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[bzarcher]

So it's lunchtime, and I'm not actually going to lunch yet, despite being hungry. It's the shell shock, you see.

Went to the PEC for what was supposed to be a minor email problem and got hit with no less than 10 people demanding me for 'emergencies', 2 dead machines, lots of serious problems, and being screamed at by a secretary because the POS 'security' program for OS 9 she got off the internet wasn't working how she wanted to.

Because the secretary for the swimming and lacrosse coaches has so much sensitive data that nobody else can see if she leaves her desk. Really.

On the other hand, it could be worse. I could still be trying to deal with Those People, as Robert E. Lee so smoothly coined the epithet.

On a less sarcastic note, had a conversation with Lisa just before bed that reminded me of just how much we compliment each other, and how much it means to me that she is there.

Okay. I'm gonna try to get up and go get something to eat now. Wish me luck.

Comments

[bzarcher.livejournal.com]

Whoops. No. You're right. But why aren't you calling me so I can help you fix that release station instead of fixing my grammar? (Also leaving the error so that your comment makes sense. :D)

[buschap.livejournal.com]

Because I was already in transit to your office (indirectly).

I don't know how many more times I can tell our staff that there are three copies of instructions of what to do when the release station goes wacky (one at each desk) before I start tattooing instructions on people.

[mephron]

Tattoos don't work.

I suggest branding irons.

[bzarcher.livejournal.com]

Knives. Hot knives. So you get the satisfaction of carving it in.

[tigerfox.livejournal.com]

Hold the anesthetics! >:)