Of course, I've lost some skin over my toes due to this silliness, but it was too hot to wear closed-toe shoes to work yesterday, and we won't get a non-stinky air conditioner for another 10 days. Work has decided that we'll wait for a non-stinky air conditioner in the office rather than suffer the stinky. My desk was one of the cooler spots in the front office that has a glass portal to the outside, and it topped 30 degrees.
Sooner or later I must go outside to see what heat damage will be made worse in my garden this week.
Grandpa is still in hospital with his busted hip, but Dad is back in Adelaide. At bridge last night he was grumpy about his fishing trip having been cancelled, and his shirt being creased due to having gone through Grandpas' washing machine, but vaguely cheerful, even prior to winning both their matches, which I interpret to mean Grandpa is recovering as well as can be expected.
One day, this too shall end.
And on that day, I will not have to be anywhere, do anything, see anyone.
As you might be able to guess, I'm feeling a little overwhelmed. ( Cut for whiny, self-pitying arghs )
Anyone who needs me to do something more can get knotted. There are other capable people in this world, including yourselves, people! *sigh* Ask me after the ANC (bridge Nationals) - I'll be able to help you then. As long as it doesn't involve weekends, because that'll clash with worktrip, DanceMania, worktrip.
She-Boss is pleased; I've stopped wailing that the world is going to end. The shipment of packing peanuts arrived this afternoon. It's MINE! MINE! ALL MINE!
Oh, and my singing teacher has got in first with a response to the 'I want a guitar' wail. If there's anyone out there who hadn't got around to responding yet, I'm sorry.
Only problem is the incessant beeping wot will drive me nuts soon.
Tomorrow I get a haircut. Yay.
Each of those bits of paper has a different purchase order ID. I really don't want to know the internal numbers, just the one I have to quote so that you don't ring me up and complain. Make my life a little easier so that I can return the favour. Thanks.
Also: There are small people watching Shrek2 in the next room. I cannot go and watch it with them, for I am working. Oh, the agony.
Damned computer decided that, for some reason, it didn't like the printer. So, it de-installed all the printers installed on my computer. Then MYOB froze. Resetting the computer helped with those problems, but according to the data file I'm still logged onto MYOB, which I am not.
This un-caffeinated ramble has been brought to you by the letter 'i'
*answer phone* You have hearing difficulties. Let me just transfer you...
*answer phone* You can't understand the question "Do you need help with one that you already have or one that you would like to get?" Let me just transfer you...
*answer phone* You hung up.
*answer phone* You called me 'sweetie'. Let me just transfer you to someone male...
*answer phone* You ask how I am. I ask how you are. Now, I ask where you're from and the purpose of the call. Advertising. No we don't want any and the only person who is authorised to change that decision is in a very important meeting with her mug of tea and a biscuit and can't come to the phone.
*answer phone* You know what you want and how much it costs. I like you. I *encourage* you.
I thought this was slightly better than the people who need to take a message because they can't do anything while their entire system is down, or the people who keep their records in a separate office to where everything else is done so that they can't access them easily, or the people who just didn't answer the phone...
There is also an electrician here, trying to fix things. Good luck to him, I say.
I am still folding bits of paper to send out the end-of-month accounts. About half way through. There are a lot of them.
So I go back and redo.
Oh well, I'm going to my SO's parents' house for tea because they wanted us (I like them, they're so nice, even if she's a bit pushy and he's anal-retentive and a fussbudget). Food good.