A long but good day.
Jan. 31st, 2009 12:44 amGood, after I got moving for work, at least. I hate going to that place. Part of me questions why I continue to go.... Anyway.
I found an article on grammar in the Metro this morning. Some UK city authority wants its staff to stop using apostrophes because it creates confusion, and they spent too much time and money arguing with sticklers. I'm not quite sure how I feel about that: should I be happy because light is being brought to (what I think is) a serious issue? Should I be upset because instead of trying to fix the problem (i.e., learn, or just plain hire people who know how to use apostrophes), they're skipping over it completely? Should I view that last one as "not fucking up" instead of "not fixing"? I don't know.
So, we've got a new DM, official on Sunday. Our current DM made her last rounds today. I think it was good. My frame shop had better get high marks considering all the last-minute cleaning and hiding I tried to do in addition to my usual slew of morningtime paperwork and checking of this and that. As for work itself, I was kept quite busy, and I cut four pieces of glass out of one huge sheet (which took a bit of planning and figuring out). The sheet of glass was longer than I am tall, about twice as wide as I am, and weighed twenty-five pounds (11kg). I handled it almost totally by myself; I only asked for help making the initial cut, when I needed someone to hold the long piece so it wouldn't crash and break and kill me. Otherwise.... *beam*
And then Kathleen told me I didn't have to do that. Wind, out of sails. D: But those four pieces, plus one extra, were all I did. I even managed an extra hour. At least all my extra time this week makes up for missing Wednesday. :/ ... Ish. I'm still taking home next to nothing.
So after work, still chipper, I went to Pratt, but called Michele immediately on my way to the subway. I got her voicemail, so I guessed I'd already missed the start of Shabbat, and I'd just have to run into her somehow. Poop. I hung out with Josephine in the meantime, and we caught up a bit, which was good, because I really didn't get much of a chance to talk to her last week. ^_^ At six-thirty (but Facebook said seven!) we headed to the chapel♪cuz we were gonna get maaaaarried♪. Michele was already there, and lo! She said she had gotten my message just before Shabbat began.
Dinner was awesome, as per usual, and I ate a lot more than I thought I would, especially given how I was yesterday. I also learned that vodka will fuck me up if I have more than a tablespoon's worth (because I had a tablespoon's worth, okay, an ounce, and I was all wheeeee and saw floaters and such. I think the cold scared the headache away). I shared how much I love my mommy, and Michele and I briefly broke into dansu. ♪whistle♪
And then I left and now I'm here. Going to Gramma's tomorrow, which means I should get some damn sleep.
I think work-people have misunderstood my schedule request, since I got this Monday and next Monday off. I've got Saturday off, too, but those are my only free days, so I can't make time for anyone this week. Sorry!
I found an article on grammar in the Metro this morning. Some UK city authority wants its staff to stop using apostrophes because it creates confusion, and they spent too much time and money arguing with sticklers. I'm not quite sure how I feel about that: should I be happy because light is being brought to (what I think is) a serious issue? Should I be upset because instead of trying to fix the problem (i.e., learn, or just plain hire people who know how to use apostrophes), they're skipping over it completely? Should I view that last one as "not fucking up" instead of "not fixing"? I don't know.
So, we've got a new DM, official on Sunday. Our current DM made her last rounds today. I think it was good. My frame shop had better get high marks considering all the last-minute cleaning and hiding I tried to do in addition to my usual slew of morningtime paperwork and checking of this and that. As for work itself, I was kept quite busy, and I cut four pieces of glass out of one huge sheet (which took a bit of planning and figuring out). The sheet of glass was longer than I am tall, about twice as wide as I am, and weighed twenty-five pounds (11kg). I handled it almost totally by myself; I only asked for help making the initial cut, when I needed someone to hold the long piece so it wouldn't crash and break and kill me. Otherwise.... *beam*
And then Kathleen told me I didn't have to do that. Wind, out of sails. D: But those four pieces, plus one extra, were all I did. I even managed an extra hour. At least all my extra time this week makes up for missing Wednesday. :/ ... Ish. I'm still taking home next to nothing.
So after work, still chipper, I went to Pratt, but called Michele immediately on my way to the subway. I got her voicemail, so I guessed I'd already missed the start of Shabbat, and I'd just have to run into her somehow. Poop. I hung out with Josephine in the meantime, and we caught up a bit, which was good, because I really didn't get much of a chance to talk to her last week. ^_^ At six-thirty (but Facebook said seven!) we headed to the chapel
Dinner was awesome, as per usual, and I ate a lot more than I thought I would, especially given how I was yesterday. I also learned that vodka will fuck me up if I have more than a tablespoon's worth (because I had a tablespoon's worth, okay, an ounce, and I was all wheeeee and saw floaters and such. I think the cold scared the headache away). I shared how much I love my mommy, and Michele and I briefly broke into dansu. ♪whistle♪
And then I left and now I'm here. Going to Gramma's tomorrow, which means I should get some damn sleep.
I think work-people have misunderstood my schedule request, since I got this Monday and next Monday off. I've got Saturday off, too, but those are my only free days, so I can't make time for anyone this week. Sorry!