Saturday, January 13, 2007

Solving Again

Well, I didn't blog yesterday, despite my good intentions. E was sick the entire week (after having vacationed the week previously); R is now retired, replaced by K; D, the temp, has gone, and is replaced by C. Since L took Thursday off, and doesn't work Fridays, that made me the senior office person, who somehow had to fill in on lots of things which aren't actually my job.* So I was putting out lots of fires on Friday: finishing owner-contractor paperwork for a job in Pennsylvania which is starting up, which involved wrangling scanner software (on L's slower-than-dirt computer, involving opening files at my computer, going to L's, going back to mine to close them so I could open them on L's ...) into doing what I wanted with the PDFs and then figuring out a way to email a 27MB file to someone who can't accept attachments larger than 4MB (there are sites for that), and then finding out I had something wrong on page 14, emailing just that page and finding I emailed the wrong version; setting up travel arrangements (for T and W it was easy - just the hotel; for J it was a month's worth of air [which I'd done] and car [which I'd been walked through but hadn't done before]; for D it was hotel [which I'd never looked at before and the people at the hotel didn't have the paperwork we had faxed to them so I was scurrying through E's files trying to find a missing page to the application]); my sister called and let me talk to little M who gabbled at me on the phone for a bit; the owner wanted lunch ordered, so I needed to walk C do that [find the menu with phone for the place next door, have her call, a fax machine answers twice, get money out of petty cash, have her walk over and place the order [while I cover the phones]...); have K go to lunch without telling me; have C announce that she's going to lunch (I have seniority, why don't I get dibs on when I go to lunch? or at least get asked...); when I get to lunch (around 2, although I've changed my 'usual' lunchtime to 1), I go out and hide in the car with blessed silence for an hour (also Good Omens by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman—got it for V, but he was reading something else, so I started to re-read it), and come back to find that T and the owner had been looking for me; get to walk across the street to retrieve mail (no company name, and the correct address for us, not for across the street!?); and all this while I sit at my desk in the middle of the room, with all the guys in (at 4 they took a break to go into the conference room *right* next to my desk and drink beer [what can I say? it's a construction company]), so it's horrendously loud and forget about G-rated conversation—I'm just lucky that not all of it is on cell phones right next to my desk, pacing back and forth, making my speakers go all loud and crackly and swearing up, right, and middle. And no, I'm not about to tell the owner of the company to back off, sit down, and clean up his language.

*It would be nice, sometime, to have an actual idea of what my job is and what it is not, but unless I set those limits, I doubt that will happen with this company. Right now my job is to do what I'm told, and to keep doing those things which are my responsibility. Meh.

And I forgot saving the day for B of the railing company [yes, the railing is finally up and today we got what I think was our first compliment, now that the weather warrants a railing for that incline] who came by and needed his invoice thingy fixed, which of course I volunteered to do because I have no sense and thought my day was slowing down [cue manical, ironic laughter] and, well, he's a nice guy and I haven't gotten around to giving him the promised baklava. (Did I mention he donated quite a bit of the railing, nevermind all the good advice he gave which we ignored and he patiently regave when we ran into the problems he thought we'd run into?)


My new year's resolutions (why not?):
* Go to church every Sunday. (So far, so good. Well, you know. One at a time.)
Maintain correspondence. (E-mailing Miriam, calls with sister.)
* Blog weekly. (Aiming for Friday, barring another like this one, at which point I think I'll move to Australia.)
* Lose weight. (Just throwing the idea around. My actions, like tonight's heaping bowl of three flavors of ice cream with extra cookies thrown in, may not be helping. But the idea's there. So this will probably mean acceding to the husbandly "Let's go to the gym, shall we? Pretty please?")
* Be good to my husband. (See above.)


Also this week, I recovered much of Dn. Virgil's old wiki and put it on his new wiki.

I beat Dn. Virgil at Robo Rally*, my favorite board game, second only to Siedler. Which someone romantically gave me for Christmas after we decided to have a shared wishlist using google docs. I realized that trying to beat a computer programmer at a programming-based game was not necessarily a realistic goal. He beat me, badly, the first time. Well, badly for me. However, the second time he went for flag 4 without having touched flag 3 (he himself had placed the flags), so I had a large enough victory.


We tried going to the Dedham Choral whatsit on Wednesday, but have mostly decided not to go back. They were nice, and it was okay, but not quite what I was hoping for. (Although that's a bit unfair, since they could hardly have been expected to have Dan Stowe for the director.) Also, my mother had spoiled me by getting the "new Vivaldi" cd, which pretty much sours you for sight-reading music in a non-Stowe choral ensemble, I'd think. And the jewel case is missing (suspicions directed husband-ward) and we haven't seen his scarf (hand-knitted by me!) since that rehearsal.

We also were taken to dinner by Dn. V's co-worker at a lovely place on Friday night, and still have leftovers to finish up.


Prayers requested for:
* Mary Catherine
* Theodore
* David
* Joseph
* Mercedes
and their caretakers, especially Catherine and Carol.
It seems like my family's falling apart. Oh, well, I have a date tomorrow morning at which I'll address many of these grievances with Someone in High Places. (Can you tell I've been reading too much Terry Pratchett?) Cheers!

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