Happy Monday

This entry is going to sound like all the others recently - the differences are so subtle even I can hardly detect them! 

Sister revenge.  After my sister deleted Mom's email, I sent her a note asking her to please ask me before she made any changes to Mom's setup.  She replied that deleting emails was not going to break anything.  I replied that while I appreciated the comfort level she had with her own computer skills, next week, when Mom wanted to know where something was on her computer, I would like to be able to tell her.  She did not respond. 

After she left for the evening, I VPN'd in.  It does not appear as if she's done anything unfixable but I did notice that she deleted both my emails.  So I just moved them back to the inbox. 

This morning she sent a note out to me and my brother and sister-in-law saying all was good and they were going to the previously scheduled doctor's appointment.  So I VPN'd to see that she had once again deleted both those emails.  I moved them back to the inbox.

The amount of pleasure this fucking with her brings me is embarrassing and immature and just makes my day.

She also has not yet, apparently, remembered that she needs me to get reimbursed (from Mom's money) for her trip expenses.  And, then there is the final revenge as I am the executor of Mom's will.  She'll get her third, but maybe not so easily or quickly?  Poor thing. 

And we're back on FedEx watch.  The package is, once again (3rd time's the charm???) listed as 'out for delivery'.  Wonder where it's going today?

My new projects haven't kicked in yet and my current projects are in a lull and that's leaving me with no work.  Not so good.  It may mean that today I pull all of the stuff out of the cabinet under the sink in the bathroom.  I need to toss most of it and organize the rest. 

For years and years I moved to a different area code about every 18 months.  I never had to clean out the under-the-bathroom-sink cabinet.  The movers always packed it up and moved it before it got junkie.  It's a great way to solve the junk problem, but it does nothing to prepare you for when you live in one place for 13 years.  Come the third week of January, it will be 14 years.  Wow.

Ok, now I'm armed with two big plastic garbage bags and I'm heading in...

Happy Monday

This entry is going to sound like all the others recently - the differences are so subtle even I can hardly detect them! 

Sister revenge.  After my sister deleted Mom's email, I sent her a note asking her to please ask me before she made any changes to Mom's setup.  She replied that deleting emails was not going to break anything.  I replied that while I appreciated the comfort level she had with her own computer skills, next week, when Mom wanted to know where something was on her computer, I would like to be able to tell her.  She did not respond. 

After she left for the evening, I VPN'd in.  It does not appear as if she's done anything unfixable but I did notice that she deleted both my emails.  So I just moved them back to the inbox. 

This morning she sent a note out to me and my brother and sister-in-law saying all was good and they were going to the previously scheduled doctor's appointment.  So I VPN'd to see that she had once again deleted both those emails.  I moved them back to the inbox.

The amount of pleasure this fucking with her brings me is embarrassing and immature and just makes my day.

She also has not yet, apparently, remembered that she needs me to get reimbursed (from Mom's money) for her trip expenses.  And, then there is the final revenge as I am the executor of Mom's will.  She'll get her third, but maybe not so easily or quickly?  Poor thing. 

And we're back on FedEx watch.  The package is, once again (3rd time's the charm???) listed as 'out for delivery'.  Wonder where it's going today?

My new projects haven't kicked in yet and my current projects are in a lull and that's leaving me with no work.  Not so good.  It may mean that today I pull all of the stuff out of the cabinet under the sink in the bathroom.  I need to toss most of it and organize the rest. 

For years and years I moved to a different area code about every 18 months.  I never had to clean out the under-the-bathroom-sink cabinet.  The movers always packed it up and moved it before it got junkie.  It's a great way to solve the junk problem, but it does nothing to prepare you for when you live in one place for 13 years.  Come the third week of January, it will be 14 years.  Wow.

Ok, now I'm armed with two big plastic garbage bags and I'm heading in...

Is it me or Memorex?

I tried to call my brother about an hour ago.  His cellphone gave me a fast busy and/or a 'service not available'.  His shop gave me a fast busy.  His wife's cellphone a fast busy. I figured his phones were broken.

I tried again just now and discovered that it is apparently MY phone and, apparently Sprint!  All of the toll free numbers I can find for them tell me that 'all circuits are busy and to please try later.'  I cannot call out.  I cannot receive a call.  Nice.  Fuck.

I can't find any reference to any outage anywhere.  I wonder if it's only me?  Does my sister have some kind of voodoo thing going with Sprint?

Is it me or Memorex?

I tried to call my brother about an hour ago.  His cellphone gave me a fast busy and/or a 'service not available'.  His shop gave me a fast busy.  His wife's cellphone a fast busy. I figured his phones were broken.

I tried again just now and discovered that it is apparently MY phone and, apparently Sprint!  All of the toll free numbers I can find for them tell me that 'all circuits are busy and to please try later.'  I cannot call out.  I cannot receive a call.  Nice.  Fuck.

I can't find any reference to any outage anywhere.  I wonder if it's only me?  Does my sister have some kind of voodoo thing going with Sprint?

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It is embarrassing to me to be bored.  But, I am.  I now have 5 projects at work.  I just got another one.  If you go by the paperwork alone, I am now employed to the tune of 110 hours per week PLUS a side job that is scoped out at 83 hours.  And I sit here with NOTHING to do!!!!

2 of those 5 'need to set up a kick off meeting with you.'
1 is waiting on approval of the left nav and writing content for me to fold in.
1 is waiting on docs from another group.
1 is waiting on another vendor to get his shit together so that I can take over.

And I have a very clean house, clean clothes, my finances are all caught up and my papers filed, I have an empty dishwasher and no dirty dishes, an under-the-bathroom-sink cabinet that just fucking sparkles and just now, a totally backed up harddrive on my laptop.  Oh and the Fed Ex package arrived. 

Soon I will be - in the few seconds I can spare - moaning about what a mess the house is and how I don't have time to even shower.  But, for now... I'm SO bored!

I just spent a while on the phone with the project manager at work - dishing major infested dirt about someone we just learned that we both know.  It was wild.  Small, small world. 

She's worried that she needs to hire someone now to help me out. She is sending me a resume and wants me to do a background check.  That should be fun. 

Guess I'll go catch an old Law & Order while I wait.  It will all be fine.  At least I'm bored in my own house with my own stuff and I'm not stuck in some office somewhere trying to pretend I'm busy!!

Oh and Sprint is now back. Whew.

snzzzzzzzzzz

It is embarrassing to me to be bored.  But, I am.  I now have 5 projects at work.  I just got another one.  If you go by the paperwork alone, I am now employed to the tune of 110 hours per week PLUS a side job that is scoped out at 83 hours.  And I sit here with NOTHING to do!!!!

2 of those 5 'need to set up a kick off meeting with you.'
1 is waiting on approval of the left nav and writing content for me to fold in.
1 is waiting on docs from another group.
1 is waiting on another vendor to get his shit together so that I can take over.

And I have a very clean house, clean clothes, my finances are all caught up and my papers filed, I have an empty dishwasher and no dirty dishes, an under-the-bathroom-sink cabinet that just fucking sparkles and just now, a totally backed up harddrive on my laptop.  Oh and the Fed Ex package arrived. 

Soon I will be - in the few seconds I can spare - moaning about what a mess the house is and how I don't have time to even shower.  But, for now... I'm SO bored!

I just spent a while on the phone with the project manager at work - dishing major infested dirt about someone we just learned that we both know.  It was wild.  Small, small world. 

She's worried that she needs to hire someone now to help me out. She is sending me a resume and wants me to do a background check.  That should be fun. 

Guess I'll go catch an old Law & Order while I wait.  It will all be fine.  At least I'm bored in my own house with my own stuff and I'm not stuck in some office somewhere trying to pretend I'm busy!!

Oh and Sprint is now back. Whew.