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*groans*
It's gonna be one of those weeks, isn't it?
Sunday morning I woke up, reached for my glasses and had to bite the pillow to keep from screaming in agony. I have no freaking idea what happened. I haven't fallen down. No one hit me with anything. I didn't even carry anything heavy. But sometime between me going to bed on Saturday and waking up on Sunday, something happened to my right shoulder. Strong painkillers and an aromatherapy heat pad are helping, but I can't move my shoulder. The lower half of my arm is fine, which is how come I can type (and how come I couldn't skip a day of work). I don't know if it's getting better or if that's just the codeine.
This afternoon we had a meeting with the divisional director, which I had organised (as in booked the room, set the agenda and told everyone when to show up). We get to the room - and the lights aren't working. I should explain. 95% of the lights in our office building are on sensors - they come on automatically when someone enters the room and click off when they think there's no one there. (Which means if you're working early or late, you have to wave or stand up every five minutes or so...but that's another story). The small number of lights that aren't on sensors are all - so far as I know - in rooms with no windows, where the couple of seconds it takes the system to notice you're in the room would be dangerous. So this meeting room should have had auto-lights. But we walked into the room and we were still in semi-darkness. So we looked for a light switch. None of us could find one. So we had our meeting in the dark. No big, and no one blamed me, but still...I had to pick the one room in the building with no lights!
And when I went to post all my Christmas cards...I got a real twit at the post office counter. He made me weigh each of my cards individually, even though I assured him they're all the same. Which, okay, maybe that's procedure. But I had seven cards all going to various states in the USA and he looked up the postal rate for each one. As if it might be different! Grr. Consequently what should have taken five minutes at most took long enough for me to miss my bus home and...
Sigh. And it's only Monday.
I am home now. I am going to watch Dexter, and if my shoulder holds out, post the next chapter of my SPN fic.
How was your day?
Sunday morning I woke up, reached for my glasses and had to bite the pillow to keep from screaming in agony. I have no freaking idea what happened. I haven't fallen down. No one hit me with anything. I didn't even carry anything heavy. But sometime between me going to bed on Saturday and waking up on Sunday, something happened to my right shoulder. Strong painkillers and an aromatherapy heat pad are helping, but I can't move my shoulder. The lower half of my arm is fine, which is how come I can type (and how come I couldn't skip a day of work). I don't know if it's getting better or if that's just the codeine.
This afternoon we had a meeting with the divisional director, which I had organised (as in booked the room, set the agenda and told everyone when to show up). We get to the room - and the lights aren't working. I should explain. 95% of the lights in our office building are on sensors - they come on automatically when someone enters the room and click off when they think there's no one there. (Which means if you're working early or late, you have to wave or stand up every five minutes or so...but that's another story). The small number of lights that aren't on sensors are all - so far as I know - in rooms with no windows, where the couple of seconds it takes the system to notice you're in the room would be dangerous. So this meeting room should have had auto-lights. But we walked into the room and we were still in semi-darkness. So we looked for a light switch. None of us could find one. So we had our meeting in the dark. No big, and no one blamed me, but still...I had to pick the one room in the building with no lights!
And when I went to post all my Christmas cards...I got a real twit at the post office counter. He made me weigh each of my cards individually, even though I assured him they're all the same. Which, okay, maybe that's procedure. But I had seven cards all going to various states in the USA and he looked up the postal rate for each one. As if it might be different! Grr. Consequently what should have taken five minutes at most took long enough for me to miss my bus home and...
Sigh. And it's only Monday.
I am home now. I am going to watch Dexter, and if my shoulder holds out, post the next chapter of my SPN fic.
How was your day?
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My day - I'm watching 'the Russians are coming' hysteria with some amusement, although I won't deny that I've got misgivings about it myself. Us'll see.
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I don't even know what that is. I'm on the stuff Mum gets prescribed for her arthritis. The only problem with it is I can't have a drink...and I'd really love a mulled wine right now!
My day - I'm watching 'the Russians are coming' hysteria with some amusement, although I won't deny that I've got misgivings about it myself.
You should have. The key issue is whether LJ will continue to be bound by US laws. At the moment they are, because the servers are in California. But regardless of whether SUP has a US subsidiary, if they move the LJ servers, then US law can't touch them on any practical level. And Russia's privacy laws are a joke.
I'd already decided to delete my journal, but if I hadn't, I would now. It's not hysteria IMO.
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Re SUP, I can certainly see problems, but I've been reading the commments in News, and the combinations of inanity and stupidity are definitely of the 'laugh your arse off because otherwise you'd cry your eyes out' variety. All those poor Americans realising they're off-shore - which is kind of amusing to me as someone who's always been 'off-shore' on the internet. But yes, privacy issues are certainly worrying, given the Russian business environment.
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Ouch. That's what cages are for.
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Oc course there's a point where chasing him seems a better plan than listening to him shriek from the playpen and give you a headache...*sigh*
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My day? Computer virus at work, and then a fox mocked me when I got home. Life eh? *hg*