I am registered for class! And I didn't kill a single person, despite the adviser stating that she didn't need to see my transcript to approve me to schedule classes. So, I ordered a transcript from my alma mater for not reason! YAY! Extra cheers for Hubby, who kept me off the killing spree.

Step one of the MASTER PLAN:

1. Take classes that will ( Read more... )

Picture the first cold day of the year. It’s a Sunday. The sky is bright and cloudless. The air is continually brisk. If you stand outside for too long, your cheeks turn pink. On such a day, you decide to meet your friend at the local mall for a bit of shopping and fun. You haven’t met for a while, and today seems as good a day as any ( Read more... )

If you can, if you’re interested in understanding what’s going on with our economy (and I mean, really understand it), listen to This American Life’s podcasts, 355: “The Giant Pool of Money” and 365: “Another Frightening Show About the Economy.” I completely understand why Wall Street is freaking out and why the Bail-Out will ultimately back-fire ( Read more... )

What a fucking horrible day. It started with R bringing me an everything bagel (his way of saying that he knows he screwed up with the whole loosing a production server). It was delicious with the fresh cream cheese. It was the last good thing of the day ( Read more... )

Bored now.

I want to go home, but have to stay late to reboot the phone system servers. Bleh. Last Friday, services stopped working on a secondary, and they won't restart. Windows won't give me an error either. Sucks.

Remind me to post pictures of my hairs cut.

Also, before the next string of lovely weather streaks through here, I have to ( Read more... )

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So, I'm back to walking at work. Yes, yes, I'm crazy to do this in the middle of summer, but I need to loose the weight. Plus, I walk early enough in the morning to avoid the heat - well, not really, but the bad, high, hot heat ( Read more... )

It is my firm beliefs that one of the last acts of the TimeLords before perishing in the Time War was to set up some cosmic rule that the last two hours of work on a Friday drag on forever and ever.

Why doesn't the Doctor fix that, huh?

Man, I cannot kick it into gear today. My brain still sleeps. The world seems half in dream. If it weren't keyboards and phones, I would have nothing to tether me to the work day. And let me tell you, the ties are quiet week. I may punch the keys, but that doesn't mean I will make sense on the page ( Read more... )

Two hours. I've maybe had two hours of sleep tonight. I've given up trying after the last time Hubby woke me up (nightmare) about an hour ago. I can't get comfortable in bed. My tummy hurts. I'm stressed about doing the job today since I haven't covered this position in a while ( Read more... )