Ramblings from the corporate drone
Jul. 4th, 2002 04:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mousmeFeeling bleh today. Am out of sorts, likely because of weather.
Got up late, forgot my passkey at home, basically didn't have that great a morning or early afternoon. Things looking vaguely up now, hope weather cools down tomorrow.
Lucky bastards in New Brunswick have been getting thunderstorms. Would kill to be able to go outside and sit in the rain.
Bah.
Work not so bad today. Hopefully will reach quota of sales for the day, which hasn't happened since Monday. Blast.
My supervisor (or former supervisor) is on extended sick leave. Sucks for him, and I hope he feels better soon. My new supervisor is on vacation, so I'm kind of in limbo, without any kind of official supervision or backup. Is odd feeling, but all the other supervisors have been super nice with me, so it's not so bad.
Am looking forward to Bigfoot this weekend. Hopefully it won't be as warm in Rawdon, and I really want April to teach me how to snipe at the other team.
Been messing about with Mage character, and will likely send to Fearsclave sometime today for feedback.
I'm in the kind of mood that usually accompanies a rainy weekend afternoon, in which all you want to do is curl up in an armchair in your favourite cozy sweater, cuddle your cats (insert cuddly pet here if you're not a cat person), and watch the rain trickle down the window panes.
Sadly, it's too hot for that and I'm stuck in my fluorescent-lit splendour of a cubicle. When I get my own cubicle (ie not a "loaner" from the staging area) I plan to decorate it with yellow hazard tape and begin the nifty process of terrifying my coworkers. Have I mentioned this?
If it's not unbearably hot tomorrow may come to work geared up in Paintball Get-Up. Heh heh heh... Only if it's not blisteringly hot.
Feh. Don't wanna work anymore. Wanna go home.
Cats are miserable in heat, in other news. They keep looking at me as though I were the most useless person in the world for not making the evil heat go away.
George in particular has been panting like a dog; he clambers into my lap and pants in my face to show me how hot he is, then goes tearing around the apartment like a lunatic in spite of the heat. I'm at a loss.
*sigh*
Got up late, forgot my passkey at home, basically didn't have that great a morning or early afternoon. Things looking vaguely up now, hope weather cools down tomorrow.
Lucky bastards in New Brunswick have been getting thunderstorms. Would kill to be able to go outside and sit in the rain.
Bah.
Work not so bad today. Hopefully will reach quota of sales for the day, which hasn't happened since Monday. Blast.
My supervisor (or former supervisor) is on extended sick leave. Sucks for him, and I hope he feels better soon. My new supervisor is on vacation, so I'm kind of in limbo, without any kind of official supervision or backup. Is odd feeling, but all the other supervisors have been super nice with me, so it's not so bad.
Am looking forward to Bigfoot this weekend. Hopefully it won't be as warm in Rawdon, and I really want April to teach me how to snipe at the other team.
Been messing about with Mage character, and will likely send to Fearsclave sometime today for feedback.
I'm in the kind of mood that usually accompanies a rainy weekend afternoon, in which all you want to do is curl up in an armchair in your favourite cozy sweater, cuddle your cats (insert cuddly pet here if you're not a cat person), and watch the rain trickle down the window panes.
Sadly, it's too hot for that and I'm stuck in my fluorescent-lit splendour of a cubicle. When I get my own cubicle (ie not a "loaner" from the staging area) I plan to decorate it with yellow hazard tape and begin the nifty process of terrifying my coworkers. Have I mentioned this?
If it's not unbearably hot tomorrow may come to work geared up in Paintball Get-Up. Heh heh heh... Only if it's not blisteringly hot.
Feh. Don't wanna work anymore. Wanna go home.
Cats are miserable in heat, in other news. They keep looking at me as though I were the most useless person in the world for not making the evil heat go away.
George in particular has been panting like a dog; he clambers into my lap and pants in my face to show me how hot he is, then goes tearing around the apartment like a lunatic in spite of the heat. I'm at a loss.
*sigh*