Category: Crankypantsing

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Speaking of Outlook…

Shelly

And speaking of that Outlook calendar training workshop we worker bees had to attend a couple of weeks ago…

I said at the time that it was silly for us to attend, when it was the higher-ups who needed to learn how to use their calendars. Most of the workshop focused on scheduling meetings for lots of people, so of course, we just got an email from the head of cataloging about a training session next week. An email, not a meeting request. Grrr. Which means that we all have to manually add the information to our calendars, instead of clicky-clicking on a single button so that it’s added automagically.

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Damn Oven

Shelly

My oven died. Again. It was the same problem as last time. I didn’t look very closely when the maintenance guy was explaining the problem (the less I know about electricity, the better), but apparently there is some sort of ground wire that keeps shorting out. He swears it’s fixed FOR REALS this time. We’ll see.

In an effort to take it on a test run, I baked a chocolate cake. Mmmm.

What I did not do is finish cleaning out the studio/office. It’s about half done, but the rest will have to wait, I think. I still have to clean the bathroom, and after a weekend of working my ass off, that’s about all I intend to do tonight.

But! I think everything else on my big list is pretty much done. I even cleaned out the bedroom closet and sorted a bunch of junk that had started to procreate in the corner of the living room. Someone is hopefully coming to pick up the stuff I Freecycled, tomorrow night. I hope she brings help, because one of the boxes is kind of heavy. There’s also a contractor bag full of board games that weights a metric buttload. If she doesn’t bring help, I’m going to have to divide the games into two smaller trash bags. Carrying something that heavy across the living room is one thing, but carrying it out to her car might make me cry.

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Let’s Not and Say We Did

Shelly

A coworker wants everyone to eat lunch together once a week.

Because of the sucktacular economy and impending state budget cuts, we’ve been asked to brainstorm ways to streamline our workflow. Fine. We’ve also been asked to look at the library as a whole and come up with ideas for tasks that can be discarded and others that might be implemented to make things more efficient. Also fine. What’s not fine? A coworker suggested that we have “power lunches,” where we “talk about stuff.” This is presumably some sort of primate bonding ritual that will help us be more productive worker ‘droids.

But wait! There’s more! He also thinks that part of this weekly “power lunch” should involve all of us going to the gym and working out together. I am not making that up.

Kill me now!

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And Another Thing!

Shelly

Why on earth do I still have old installation booklets for Windows 95 and Windows 98? I mean, maybe I originally kept them because the product keys were on printed on the covers, but that doesn’t explain why I didn’t get rid of them in the last couple of moves.

There are bigger pack rats than me out there. I know, because I’ve met them, but still, my ability to hold on to junk is kind of mind-boggling.

Also, not to be whiny, but I broke a nail, and I am not amused. It takes me forever to grow them, even when I’m not chewing my fingers to bloody stumps. Hrmf.

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Retail Therapy

Shelly

It’s been a crappy day. I woke up really early and couldn’t get back to sleep, so I got up and watched The Amazing Race. Bad idea. Reality TeeVee is supposed to be mindless, not make you feel weepy and nauseated and generally awful. And the day hadn’t improved. Blech.

So, after work I’m going to the Mecca of cheap-assed crap, Target, and I’m going to engage in some retail therapy. Specifically, toothpaste, a bottle of wine, cat litter, and some shelves for the pantry.

That is all. As you were, comrades.

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Snow

Shelly

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I had to work this morning, but left just before the roads got bad. There wasn’t a whole lot of snow, but there was icy-sleety horribleness underneath it, and I didn’t want to be out in it. Which is just as well, because things were not okay in blogland, and if I’d been working all day, I wouldn’t have had time to fix the problem. I really need to upgrade WordPress, but not today, thankyewverymuch!

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No Noise is Good Noise

Shelly

This day? A total waste. I took my car in for an oil change and to get the “I think it’s a warped rotor” problem fixed. Only, they hunted high and low and could not find anything wrong with my car. That’s typical, isn’t it? It only makes the rubbing noise when the temperature is below about 15F, so I guess I’m going to have to wait until the weather gets cold again and take my car back in. If it gets that cold again. In the meantime, I’ll try to look on the bright side: less money spent is a good thing, right?

I was so stressed, worrying about how much this was going to cost, that I didn’t get a damned thing done today, aside from walking the dog and loading the dishwasher.

Oh, and to add to my stress level? I got home last night to find another notice from the property manager about people not picking up after their dogs. I really hate tattling on others, but I guess I’m going to have to call tomorrow and let them know that it’s the folks in number 9. Since they also have a fawn Boxer, I don’t want to risk my dog taking the fall for their laziness. And we’re talking serious laziness, here. They stand inside the main door, with their dog’s outside on retractable leashes, so their dogs just squat anywhere–including on the sidewalk right in front of the door–and the owners don’t pick up after them.

Now, I understand that it’s not always fun or convenient to put on your shoes and coat and take your dogs outside, but if you’re going to have dogs, that’s what you’ve got to do. And if you suspect that you might occasionally feel lazy and just want to let your dog out the back door, then you’d damned well better make sure you get a ground floor apartment, preferably one with its own patio. Duh.

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Sympathetic Magic

Shelly

The maintenance guys came by at about 2pm yesterday. They shouldn’t have needed to get into my apartment, since the leak was in the upstairs shower, and since there was no damage to the ceiling. What did they need to come in for? To caulk my tub. That’s right. The upstairs shower was leaking, so they caulked my tub.

Jeenyous!

I’m hoping they also caulked the upstairs tub, and that they only did mine, too, as a form of sympathetic magic.

Oh, and it took two guys to do the caulking. One–the younger–did the actual work, while the other–a wizened old dude–sat on the closed toilet and supervised. And by supervised, I mean complained about his bad back and made fun of the younger guy’s caulking abilities.