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After having a rather hard Jack day, I took myself to lunch. There is a lovely little French Bistro in the historic part of town run by honest to goodness French people. The waiter’s accent is very thick. I couldn’t catch what was with “bowtie and marinara sauce.” I figured it had to be pasta.
Anyway, I had crab crepes with the house salad, accompanied by water and Diet Pepsi with two slices of lime. The lime makes Diet Pepsi drinkable. There were balls of butter to slather on three types of rolls - I used only one to sop up the nummy, crabby leftovers. All the while, Archie Goodwin yammered away in my latest Nero Wolfe book.
Heaven. Is it sad that I so enjoyed lunch alone?
It’s been a weird day. On the drive in from work, the fog was interrupted by patches of sunshine and blue skies. Well-dressed geeks in suits and ties parade by on their interview for desk side support technician. We’ve installed a webcam in the NOC (Network Operations Center) so we can watch who’s coming in and out the door. Technically, it’s pointed at the equipment so we don’t violate any special rules here, but it’s pointed at the door.
I don’t feel like working. I took my free half day off the first of February so I can feed the Robotics team while they build their winning robots.
*giggles* I just watch J set up a monitor behind me without having to turn around. Heeeheeeheee. I don’t know why that amuses me like it does.
Of course, now, I’m going to have to spend the rest of the day trying not to strangle a Call Center manager. Is it entirely unfair of me to expect a manager to have half a brain? You know, I believe I should be able to scoop out any grey cells not in use by someone and form a second brain for Warren Ellis. I do. I want written documentation giving me permission - like 007’s license to kill, except mine is a license to repo your brain.
Anyway, I had crab crepes with the house salad, accompanied by water and Diet Pepsi with two slices of lime. The lime makes Diet Pepsi drinkable. There were balls of butter to slather on three types of rolls - I used only one to sop up the nummy, crabby leftovers. All the while, Archie Goodwin yammered away in my latest Nero Wolfe book.
Heaven. Is it sad that I so enjoyed lunch alone?
It’s been a weird day. On the drive in from work, the fog was interrupted by patches of sunshine and blue skies. Well-dressed geeks in suits and ties parade by on their interview for desk side support technician. We’ve installed a webcam in the NOC (Network Operations Center) so we can watch who’s coming in and out the door. Technically, it’s pointed at the equipment so we don’t violate any special rules here, but it’s pointed at the door.
I don’t feel like working. I took my free half day off the first of February so I can feed the Robotics team while they build their winning robots.
*giggles* I just watch J set up a monitor behind me without having to turn around. Heeeheeeheee. I don’t know why that amuses me like it does.
Of course, now, I’m going to have to spend the rest of the day trying not to strangle a Call Center manager. Is it entirely unfair of me to expect a manager to have half a brain? You know, I believe I should be able to scoop out any grey cells not in use by someone and form a second brain for Warren Ellis. I do. I want written documentation giving me permission - like 007’s license to kill, except mine is a license to repo your brain.