I'm in the jailhouse now...
Meh. My work office finally moved to a new space, and so they've required me and several others who were working from home full time *for the past five months* to come back into the office for a certain number of days per week. So I'm now in the office on Thursdays and Fridays for the forseeable future. Not best pleased, but there's nothing I can do about it. I just think it's ridiculous, but they have their needs for warm bodies in here, I guess.
Except that they didn't have anything ready for me when I got here yesterday. Also, I had more and continuing equipment problems, and I got lost trying to find the place, and then because my equipment wasn't working and they couldn't find a keyboard to mesh with my laptop, they sent me home yesterday at about 11:30. So here I am back in here today to try it again. Things are working more smoothly, but I'm not really thrilled about the whole thing. The set up is bothering me, the light is weird, and I'd gotten used to being able to talk to stupid people out loud whilst transcribing their tapes. Now I'll have to be quiet and watch myself, and not belch loudly, and all that. And I sort of miss having Reggie sitting on my lap while I'm typing, trying to snuggle and snagging my pants. Whine, complain. I'll still be working from home Monday through Wednesday. It's just...well, whine, really.
My friend gets here tonight. I've had a couple of low sleep/high stress nights due to work and other circumstances, and not everything got cleaned. So I'll clean the bathroom tonight after she's here, and the kitchen floor just might not get mopped. Oh, well. Thursday morning at 3 a.m. there was a loud, drunken fight in the middle of our street. Which was weird, 'cuz that's not the kind of neighborhood we live in. Then this morning at 530 a.m. Reggie woke me up by throwing up beside the bed. On the rug, of course. I left it after patting his back and saying "Poor buddy." I figured it would still be there when I got up in an hour. And it was. Also several other spots of vomit. Poor kitty. He's having a little backslide, I think. But he ate some of his breakfast, and wanted the milk from my cereal, so I think it's not too bad at this point.
I should work now. Someone might be watching. Whee.