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Skiing? I Wish.
Jun. 16th, 2003 01:28 pmLast time things went downhill this fast for me was when I was a kid and still went tobogganing.
Woke up this morning, on time and actually awake, and even managed breakfast. Which was great until my version of Bing and the Spatula Man announced that they were in possession of a preview copy of the "Order of the Phoenix" manuscript and planned to read a page a day as some sort of bloody competition. I am trying desperately not to get spoiled and didn't appreciate this one bit. The thing that actually made my morning look up was digging through my to-work rucksack and discovering that I didn't leave my Cold CD and half my "Dark Side of the 80s" compilation in SleazyNet on Friday after all; I'd just thrown it in my ruck for safekeeping and forgotten I'd done so. So I'm forgetful but not completely stupid.
Got to work and the word "inundation" comes to mind. The doctors have gone reporting-mad again and the overtime I'm pulling is more a necessity than a "nice thing to do" -- at least this week. Still having my Friday off, and I don't care if they drown in film packets. What makes it worse is slobs like Jay, having to clear everything Nyree-related because she's going on holiday, and Dr Newton (no first-name formality there, no sir) who seems to get preferential treatment but does nothing to make the lives of the secretaries any easier. He won't paper clip request forms to X-ray folders, he won't tidy the piles he brings in so that they're a nice tidy stack and he won't even put the damn piles where they're supposed to go. And yet, because he only comes in twice a week, we the secretaries are expected to drop everybloodything and clear his stuff first. Well, at least my computer's working.
Last night was weird, actually. Mum rang because it was Father's day and, because of the big bad silence between Dad and I over the past few years, she was thinking of me. I considered ringing him, but didn't know what to say so didn't bother. Oh, I know he's not a young man anymore (68 as of this Valentine's day gone) and I'll be terribly regretful when he's gone and it'll torment me and blah-blah-blah. Just, having him around is not something I particularly feel the need for right at this point.
And then, just after I got off the phone with Mum, phone rang again -- Nakanaide. I was sure it was my turn, but he rang because I'd been unceremoniously frozen out of one of SleazyNet's unbelievably shitty boxen and wasn't even able to reboot, and so was unable to log onto another computer. He'd been afraid I'd gone off in a huff or something initially, then decided it was just SleazyNet ... but decided to call anyway. Isn't he sweet?
All right. Back to it. Ugh.
Thess
Woke up this morning, on time and actually awake, and even managed breakfast. Which was great until my version of Bing and the Spatula Man announced that they were in possession of a preview copy of the "Order of the Phoenix" manuscript and planned to read a page a day as some sort of bloody competition. I am trying desperately not to get spoiled and didn't appreciate this one bit. The thing that actually made my morning look up was digging through my to-work rucksack and discovering that I didn't leave my Cold CD and half my "Dark Side of the 80s" compilation in SleazyNet on Friday after all; I'd just thrown it in my ruck for safekeeping and forgotten I'd done so. So I'm forgetful but not completely stupid.
Got to work and the word "inundation" comes to mind. The doctors have gone reporting-mad again and the overtime I'm pulling is more a necessity than a "nice thing to do" -- at least this week. Still having my Friday off, and I don't care if they drown in film packets. What makes it worse is slobs like Jay, having to clear everything Nyree-related because she's going on holiday, and Dr Newton (no first-name formality there, no sir) who seems to get preferential treatment but does nothing to make the lives of the secretaries any easier. He won't paper clip request forms to X-ray folders, he won't tidy the piles he brings in so that they're a nice tidy stack and he won't even put the damn piles where they're supposed to go. And yet, because he only comes in twice a week, we the secretaries are expected to drop everybloodything and clear his stuff first. Well, at least my computer's working.
Last night was weird, actually. Mum rang because it was Father's day and, because of the big bad silence between Dad and I over the past few years, she was thinking of me. I considered ringing him, but didn't know what to say so didn't bother. Oh, I know he's not a young man anymore (68 as of this Valentine's day gone) and I'll be terribly regretful when he's gone and it'll torment me and blah-blah-blah. Just, having him around is not something I particularly feel the need for right at this point.
And then, just after I got off the phone with Mum, phone rang again -- Nakanaide. I was sure it was my turn, but he rang because I'd been unceremoniously frozen out of one of SleazyNet's unbelievably shitty boxen and wasn't even able to reboot, and so was unable to log onto another computer. He'd been afraid I'd gone off in a huff or something initially, then decided it was just SleazyNet ... but decided to call anyway. Isn't he sweet?
All right. Back to it. Ugh.
Thess
