Category: Crankypantsing

Crankypantsing

Tales of the Weird

Shelly

To cap off a consistently craptacular week, this morning I overslept, scratched my eye, cut my finger, then got to work late. Then, I realized I’d left my billfold at home, and had to run home and get it. Here’s the interesting part: when I got home, I noticed a large, turquoise and chrome Dodge Ram truck parked in the spot in front of me. Hmmm. I took a close look at it, and sure enough, the US flag in the back window has now been replaced with a Century 21 ad, complete with Katrina-the-former-land-monster’s photo, name, and contact info. WTF?! Why is Katrina’s truck in my apartment complex’s parking lot?

Creepy.

Crankypantsing

Damn You, Windows!

Shelly

Today started off much better than yesterday. When I got to work, the escalators were turned on. Yay. No hauling my ass up gigantor steps. It quickly went down-hill, though. Last night, a Windows patch was installed. This morning, half my keyboard did not work. I had to reboot several times before the problem resolved. And then I realized that the Windows update b0rkened OCLC. Since I, and most of my coworkers, cannot do any actual work without OCLC, this is sort of a biggie. Fucking bastards!

Crankypantsing, Photography

February Sunrise

Shelly

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The one thing I hate about winter is the lack of light. The long nights and grey days really start to bother me after awhile. About this time of year, because I’m up early in the mornings, I start to see the days begin to lengthen. It’s not much, yet, but every little bit helps.

I no longer have a long drive east in the early mornings, which is probably just as well. I miss the sunrises, but with daylight saving time, I wouldn’t have gotten to see them anyway. And, guess what? DST will be starting even earlier this spring! On March 11, I believe. I guess I’ll just add that to the long list of things that I’m cranky about. It could be worse. At least I work on the one floor that has lots of windows.

Crankypantsing, Photography

Miss GrumpyPants

Shelly

I’m grumpy today. Not for any reason in particular, but because of a million little things. Or maybe I just got up on the wrong side of the bed. The irony is that the number one thing on my It’s Making Me Grumpy list is that The Grumpy is not wearing off. I said “Hrmf!” to my boss, who asked me, “I that a one-hrmf or two-hrmf?” So, which even-toed ungulate is it, the dromedary or bactrian?

Okaythen! I’ll leave y’all with the the full-size, unrotated version of yesterday’s photo.

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Crankypantsing

I’ve Got My Cranky Pants On, Bay-BEE!

Shelly

The people around me are getting on my last nerve. It’s not their fault, I’m just grumpy as hell. However, if Mr. Belt and Suspenders doesn’t shut the fuck up, I may cry. Seriously. When he got here this morning, he announced to his cube neighbor that he’d slipped twice on the ice this morning, his knee was swelling, and he was going home after it warmed up enough for the ice to melt. He’s retold the story a total of six times–and counting. It’s like he’s on an endless loop or something. Someone please make it stop!

And maintenance folks changed the locks on the escalators, so now our keys won’t work in them. I doubt we’ll get replacements, because we weren’t technically supposed to have keys, anyway. I don’t mind stairs, but climbing giant escalator stairs at 6am is not my idea of how to start off one’s day.

I woke up with a sore throat this morning. Usually, when that happens, it goes away after awhile. Only, this time, it’s getting worse. Fucking bastards! I used up all my time off last week, because of the goddamn fucking weather, so I can’t take time off. And, I’m supposed to be training a new student this afternoon, so I couldn’t go home even if I wanted to.

Oh, and it was foggy all night, and cold enough that everything was icy this morning. Roads included. The worst, though, was the fog ice on my car windows. That stuff is impossible to scrape.

Art, Crankypantsing, Doodles, Meta

A New Doodle

Shelly

Stonehenge Journal: Doodle
Doodle
gel pen on 90lb Stonehenge paper
5 5/8 x 5 5/8 inches

I tried uploading this file to Flickr, and boy was that ever an adventure! Apparently, though I had to dig to find the information, they had a brain hemorrhage yesterday. Everyone’s photos are all kinds of jumbled up. What fun! I didn’t have any trouble uploading the file, but when I tried to add it to a set, I saw that there were other people’s images intermingled with mine. When I clicked on them, I was either taken to the correct photo or to yet another incorrect photo.

I thought someone had hacked into my account, but I thought I’d check the main page for information, just in case there was something wrong on their end. Bupkis. I checked the Flickr blog. Bupkis. I had to go to their “help via e-mail” page, which directed me to a discussion about the problem. According to Flickr’s official statement, the problem should have been resolved Saturday. Yeah, right. Their advice was to clear your browser cache, and all would magically be restored to its natural order. Uh-huh. Go on, pull the other one. Anyway, the first thing I did was clear my browser cache, ya’ assberets. And then I tried IE, Opera, and Netscape. And then, Flickr implodiated completely.

Oh, and now I see that they’ve finally decided to post about the problem on the Flickr blog. Heckuva job, guys.

Art, Crankypantsing, Doodles

Staff Meeting Doodle

Shelly

Staff Meeting Doodle
gel pen in steno notebook

I think that’s about as close to arting as I’m going to get today. I stayed an hour late at work, to make up for leaving early yesterday. When I got home, I did laundry. One of the dryers decided to stop half-way through its cycle, so my jeans and heavy shirts–you know, the stuff you wear when it’s ass cold out!–were wet. Too wet to hang dry before tomorrow, so I had to fork over another $1.25 to finish drying them. Hrmf! So I’m a little cranky about that. And I’ve had a dull, nagging headache all day (which has nothing whatsoever to do with Syndromes of the Head and Neck–Holy Coinky-dinks, Batman!). Between that and The Cranky, I’m not in the mood to do much of anything. Maybe I’ll feel differently after I (finally!) eat something, but I would not recommend holding your breath. That’d be silly.