Not dead. Disconnected.

Gah. Maybe if I'm lucky my modem will be waiting for me when I get home.

I have been told by two different people that my answering machine didn't pick up their call. Am annoyed.

Had a lovely, lovely weekend. Will write about it when I get the chance. Met lovely new people. Saw old friends. Had a good time. All sorts of goodness. :)


Does anyone know of a good chiropractor in Montreal, please? Thanks!

My company at work. Sort of.

So many of you (ahem) may wonder exactly what it is I do, here at Boomerang Tracking. Well, I am a dispatcher. When we get an alarm for a stolen vehicle, and the client confirms that the vehicle is stolen, I send out a tracker to trace it. This is how the tracking process works:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SxgZI0Lj5Ao


Well, sort of. This is a video of Lo/Jack, our parent company in the U.S. It's highly, highly simplified, and trust me when I tell you that inside a tracker's car it is much, much louder, and much more cramped with equipment. Also, most of the time, the thief will be long gone by the time we find the car.

Still, this will give you an idea of what I do every day. :)

How on earth do I embed a YouTube video in here, anyway?

Owie...

Due to a mishap with Pistou, ulvain's very large, very rambunctious, and very young Great Dane, I have a very painful bone bruise on the back of my right hand which is making typing and using my mouse problematic. Not upset at the doggie, but still. Ow.

Capricornucopia in less than five days. I am very much looking forward to it. :)

Bwah.

Organization is clearly not this company's strong suit. I came in four and a half hours early today in order to replace someone who's on vacation. I confirmed *twice* with my supervisor that I would be leaving early as well. I told him I didn't mind doing overtime, but he said it wasn't necessary. Okay, fine.

So 6:30 rolls around, and no one has arrived yet. It's just me and the little Italian from St. Leonard. He's actually being quite civilized today. I think it's the presence of other men that makes him go a little testosterone-crazy. Anyway, no one is here, and usually people arrive at least 15 minutes before their shift, if not earlier. I confess I was a little concerned, as I was supposed to leave at 7pm.

7pm rolls around, and there's no sign of anyone. So I get a bee in my bonnet, so to speak, and my co-worker volunteers to call the supervisor and ask him what's up.

Guess what?

Yes, that's right. He made a mistake and scheduled me for overtime. I finish at 9pm, not at 7pm the way it says on the official schedule. Luckily, apart from being a little tired, I don't mind doing the overtime tonight. But that's just lucky for my supervisor. I might have made plans for tonight, and then they would have been screwed.

It's not like I didn't make sure of my schedule. Next time, however, I will do it in writing, with an email. Just to be sure.

On the plus side, I'm still going to be leaving two hours earlier than my usual time. If anyone needs to get hold of me tonight, you should phone after 9:30. :)