Thursday
So, today was supposed to be a marathon workday, as I attempted to cram a year’s worth of knowledge into 4 days, and complete a very important internal document.
As the day moved on, and I was increasingly unable to work on said document, I grew frustrated. few, if any, instructions for completing same were passed on from my predecessor, and bad formatting and mystery quantities made for an unhappy Bhagwan. Finally, with most of the workday gone, I was armed with all of the tools I needed to have at 8 AM.
Go figure. Luckily, we were granted an 11th hour (literally) reprieve, and the document can wait five more days.
Just in time to start on the next one. Isn’t that nice?
And it’s a good thing, too, as the numbers our assumptions were based on seem to be horribly, horribly wrong.
Not a bad first week of work. Not at all.
Compounding the frustration was my desire to listen to today’s baseball game. My workspace is located directly under an orbital mind control shield, which effectively blocks not only harmful radiation, but beneficial forms as well, such as cell phone transmissions, and AM radio.
Radio being the medium by which I had planned to listen to Ichiro and the rest of the boys today. In an inspired flash, I decided to purchase the MLB TV broadcast of today’s games, since the local TV blackout was lifted last week. After several false starts, I got things working, and was able to watch portions of both the Angels/Rangers and Reds/Cubs games.
Cool. Not bad for the price, but also not bad music to work with through the day. I also figured out why the CD/DVD rom drive in this computer was not working, so that means even more music.
But best of all, Mariners. But wait. The stinking A’s still have their TV block on for today’s game, so I am not allowed to watch.
Crappity crap crap.
I just spent 30 minutes or so of aggravation, and a small but statistically significant amount of hard earned cash to be able to watch this game. And now I can’t. I can’t even get the audio feed, without mortgaging my baseball soul further.
Which, of course, I do. Ichiro, one hit closer, and Raul Ibanez moves over .300 for the foreseeable future.
All in all, it was a good day.
Plus, I got pasta for lunch, after leaving mine at home. Waking up late is not as much fun as it seems, especially when planning for a marathon workday.
Life is funny, sometimes.