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I Feel Fantastic
Jan. 17th, 2009 03:18 pmI am totally supposed to be at work right now!
But I kind of overslept, so I was late getting out the door, and since it's a 30 minute walk to work, I was late getting there. Only by like five minutes, but a ridiculous number of people were signed up for Saturday this week, so all the computers were taken. So my boss shuffled some stuff around and put me on one of the admin computers.
The calling program refused to load. So she moved me across the room to a different computer that had freed up, and I got logged into the program, but the dialer refused to work, which meant the computer couldn't call people. So she put me another admin computer, but this one wouldn't take my password. So she moved me to a different computer, but that one broke too! So finally she was just like, okay, fuck it, go home and come back tomorrow.
I can't say I'm broken-hearted. I love my job, but not enough to want to do it if I don't have to. Especially because I was going crazy trying to work through in my head how to be where I needed to be when I needed to be with the stuff I needed to get into the city. Because tonight I am going to see Jonathan Coulton in San Francisco and it is going to be awesome!!!
If I don't come back from the big scary city (as my family seems to think is likely to happen), y'all avenge my death, okay?
But I kind of overslept, so I was late getting out the door, and since it's a 30 minute walk to work, I was late getting there. Only by like five minutes, but a ridiculous number of people were signed up for Saturday this week, so all the computers were taken. So my boss shuffled some stuff around and put me on one of the admin computers.
The calling program refused to load. So she moved me across the room to a different computer that had freed up, and I got logged into the program, but the dialer refused to work, which meant the computer couldn't call people. So she put me another admin computer, but this one wouldn't take my password. So she moved me to a different computer, but that one broke too! So finally she was just like, okay, fuck it, go home and come back tomorrow.
I can't say I'm broken-hearted. I love my job, but not enough to want to do it if I don't have to. Especially because I was going crazy trying to work through in my head how to be where I needed to be when I needed to be with the stuff I needed to get into the city. Because tonight I am going to see Jonathan Coulton in San Francisco and it is going to be awesome!!!
If I don't come back from the big scary city (as my family seems to think is likely to happen), y'all avenge my death, okay?