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After many days, we are finally wired again. Time Warner didn't ever actually show up, not that they bothered to tell anyone. After hours of dead cable box and modem, Mike came home from work. Predictably, everything started working about five minutes after he walked in the door. Whiskey tango foxtrot? Anyhow, given that most of the day is past, my supervisor is not at work and Suzanne goes home in an hour, going back to work seems kind of useless. I did work from 6:40am to 9:15am though.
So Sunday movers came and carried our stuff. Seriously that was the most wonderful thing. I was tired and cranky and footsore from the day but it was good to finally be in the new space. We've managed to unpack quite a bit. The biggest thing left to do is the library, with my dozens of boxes of books. I also need to fix up the guest bedroom and put sheets on the bed since my friend Kevin is probably going to stay here next week.
The kitchen is fairly unpacked. I need to acquire baking staples, and bring my mixer over. Monday night I made enchiladas and spanish rice. Dessert was ice cream with sprinkles, because I don't have anything to really bake with yet. Soon though. My friend![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
brienze loaned me a most awesome dessert book. Sponge cakes are in the near future I believe.
Work continues. I am surprised an office like mine continues to function under the sheer weight of need, the pitiful staffing and the unbelievable amount of interoffice and interpersonal drama. It is kind of scary. One day the building may just explode. More like it will collapse like a black hole. I just hope I'm not in there when it happens. But aside from a recent brush with someone ridiculous things are alright. Tina, Sonja and Suzanne have been training me in the black arts of acting supervisor duties. I like doing these things because by and large, they are finite tasks. If I could only do these things, and not have to write reports, I would. I'm unsure that I would want to be a supervisor however. Their leave policies are cracked and it is harder to get away it seems. Plus, I'm not ever going back to working nights. I am so done with that.
I recently read Tokyo Suckerpunch by Adamson again. Right now I'm cracking King's Dark Tower series because for ages and ages I have resisted reading anything by Stephen King. I read Eyes of the Dragon at some point in elementary school, as well as The Stand, Firestarter, Four Past Midnight and Cujo. There's the same sense of dread waiting, or misery, suffusing all those stories. It made my skin crawl and so I steered away from anything else by him. So far, it hasn't given me hives and I'm halfway through The Gunslinger.
At work and in my personal life I have talked briefly about the end of the Harry Potter stories, about the lives and deaths and the epilogue that no one seems to agree upon at all. Sometime soon I need to make a very big post about it, about what these stories say to me.
So Sunday movers came and carried our stuff. Seriously that was the most wonderful thing. I was tired and cranky and footsore from the day but it was good to finally be in the new space. We've managed to unpack quite a bit. The biggest thing left to do is the library, with my dozens of boxes of books. I also need to fix up the guest bedroom and put sheets on the bed since my friend Kevin is probably going to stay here next week.
The kitchen is fairly unpacked. I need to acquire baking staples, and bring my mixer over. Monday night I made enchiladas and spanish rice. Dessert was ice cream with sprinkles, because I don't have anything to really bake with yet. Soon though. My friend
brienze loaned me a most awesome dessert book. Sponge cakes are in the near future I believe.Work continues. I am surprised an office like mine continues to function under the sheer weight of need, the pitiful staffing and the unbelievable amount of interoffice and interpersonal drama. It is kind of scary. One day the building may just explode. More like it will collapse like a black hole. I just hope I'm not in there when it happens. But aside from a recent brush with someone ridiculous things are alright. Tina, Sonja and Suzanne have been training me in the black arts of acting supervisor duties. I like doing these things because by and large, they are finite tasks. If I could only do these things, and not have to write reports, I would. I'm unsure that I would want to be a supervisor however. Their leave policies are cracked and it is harder to get away it seems. Plus, I'm not ever going back to working nights. I am so done with that.
I recently read Tokyo Suckerpunch by Adamson again. Right now I'm cracking King's Dark Tower series because for ages and ages I have resisted reading anything by Stephen King. I read Eyes of the Dragon at some point in elementary school, as well as The Stand, Firestarter, Four Past Midnight and Cujo. There's the same sense of dread waiting, or misery, suffusing all those stories. It made my skin crawl and so I steered away from anything else by him. So far, it hasn't given me hives and I'm halfway through The Gunslinger.
At work and in my personal life I have talked briefly about the end of the Harry Potter stories, about the lives and deaths and the epilogue that no one seems to agree upon at all. Sometime soon I need to make a very big post about it, about what these stories say to me.