Monday, 26 March 2012
Well, the anticipated Week of Hell has begun. I was going to say in this post, oh I might be a bit scarce this week, but you know me. I'm posting pulses from work and writing blogs almost every night because I'm an addict. So what I really mean to say is that I might be lax in reading all your posts, which I don't mean to but might well happen.
So there's an apology in advance if I miss anything, important or not.
Work is as hectic as expected so far. My plans to get there early this morning fell through as always. Sigh. The Old Guy came over to continue the training on the thing that I must learn this week before he leaves. We were about 3/4 through the work (though there is some follow-up emails to send, which he's been doing so that I don't have to spend all day on the New Thing), and Frank came over to say, "Oh, I want you guys to focus on The Project," which we knew. When Frank gets stressed he's kind of...pouty? not sure of the right word.
Of course, since this is Drop Everything Week, this means that everything else will fall behind and then have to be caught up on next week (only without The Old Guy). The Quiet Maria is officially moved, except they haven't actually moved her computer to her new desk. They did move her phone, though. Tomorrow I have to lose roughly half the day for the Milk Thing, and then we're also supposed to have new photos taken for our ID badges, since they're redoing the security system. Hoping that doesn't take too long.
I was planning to take a copy of my last TV/Internet bill with me to work so that I could call them up to cancel the service, but I of course forgot, so I'll have to do that tomorrow. It was chillier today, only about 50 after a week of 70-80 temps last week, so I didn't go outside at lunch. And I didn't read a book during lunch either (I finished Jane Eyre over the weekend), just ate my salad whilst perusing some Xanga and then went back to work. Sigh.
On the plus but maybe down side, the New New Person who was supposed to start today did not actually appear. I heard John mention something about there had been some sort of delay, so I don't know if that means she is coming tomorrow or not until next week or not at all. Matt didn't mention anything about it and I didn't think to ask the few short times I saw him. He sent me an email almost every half-hour with some sort of urgent issue for me to look into, which meant I had to stop work on the Drop Everything Project and do that. Which is annoying because on Friday I mentioned to him as I was leaving that it was going much slower than I would have liked and he said that I needed to pick up the speed. Okay, so, fine. But also it's a you-must-do-it-right-or-ELSE ::doom music:: sort of project, and to do it right takes some time. Also, it helps if I can concentrate on it for more than a half-hour before being interrupted.
I woke up this morning with this song in my head for some reason.
Not sure why, since I haven't listened to this album in quite some time. It's a good song, though. You should listen to it if you have two minutes and thirty nine seconds to spare as well as decent headphones or speakers.
Stayed a bit late at work tonight hoping to get some more accomplished on the Drop Everything Project, then stopped for take-out Japanese food and sushi on the way home because I ate pierogies (groupies) last night and so there isn't much left in my fridge that counts as food. I then packed up my remaining bookshelf, the bottom half of which was filled with miscellaneous sewing stuff and fabrics. Sprayed more pledge. Whee.
Here is a photo of my dining room table. Not that I currently have a dining room. Not that I ever eat on my dining room table. But this is the table which would be used for that if I ever was inclined to use it:
I like labeling things. Everything is labeled, firstly, with where it goes, and secondly (optionally) with what it contains. So the boxes that just say CLOSET, being not at all important, can just be put near a closet at the new place and then gone through later.
The Kitchen boxes all say KITCHEN in semi-legible handwriting, and then have more details. So the one on the bottom says PLATES and then the one above that says CUPS and the one above that has the COFFEE MACHINE which I never use I don't know why I have it and the top one says GEORGE FOREMAN which is self explanatory.
Here are some more boxes, so you can be impressed and say, "WOW BOXES! HOLY #*@& GIRL YOU HAVE A LOT OF BOXES!!"
Those are mostly books except for the top one which says LIVING ROOM and the shoe box which says LIVING ROOM MISC DECOR. Most of the books I packed quite a while ago. There are some videos in there too but you can't really read them in the picture.
So you might be wondering about my packing technique and how I am keeping the breakable things from breaking? No you probably are not, but I am going to answer that question anyway with ANOTHER PHOTO!!!!
I called up my mom and asked her if she could save some newspapers for me, because I don't get the newspaper and I don't want to buy some just to use them to wrap things up. She said, "well, okay, but I have a bunch of bubble wrap down the cellar so maybe you could use that instead?"
Yeah, that's a bunch of bubble wrap.
I hear popping the bubbles in bubble wrap is good stress-relief. So maybe I should cut some off and bring it to work with me?