Spent most of the weekend blowing my nose. Literally. Why can a cold take hours to really hit you and days to get rid of? Work is...bitchcakes. That's a good word. They've pulled the guy who was supposed to be my backup to another area. So I'm back to square one. Not only that, but I have to brief the new systems architect on how all this works, just like I was doing with Mr. Backup. Deja vu. Nothing to report on the new job front. Got everything together for the new car CD unit and headed over to Best Buy. "Uhhh...we can install this, sure, but you don't have the control units for your air and heat, so you're out of luck there." I don't know what's worse--the fact that I missed this nugget of info or that the insurance adjuster missed it. He's looking into that today. Bitchcakes again. Venture Brothers really sucked. You could tell Publick and Hammer didn't write this one. Bitchcakes a third time. But the Redhead flies in on Thursday for four days. THAT is something to look forward to. ***** I made a promise to myself when I started this LJ: no politics, no personal attacks. So while I could say a great deal about the current state of affairs, I will decline. But I still vividly recall the fear on 9/11 when I realized that the Federal Reserve was in that area, and our dear friend Sharyn worked there. Phone lines were naturally jammed; I finally managed to leave a message on their home phone, and some time later her husband Michael let us know that she was safe. I remember driving by the shopping mall and restaurants and almost shivering at how quiet and empty they were. I recall the long lines to get gas because everyone knew that price-gouging and shortages were in our futures. The one thing I was sure of: nothing was ever going to be the same. Looking back, I'm saddened at how right and how wrong I was about that prediction. JSM Tags: fandom, life, work
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