Hot and gross today. Boss man kept making fun of me for getting soaked in the sprinklers. Between already sweating like a pig and being miserable, it was the only good thing about dragging hoses around all day.

Morbid humor warning:

Set-up: Coworker sprained her ankle and still had a long night to go for a concert at work (it was visibly swollen). Other coworker had a tank of glyphosate and informed her he was killing things. So she said, "oh good, spray me, please kill me" or something to that effect.

I bit my tongue because first urge was to heckle her with "really, JZ, a suicide joke?! Too soon, don't you think?"

I figured my inappropriate sense of humor might have potentially made her feel bad instead of the actual intent (pure heckling). She also miand these here are narcissuses," turning to another patch, "and here's daffodils.ght have laughed, but I didn't want to risk it. I thought it was f***ing hilarious and shared it with another coworker later because I don't have that much self control. We already know we're going to Hell and have promised save the other a seat if either of us gets there first.

If one of my co-workers could just have another of her freak accidents that somehow incapacitate her today (last week she apparently jammed her finger so hard she lost consciousness, I shit you not), I might actually be able to work on what I'm supposed to be working on and meet my goals by day's end.

Also, when I took a sanity preserving break to run some overdue DVDs by the library, a meth-tastic couple approached me with a sob story about how they're stranded with no money and could I please give them a ride to Lake City (about a 50 minute round trip in the middle of a workday).

I really wish they'd come up to me before I went in the library, when I was carrying Hannibal DVDs, so I could have said "your self-preservation instincts aren't that well developed, are they?"

Sounds like too many people qualified for the insurance decrease last year. Harumph.

the breakfast is always (untoasted) bagels, cream cheese, fruit and coffee.

That's the standard university breakfast meeting fare around here too.

Actually I think less than half of the workforce in my locale took the decrease last year. They hate giving people information, hate going to Drs.

Oh, hello wall.

Less than half an hour before I am supposed to leave, that's not too bad. But nothing more is getting done by me today unless it is super urgent AND amazingly easy.

We have a process where we can connect into people's computers to fix things. Only Level 2 people have this ability. I was just asked to take over one, which happens as people need to leave at the end of the day. The other tech, we'll call him X, gave me a confused description of a server, drives that didn't synch, and possible complications of upgrading a server to Win10. He was in the process of copying the contents of a shared drive to somewhere else, and when I connected in that copying had another hour to go. I asked what he was copying, and X said, "I thought it was a good idea, but you can stop it if you want." I talked to the senior tech who had told me to take over and asked if he knew what was going on. Long story short, the senior tech wasn't sure either and that I might have to just start over, even after I gave the synopsis of the databases X modified and the folders that had been moved around. Senior tech: "Well, I trust you more anyway, sorry, try to untangle it."

So I give X my phone number so he can transfer the customer over. X says, "Oh, he's already gone." Me, after a blink: "There's no one there? And you're connected in to their computer?" "Yeah, they had to close up shop, but Senior Tech Y said I could just stay in. Just email the customer with the resolution."

One of the first rules about connecting in to customer's computers that I had pounded into me was "You do not work on a customer's computer without the customer or his representative there." So I had utterly no compunction about going to my senior tech to report what was going on. Full disclosure: I do not like Senior Tech Y in the slightest, and I took great joy in reporting that he approved X staying connected to the computer.

My senior tech said, "You mean, there's no one on the call?" I confirmed, he said "OK, wait a minute." After a couple of minutes, he said to disconnect from the computer and to set the case up to be called back in the morning. Oh, and to leave it in my name so that X doesn't "mess with it in the morning."

Documentation is your friend.

Timelies all!

Tired, and still having issues with my gut. feh

107 is really fucking hot.

It is not quite that hot inside my house, for which I am grateful. My brief unavoidable period of being outside was quite enough.

I bought hard root beer the other day!

I had a bottle the other day. The closest I've come to drinking a whole beer. A total trip.

Satan's armpit humid out there. My hair got wetter on the way home.

Also, a juvie rat dying in my backyard. Ugh. But at least now I can note that when I return rat rubout's phone call from yesterday. I simply had no time at all today.