Unwind
Started: Friday, February 2, 2001 18:55
Finished: Friday, February 2, 2001 19:24
This is the moment I've been waiting for most of the day.
The monkey, the man, then the gun
This is evolution
The monkey, the man, then the gun
This is evolution
The monkey, the man, then the gun
Okay, THAT I do not do very often. For the sake of my own health. Rock concert volume. Or very nearly so.
Hope the other members of the household were not disturbed. :)
[A slightly lesser, but still very loud amplitude.]
We were no longer blind
Put me in the motorcade
Put me in the death parade
Dress me up and take me here
Dress me up and make me your dying god
Alright, let's let this bit of extreme self indulgence coast down a bit.
So... For me, today was one of the roughest days at work... in quite a while. Filled with stress, problems that proved far more difficult than they should have been, and pointy haired psychobabble to fill in the gaps.
Well, not entirely so. Lunch was pretty good, I guess. It was the anniversary luncheon for people who stared in the months of January and February. Free food, and a casual sit around the table with the VP's. That was pretty cool.
But then... later this afternoon, toward the end of the long day, I just started feeling like my head was gonna explode. Frustration left, right, and center.
But I left work happy.
Why? Two reasons I can think of.
- I did get all my work finished -- eventually. The things that I needed to fix were done. That's a good feeling.
- At a couple points toward the end where I was in the extreme of frustration, grinding my teeth and barely able to concentrate, more than one manager stopped by and asked if there was anything they could do to help, even if it just meant patently standing by and helping to decipher the logic of some stupid boolean expression inside of an if statement. That goes a long way in times like this.
And so, here I am. Winding down. Grateful the weekend is here. Very grateful.
And now, the rest of the family has gone out to the Black Eyed Pea. I declined to join them. I just don't feel like sitting in a restaurant right now. Besides, Black Eyed Pea stuff isn't exactly my favorite food.
[Switching music via the xmms interface.]
But you can't touch
I don't think I like you much
Heaven knows what a girl can do
Heaven knows what you've got to prove
I think I'm PARANOID
And complicated
I think I'm Paranoid
Manipulated
Hmmmm... Maybe I'll rent a film. Or go to a theatre to see one. I haven't been keeping up my movielog very well lately.
I think that would be very relaxing mentally. A film, I mean. Either here, or down the street. Doesn't matter. That's my plan. Yes.
End of Rambling.