DANG
... I never realize how weirdly complicated and persnickety my job is until I have to describe how I do something, which involves explaining why I do it that way, what it means, and where everything is that I use to do it with.
So up until the school network crapped out about ten minutes ago, I was writing up what my boss calls a 'succession document', which is basically everything I do, how I do it, where it is, and who to ask if you can't find it. You know, the sort of thing you always wish the last person had left for you when you start a new job. Unfortunately for me, that document was saved on a networked drive and not actually on the PC I use so... I possibly just lost two hours of DVD procedures. SHIT. Pardon my language, but I do NOT want to type that motherfucker up twice.
Been an interesting couple of days. Apparently my coworkers are planning a get together as a sort of combination 'Welcome Back!' and 'Goodbye! Don't Let The Door Hit You In The Butt On Your Way Out XD' thing for me and one of my coworkers who is just getting back from a two-month long sojourn in Spain. Fellow Lobrary Assistant and Office Manager just came by with demo polo-shirts to see what kind of product people prefer for the new library shirts. I feel a bit like I'm breaking the fourth wall by saying this, but I think it's pretty daned funny that they ordered shirts right before my position was created (t-shirt, you no can has!) and are ordering them right before I leave (t-shirts will arrive after you're gone, you no can has!)
Fortunately, I don't really want one since we never had an occaision to wear them to work and I had enough of being charged for the priviledge of being labelled by my company back when I worked for H.E.B. That's not really fair, the library isn't charging the employees for their shirts. Tall Coworker has been here for ten years and thinks it's all funny as hell. He has been telling me stories of Company Shirts of Ages Past, including one longsleeved denim affair that inexplicably had the library logo printed on the sleeve down by the cuff. That one was apparently met with a chorus of 'WTF?' and so Office Manager is making them send proof shirts for review before she makes the order. That woman doesn't fool around.
Fortunately, I get off work in about an hour (i.e. 1 o'clock since I have no idea when this sucker is going to get posted. Today, JD and I are headed down to Charleston for Le Grande Apartment Safari.
We are hunting Big Game.
JD is sweating a little bit, re: apartments since most places put a cap on the amount of pets one can have... a cap that we pretty much passed three cats ago. Not everyone minds and some say 'well, we'll need an appropriate pet deposit', but JD is worried that no one on our impressive list of possible places is going to want us on account of we're those white chicks... with all those cats. Fortunately, we have a few places that are happy to show us apartments lined up for Friday and we have a real estate agent who is lining up stuff for us to look at on Saturday. I keep telling myself that it's statistically impossible for there to not be a single place in all of Charleston that will not rent to two perfectly stable and respectable (sort of) women.
However, that's not for a bit. Right now I have no internet and nothing to put away, so I'm eating my spaghetti lunch and typing up an LJ post that I'm not entirely sure that I'll be able to post before it's all over. The good news is, if you see this post then you'll know the internet is back up!
So up until the school network crapped out about ten minutes ago, I was writing up what my boss calls a 'succession document', which is basically everything I do, how I do it, where it is, and who to ask if you can't find it. You know, the sort of thing you always wish the last person had left for you when you start a new job. Unfortunately for me, that document was saved on a networked drive and not actually on the PC I use so... I possibly just lost two hours of DVD procedures. SHIT. Pardon my language, but I do NOT want to type that motherfucker up twice.
Been an interesting couple of days. Apparently my coworkers are planning a get together as a sort of combination 'Welcome Back!' and 'Goodbye! Don't Let The Door Hit You In The Butt On Your Way Out XD' thing for me and one of my coworkers who is just getting back from a two-month long sojourn in Spain. Fellow Lobrary Assistant and Office Manager just came by with demo polo-shirts to see what kind of product people prefer for the new library shirts. I feel a bit like I'm breaking the fourth wall by saying this, but I think it's pretty daned funny that they ordered shirts right before my position was created (t-shirt, you no can has!) and are ordering them right before I leave (t-shirts will arrive after you're gone, you no can has!)
Fortunately, I don't really want one since we never had an occaision to wear them to work and I had enough of being charged for the priviledge of being labelled by my company back when I worked for H.E.B. That's not really fair, the library isn't charging the employees for their shirts. Tall Coworker has been here for ten years and thinks it's all funny as hell. He has been telling me stories of Company Shirts of Ages Past, including one longsleeved denim affair that inexplicably had the library logo printed on the sleeve down by the cuff. That one was apparently met with a chorus of 'WTF?' and so Office Manager is making them send proof shirts for review before she makes the order. That woman doesn't fool around.
Fortunately, I get off work in about an hour (i.e. 1 o'clock since I have no idea when this sucker is going to get posted. Today, JD and I are headed down to Charleston for Le Grande Apartment Safari.
We are hunting Big Game.
JD is sweating a little bit, re: apartments since most places put a cap on the amount of pets one can have... a cap that we pretty much passed three cats ago. Not everyone minds and some say 'well, we'll need an appropriate pet deposit', but JD is worried that no one on our impressive list of possible places is going to want us on account of we're those white chicks... with all those cats. Fortunately, we have a few places that are happy to show us apartments lined up for Friday and we have a real estate agent who is lining up stuff for us to look at on Saturday. I keep telling myself that it's statistically impossible for there to not be a single place in all of Charleston that will not rent to two perfectly stable and respectable (sort of) women.
However, that's not for a bit. Right now I have no internet and nothing to put away, so I'm eating my spaghetti lunch and typing up an LJ post that I'm not entirely sure that I'll be able to post before it's all over. The good news is, if you see this post then you'll know the internet is back up!