weekend, finally
it's been a long week, especially the last two days.
Y'all know I work for a medical device company. One of the things med dev companies are fanatical about is labeling, which is the generic term for not just labels, both site-printed and preprinted, but any explanatory text or literature that is packaged with our products. Labeling is heavily regulated and scrutinized by the FDA.
On Thursday we discovered an error in most of the labels that are printed in our plant. I'd screwed them up doing some label proofing my second week on the job- I'd altered an address field that was used all over creation. I was very nearly ill with anxiety. I was goddamned lucky, though. There has been some high-level rumbling I was unaware of about how long it was taking to update the labels for the new logo and address... so we were able to put all those labels onto a deviation, and use as-is, and they're not all that mad at me. I was seriously scared for about 24 hours, though; some labeling offenses are considered sudden-death firing material for med device firms.
The new drug regime is a huge improvement. I have so much more energy, it's amazing; I'm more productive at work, I'm sleeping better, and my sense of humor seems to be recovering. I did get the first round of test results back from the New Allergist's tests, and the results are heartening enough I can talk about it more. I apparently have a mast cell activation disorder, which means that my mast cells (one of the immune system cells, the ones that release histamine) are either too prolific or too sensitive. In time, it may yet blossom into the disease-which-shall-not-be-named, but I appear to have ducked the diagnosis for the time being. My concern about getting *that* diagnosis is that it's a hot-potato kind of disease that would potentially give me huge insurance issues. As it is, I just buy a lot of drugs to keep me functional, and they're blessedly working.
I did get a good chunk of cleaning etc done this AM, then Ethan asked me if I'd do a WoW run with him. We play a lot of World of Warcraft. It's our main form of entertainment, to be honest. We've got some level 70 characters who are finally getting into the deeper end-level content, and one of our struggles is getting the gear we need to play at that level. To be honest, on a whole our gear sucks. :P
So we went to the Botanica, his paladin tank and my priest, and made it through with a mostly-guild pickup group. One of the players was a guild lieutenant, and he spent most of the run ordering me how to heal. I am happy to listen to advice, and he had some good advice; but being ordered around to the level of how to map my hotkeys annoys the snot out of me. it was an aggravating morning, let me tell you.
Ethan took off to go visit his friend Brian, and I got ready for a bigger WoW run, Karazhan. This is a bigass end-level instance. I've only seen three floors of it, and I've spend maybe 15 hours playing in the place with different groups. There's about nine levels. I went into it crabby from the previous group, and came out feeling better. We had a good session. I had to laugh a little as the guy that had been ordering me around earlier was playing his priest, and died about twice as often as the rest of us by pulling too much aggro. I managed to gain a lot of Violet Eye reputation (hit Honored level) and I got two epic-level items to improve my gear, so it all ended up good.
Tomorrow, I have a lot of errands to run. I need to go to the grocery store, Target, the apple orchard (baking time), Kohl's (replacing some of Ethan's clothes) and... I need to go buy yarn. While I was cleaning today, I found the gift certificate that dandrake had given me last year as a thank-you for his klein bottle hat. It's expiring next month, and I know that if I don't make an effort to use it soon it *will* expire. Free yarn is too good of a thing to pass up. I am thinking I will not get sock yarn (I know you're all shocked) but pick up some nice bulky yarn to make Katie some mittens etc for her birthday, which is coming up soon, or some nice babyweight to knit cute thing for all the women around me who are suddenly spawning.
Y'all know I work for a medical device company. One of the things med dev companies are fanatical about is labeling, which is the generic term for not just labels, both site-printed and preprinted, but any explanatory text or literature that is packaged with our products. Labeling is heavily regulated and scrutinized by the FDA.
On Thursday we discovered an error in most of the labels that are printed in our plant. I'd screwed them up doing some label proofing my second week on the job- I'd altered an address field that was used all over creation. I was very nearly ill with anxiety. I was goddamned lucky, though. There has been some high-level rumbling I was unaware of about how long it was taking to update the labels for the new logo and address... so we were able to put all those labels onto a deviation, and use as-is, and they're not all that mad at me. I was seriously scared for about 24 hours, though; some labeling offenses are considered sudden-death firing material for med device firms.
The new drug regime is a huge improvement. I have so much more energy, it's amazing; I'm more productive at work, I'm sleeping better, and my sense of humor seems to be recovering. I did get the first round of test results back from the New Allergist's tests, and the results are heartening enough I can talk about it more. I apparently have a mast cell activation disorder, which means that my mast cells (one of the immune system cells, the ones that release histamine) are either too prolific or too sensitive. In time, it may yet blossom into the disease-which-shall-not-be-named, but I appear to have ducked the diagnosis for the time being. My concern about getting *that* diagnosis is that it's a hot-potato kind of disease that would potentially give me huge insurance issues. As it is, I just buy a lot of drugs to keep me functional, and they're blessedly working.
I did get a good chunk of cleaning etc done this AM, then Ethan asked me if I'd do a WoW run with him. We play a lot of World of Warcraft. It's our main form of entertainment, to be honest. We've got some level 70 characters who are finally getting into the deeper end-level content, and one of our struggles is getting the gear we need to play at that level. To be honest, on a whole our gear sucks. :P
So we went to the Botanica, his paladin tank and my priest, and made it through with a mostly-guild pickup group. One of the players was a guild lieutenant, and he spent most of the run ordering me how to heal. I am happy to listen to advice, and he had some good advice; but being ordered around to the level of how to map my hotkeys annoys the snot out of me. it was an aggravating morning, let me tell you.
Ethan took off to go visit his friend Brian, and I got ready for a bigger WoW run, Karazhan. This is a bigass end-level instance. I've only seen three floors of it, and I've spend maybe 15 hours playing in the place with different groups. There's about nine levels. I went into it crabby from the previous group, and came out feeling better. We had a good session. I had to laugh a little as the guy that had been ordering me around earlier was playing his priest, and died about twice as often as the rest of us by pulling too much aggro. I managed to gain a lot of Violet Eye reputation (hit Honored level) and I got two epic-level items to improve my gear, so it all ended up good.
Tomorrow, I have a lot of errands to run. I need to go to the grocery store, Target, the apple orchard (baking time), Kohl's (replacing some of Ethan's clothes) and... I need to go buy yarn. While I was cleaning today, I found the gift certificate that dandrake had given me last year as a thank-you for his klein bottle hat. It's expiring next month, and I know that if I don't make an effort to use it soon it *will* expire. Free yarn is too good of a thing to pass up. I am thinking I will not get sock yarn (I know you're all shocked) but pick up some nice bulky yarn to make Katie some mittens etc for her birthday, which is coming up soon, or some nice babyweight to knit cute thing for all the women around me who are suddenly spawning.