However, unlike caring for Dad, if I said "screw it," put the papers down for an evening, turned off my phone and had a few glasses of wine, I knew tragedy probably wouldn't occur before the next morning.
This is exactly how I felt right after my mom passed. Though it was whiskey instead of wine.
Congratulations, Jesse. Having a job you don't actively hate is impossible to measure by financial means. If the salary at new job will cover your monetary needs and keep you sane...priceless.
My work laptop is trying to gaslight me. Yesterday afternoon it kept losing my credentials and locking me out of anything on the work servers. I had to contact our IT three times to unlock me and the third time it would lock up immediately after being unlocked and IT was "baffled". It was something on my computer causing the issue but they had no idea what. This morning - it is working like a charm as if the last two hours of yesterday didn't happen. WTF? I mean, I'm glad I can get the work done that I traveled out to Salt Lake to do...but come on now.
My corporate laptop is crazy-making. I can't log onto the network with it, but I can log onto the network on any other corporate laptop. Fortunately, I almost never have any need to use it.
From over the cubicle wall, a general discussion of manliness: "He's eating chicken jerky--with tissues!" followed by a disapproving chorus of "Dude . . ."
In the breakroom downstairs: "I wish I could grow a beard." "Dude . . . you can't grow a beard?" "Dude, I can grow a beard, but it gets so scratchy." "You grow out of that stage!" "Yeah, but . . . my face gets claustrophobic." ". . . Claustrophobic?" "I'm not as tough as you guys, OK?" "We could have told you that."
I'm in constant need, Gud. But so far today...so good. Knock on wood.
Connie, that's funny. Poor Dude.
I'm in a ReadyTalk work conference, but I cannot connect via the phone. So I can see their screen and hear everything (through the computer) they're saying, but I can't give any input (which is fine by me).
But I sent an email to the facilitator saying "I can't connect via phone, but I have ReadyTalk open and I can see and hear everything you're doing." When the facilitator read the email, she said "Stephanie, you connected by phone, but can't see the screen, is that correct?" [silence on my end] [obviously] "Stephanie?"
Seriously, they took the exact opposite from my email that I meant. Jesus.
Can see. Can't speak. Fire bad. Tree pretty.
Wow, Tep. A metaphor for our times.
I eventually got through on the phone, but it was pointless, because the part of the demonstration that affected the freelancers was about 7 minutes of the whole damn thing. Yawn.
Congrats on the new job, Jesse!
I love my job, but I might take a pay cut for a shorter commute. 1:30+ each way is pretty draining.
