Data Entry for (little) Fun and (even less) Profit
Weekend over - dang. Homework took up most of Sunday morning, but we got to relax and enjoy the rest of the day. drubear did laundry, and I managed to give the kitchen a thorough scrubdown, so the week could begin with a fresh house.
I am so ready for Spring to just get here. Funny, but it's not the warmth I'm missing, rather it's the light. Winter in the Midwest is just so...gray. We've had a few clear days in the last few weeks, but nothing consistent. It seems we're always under the threat of yet another snow storm -- you get into this cycle of preparing for the snow, being housebound(ish) for a day or so during the storm, then recovering from the snow. I'm really wanting off this particular merry-go-round.
Erin called yesterday, and she's agreed to help me find some easily-frayable fabric for my project. Her roommate moved out on her over the weekend, so now she's scrambling to find someone to share the rent with. It's more than that, though - I think she's finding it hard to be by herself. When she lived with her mom, the daily interaction, however small or rushed, is something she came to count on. Now that she's by herself, she said she misses hearing other peoples' voices. I experienced that when I lived in STL - I would have the radio on in one room, the TV quietly murmuring away in another room, and still think the place was too quiet.
The UB project last week ate up a lot more time than I thought. I worked on it from 8am to 1am Thursday with only a two-hour break in the middle to run a few errands and get something to eat. We ordered Marcello's broasted chicken for dinner (drubear's suggestion - yay!), and finally got everything into the new system. The next morning I had to straighten out the inventory numbers, then wrote a long list of things the programmer had to fix before the site went live. So no, we didn't make our deadline, but we did everything we could possibly do.
I am so ready for Spring to just get here. Funny, but it's not the warmth I'm missing, rather it's the light. Winter in the Midwest is just so...gray. We've had a few clear days in the last few weeks, but nothing consistent. It seems we're always under the threat of yet another snow storm -- you get into this cycle of preparing for the snow, being housebound(ish) for a day or so during the storm, then recovering from the snow. I'm really wanting off this particular merry-go-round.
Erin called yesterday, and she's agreed to help me find some easily-frayable fabric for my project. Her roommate moved out on her over the weekend, so now she's scrambling to find someone to share the rent with. It's more than that, though - I think she's finding it hard to be by herself. When she lived with her mom, the daily interaction, however small or rushed, is something she came to count on. Now that she's by herself, she said she misses hearing other peoples' voices. I experienced that when I lived in STL - I would have the radio on in one room, the TV quietly murmuring away in another room, and still think the place was too quiet.
The UB project last week ate up a lot more time than I thought. I worked on it from 8am to 1am Thursday with only a two-hour break in the middle to run a few errands and get something to eat. We ordered Marcello's broasted chicken for dinner (drubear's suggestion - yay!), and finally got everything into the new system. The next morning I had to straighten out the inventory numbers, then wrote a long list of things the programmer had to fix before the site went live. So no, we didn't make our deadline, but we did everything we could possibly do.