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Jun. 1st, 2020 10:27 amI think I am doing a really good job of not totally losing my shit at someone this morning.
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Feb. 17th, 2019 06:51 pmWell, this is weird and a problem.
I lost my backpack.
I thought I'd taken it to church, but it was not in the coat closet where I thought I'd left it. So either I left it on the T (which would be an achievement in carelessness even for me) or someone walked off with it (Why???).
And of course it has my work ID in it. So I'm hopin' somebody's gonna contact work (or me directly) to let them know they have it, but failing that, I'm going to need a new ID.
(Yes, I have also considered the scenario where somebody steals my ID in order to break into our deserted office over Presidents' Day weekend, but again, Why???)
ETA: Nope, the MBTA (or at least the Red Line) doesn't have a recently-handed-in blue backpack.
Moreover, on further thought there IS one potentially valuable thing in there, namely an old USB drive. So I guess I have to hope that A) the backpack was pinched by a bum who won't bother to try and make use of the drive, B) It doesn't have a copy of my password list on it, C) they can't get it to work, or D) they can't figure out the codes in the password file...
(Before you ask, my credit card number and SSN won't be on there.)
PPS: Remind me to put a tracker chip on my next backpack. (Kudos to fellow parishioner who studies wearable technology for reminding me of this possibility...)
I lost my backpack.
I thought I'd taken it to church, but it was not in the coat closet where I thought I'd left it. So either I left it on the T (which would be an achievement in carelessness even for me) or someone walked off with it (Why???).
And of course it has my work ID in it. So I'm hopin' somebody's gonna contact work (or me directly) to let them know they have it, but failing that, I'm going to need a new ID.
(Yes, I have also considered the scenario where somebody steals my ID in order to break into our deserted office over Presidents' Day weekend, but again, Why???)
ETA: Nope, the MBTA (or at least the Red Line) doesn't have a recently-handed-in blue backpack.
Moreover, on further thought there IS one potentially valuable thing in there, namely an old USB drive. So I guess I have to hope that A) the backpack was pinched by a bum who won't bother to try and make use of the drive, B) It doesn't have a copy of my password list on it, C) they can't get it to work, or D) they can't figure out the codes in the password file...
(Before you ask, my credit card number and SSN won't be on there.)
PPS: Remind me to put a tracker chip on my next backpack. (Kudos to fellow parishioner who studies wearable technology for reminding me of this possibility...)
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Oct. 7th, 2014 04:06 pmI am in a bad %$^(&*) mood right now.
I got rejected for the Harvard cataloging job I was hoping to get.
I looked at all the likely job websites yesterday without result; this leaves me with* roughly zero motivation to look at all the second-string options today.
My employer/client in Germany is giving me the runaround.* He emailed me about a mammoth editing project yesterday; I wrote back to say Sure, I can do that by Friday, expecting that he'd be emailing me the actual document that evening.
I still do not have the actual document.
(And also, every passing hour is one less that I have to work on this %$^&( thing, and therefore increases the likely stressfulness of actually getting the job done.)
Due to the second and third points, I have spent most of today alternating between checking mail every three seconds, playing Civ3, and working on a graphics projects.**
...Oh, and OLD bad news: my sister-in-law didn't get into Tufts, so they won't be moving to Boston this winter as we had all (for various reasons) hoped.
Grr.
* In his defense, it sounds like this is because the end client is giving HIM the runaround.
On the other hand, this is the second week in a row that something like this has happened.
** And I can't figure out WHAT I was thinking the first time I designed that spiral staircase, since I can't figure out how I can get it to the second floor of the bell tower in any reasonable fashion; and it looks like I'm going to have evacuate my troops from Argos. So those distractions aren't exactly improving my mood.
I got rejected for the Harvard cataloging job I was hoping to get.
I looked at all the likely job websites yesterday without result; this leaves me with* roughly zero motivation to look at all the second-string options today.
My employer/client in Germany is giving me the runaround.* He emailed me about a mammoth editing project yesterday; I wrote back to say Sure, I can do that by Friday, expecting that he'd be emailing me the actual document that evening.
I still do not have the actual document.
(And also, every passing hour is one less that I have to work on this %$^&( thing, and therefore increases the likely stressfulness of actually getting the job done.)
Due to the second and third points, I have spent most of today alternating between checking mail every three seconds, playing Civ3, and working on a graphics projects.**
...Oh, and OLD bad news: my sister-in-law didn't get into Tufts, so they won't be moving to Boston this winter as we had all (for various reasons) hoped.
Grr.
* In his defense, it sounds like this is because the end client is giving HIM the runaround.
On the other hand, this is the second week in a row that something like this has happened.
** And I can't figure out WHAT I was thinking the first time I designed that spiral staircase, since I can't figure out how I can get it to the second floor of the bell tower in any reasonable fashion; and it looks like I'm going to have evacuate my troops from Argos. So those distractions aren't exactly improving my mood.
