Ah, the joys of computer problems
The IT people "fixed" my problem by making it even worse. So now I'm stuck with nothing to do until tomorrow, when they will tackle it again.
*twiddles thumbs*
The little Italian guy with whom I'm working is 21 and obviously mentally about twelve. I think I threaten his manhood. It's charming, in an annoying sort of way. Luckily the other guy on shift is older, married, and a lot more sensible. Nice, too. Things are quiet right now, and I doubt they'll get much busier before I have to leave at 11pm.
I'm going to try to catch the bus at St. Henri metro station tonight, in the hopes that I'll be able to get home, if not faster, then at least without having to walk from the metro after midnight. My neighbourhood is pretty safe, but I'd feel better not having to walk all that way in the dark.
Last night there was a homeless man standing at the bottom of the escalator, blocking the way for everyone. He was just standing there, twisting a bottle around and around in his hands, practically catatonic. It was sad, but at the same time I was a little worried. It was a large and sturdy-looking glass bottle, and, well, if he'd been violent (which he wasn't) he could have done someone some pretty serious harm. By the time I lost sight of him the little STM man was talking to him. I hope things worked out.
In other news, I missed the garbage pickup by five minutes yesterday. I was most annoyed. Tomorrow night I shall put the garbage on the kerb ahead of time.
There's a possibility that my company will want me to work overtime on New Year's weekend. I am most displeased. The other new girl who was meant to work weekends all through the holidays is in the hospital with a ruptured cyst in her stomach, and so everyone is being drafted to replace her. I've already made it pretty clear that I will work anytime for them except the 31st. On the plus side, it would mean some extra cash, but joane and shenlo only come to Montreal once a year, and I'm not going to miss them just for work, dagnabbit. They don't need me the 23rd, thank goodness, so I don't have to fight about that.
In case you were interested, the cleaning proceeds apace. Slower than I'd like, but I think ought to have the place in good order by the time the New Year rolls around.
*twiddles thumbs*
The little Italian guy with whom I'm working is 21 and obviously mentally about twelve. I think I threaten his manhood. It's charming, in an annoying sort of way. Luckily the other guy on shift is older, married, and a lot more sensible. Nice, too. Things are quiet right now, and I doubt they'll get much busier before I have to leave at 11pm.
I'm going to try to catch the bus at St. Henri metro station tonight, in the hopes that I'll be able to get home, if not faster, then at least without having to walk from the metro after midnight. My neighbourhood is pretty safe, but I'd feel better not having to walk all that way in the dark.
Last night there was a homeless man standing at the bottom of the escalator, blocking the way for everyone. He was just standing there, twisting a bottle around and around in his hands, practically catatonic. It was sad, but at the same time I was a little worried. It was a large and sturdy-looking glass bottle, and, well, if he'd been violent (which he wasn't) he could have done someone some pretty serious harm. By the time I lost sight of him the little STM man was talking to him. I hope things worked out.
In other news, I missed the garbage pickup by five minutes yesterday. I was most annoyed. Tomorrow night I shall put the garbage on the kerb ahead of time.
There's a possibility that my company will want me to work overtime on New Year's weekend. I am most displeased. The other new girl who was meant to work weekends all through the holidays is in the hospital with a ruptured cyst in her stomach, and so everyone is being drafted to replace her. I've already made it pretty clear that I will work anytime for them except the 31st. On the plus side, it would mean some extra cash, but joane and shenlo only come to Montreal once a year, and I'm not going to miss them just for work, dagnabbit. They don't need me the 23rd, thank goodness, so I don't have to fight about that.
In case you were interested, the cleaning proceeds apace. Slower than I'd like, but I think ought to have the place in good order by the time the New Year rolls around.