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October 24th, 2001

kyrielle: Middle-aged woman in profile, black and white, looking left, with a scarf around her neck and a white background (Default)
Wednesday, October 24th, 2001 07:47 am
I'm awake, more or less.

I'm tired of waking up with sore throats, and glad that they soon go away.

And I'm running rather late (as I haven't finished getting ready for work yet), so I think I'll stop typing and go get READY!
kyrielle: Middle-aged woman in profile, black and white, looking left, with a scarf around her neck and a white background (Default)
Wednesday, October 24th, 2001 09:02 am
I can so understand, now, the technical folks in my company who let the bug-reports pile up. They really feel futile after a while.

I've got four I can't resolve because the client who reported them has yet to call me back (after two calls, have to make another one today) about the fact that I can't get in to their system, to do anything!

I've got another one I don't know what to do about because the description is insufficient, but when I call the client on the listed number, I get a busy signal. Well. Whoop-de-dee. Though, from the sound of that bug report, it's Client Doesn't Know System again....

Why they put someone in charge of it, who was never apparently trained in it, by our personnel on their money or by their personnel, I have NO idea.

I just want to code my new features, work on the code bugs I can identify, and get to my vacation.

I sorely need that vacation. And access to the system with all the bugs! BEFORE the vacation, jeesh!!
kyrielle: Middle-aged woman in profile, black and white, looking left, with a scarf around her neck and a white background (Default)
Wednesday, October 24th, 2001 09:48 am
So I have a keyboard tray at work. We got a bunch with these desks, so they installed one (finally) at my request.

It's very nice, it brings the keyboard down to about the correct level. There's just one, eensy weensy little problem.

Most keyboard trays have little lips on them, so things in the tray, stay in the tray. Not mine. Oh no. I think Dogbert sold these to our company.

MY keyboard tray is a flat faux-wood thing with ROUNDED EDGES in the front and back. It's very nice-looking, but it also means that if I bump the keyboard with my elbow - or its cord with my foot - the keyboard slides easily DOWN the slope at the back and falls on my foot.

This usually also types a bunch of random garbage into the window that's open, to add insult to injury (so far, no literal injury, at least).

This. Really. Ticks me off.

I thought I was going to solve it by jamming push-pins in at intervals to form an impromptu back wall, but because it's curved there and fairly hard, they just slide off.

STUPID keyboard tray.
kyrielle: Middle-aged woman in profile, black and white, looking left, with a scarf around her neck and a white background (Default)
Wednesday, October 24th, 2001 10:30 pm
Spanish class went okay. I was barely on time, but the teacher was 10 minutes late, so "barely on time" sounds pretty good to me. There were five of us today, and the one guy talked for 45 minutes. Out of a two hour (well, 1:50 this time) class.... Wow.

Fortunately, that meant the rest of us only had to manage about 15 minutes, which I was well able to do. This week was talking about the state we're from so I did okay...and I didn't get any jibes at me, and I didn't get teased, mocked, or pointed at for picking the wrong word, saying too little, etc. Mind you, I think every other student did tonight, but I didn't.

The room was too cold. I had my arms crossed and shoulders pulled in about a half hour in. I managed to resist the urge to huddle completely, whilst shuffling my blocks of ice...err, I mean feet...about.

Then class was over and I went outside. Oh boy. It's fall. It's thinking winterish thoughts. I had my sweater on and was already chilly.

I was shivering. I sat down in the car, and without walking to keep me distracted, I shook like a leaf. I got the car started for heat, and my teeth were chattering so hard I clenched my jaw to stop them.

Ayi. At that point, anyway, the heat hit a LITTLE - enough that I could turn it on my hands and deal, enough that I could stop shaking and drive. By the time I got home, 10 minutes after the heat started working, I was almost comfortable. My feet were still a bit chilly, but not bad.

I've turned the heat up here, especially in the bedroom but also downstairs. My feet are blocks of ice again.

And I'm tired.

Time for this block of ice to have a nice, warm shower, with the heater on to make sure I don't freeze stepping out of it, and crawl into bed in a hopefully-warm room.

Wish me luck.