So much and so little to do

[Poll #824605]

I'm kind of bored right now. (Tomorrow I will observe the proper holiday... it's not tomorrow until I wake up again.) Hence the random. So... basically I did a lot of work today. Or rather, I sat in a room today and had actual training that I was paid for. So, I get paid for the part of my job where I sit still, but not the one where I had to shuttle heavy computer equipment between Max P and New Grad. What a difference a week makes, eh?

Just as a note to myself... things I need to do before the end of the week. Preferably before Wednesday: e-mail photography prof and beg/weasel way into class, e-mail boss so I can have semi-regular work, double-check class schedules, do health insurance waiver, deposit check, possibly sign up for direct deposit so I can stop forgetting to pick my check up at the front desk, break the universe by making things twice as complicated as they have been. Oh, you know what I'm talking about. Then, victory will be mine!

Arrrr...gh

Ahoy, me friendslist. I've 'ad meself one o' them days what's not quite right fer livin' in, bein' all grey an' cold an' unwelcomin'. Tis makin' me feel that winter's already settin' in on me happy shore's 'ere on the Lake. Ain't right, far's I'm concerned. An' if that weren't enough... ye know those days when ye wake up an' it ain't quite worth it te get out o' bed, on account o' you feelin' a mite out-of-sorts, but not enough te justify layin' in yer bed an' disregardin' the day in its entirety? Tis one o' those, fer me an' me computer, it seems. Fer it's gone an' betrayed me again by suddenly gettin' it into its 'ead it'll spite me by workin' again. If throwin' it o'erboard wasn't an action dead-set in writin' against me warranty, I'd do it. Or make the deviant thing walk the plank. But no, the scallawag 'as got te make me look a fool in front o' tech support. An' if they refuse again te be fixin' it fer me, 'twon't me much stoppin' me from takin' me cutlass te whatever man heads the outfit an' an wavin' it about til things get fixed up shiny-like.

An' if the men what be in charge o' keepin' this dorm ship-shape don't haul themselves up te me cabin 'ere an' fix me stove, I ain't ever bringin' meself down to the depths o' their maintenance rooms an' fixin' their printer.