2002-07-17 - 11:54 a.m.
And on to the next round of self-flagellation.

[multiple expletives deleted]

I almost royally, ahem, messed up something here today. One of the gals in the Development department told me she needed to reinstall some simple program that she'd upgraded, and then removed, on her computer. She didn't quite understand why the whole program went away when she removed the upgrade, but she just wanted it back. There was no data to make sure was OK or anything, she said; it was just a simple program.

I thought she knew what she was doing with the installation, though. She sounded intelligent enough! Silly me; I gave her the disks. When the installation failed, I told her to page my supervisor, and when *she* came in they could straighten it out.

Shortly after my supervisor did arrive, she came running to me all NEVER EVER, and told me the Development gal was totally clueless, that I would have erased years and years of data had the install succeeded, and so on and so forth.

*banging forehead on desk* Get me out of here. Get me out of here. Get me out of here.

Slightly cheerier note: I finally got in contact with Jocasta yesterday. It's been months. She changed her cell phone early this year and never gave me the number; then she lost MY new phone number, and every time I called her landline she was on the Internet. Nasty busy signal. Since the last time we spoke, apparently, she's become Lady [Jocasta] in the SCA -- got her official Award of Arms -- and she and Nappy have decided to try and start a family.

Let's just skip right over my reaction to that and go straight to the fun: she's coming down tomorrow to go shopping with me. Girl night! Haven't had one of those in awhile, probably since the last time I saw her when Hildegaard came out in late April. I hate going shopping alone, unless I know exactly what I'm buying; maybe I can spare some bucks to buy a couple of new dresses. My wardrobe's getting pretty monotonous.

Also, I get to see the location of my cubicle in the new building today. Joy. Can you hear, er, imagine the sarcasm in my tone? Hrhmh. You know, if I quit now, I have enough space on my credit cards to last through a few months without a job ...

*sigh* I hate being the fiscally responsible one. If I didn't have my school loan payments, I'd buy a bike, I think, and go town-hopping. Or not. Something, though, I don't know. Restlessness is eating me alive.