I graduated highschool for a reason, and it wasn't to go to college.
Between work, Christmas shopping, and the general insanity that is my life around about this time every year, not surprisingly I've managed a grand total of like 2.5 attempts at entries on this here blog in this here month. I finished my shopping for Christmas about a week or so before, so the only thing I had to really worry about was resisting the urge to take overtime–part of me wonders if that would have been less stressful. Aside from that, they had me doing some testing for work so I can see how much I don't qualify for a bump up in pay grade. But the topper was over christmas. There are actually people in my family who were fooled into believing my sister-in-law had changed. Her clothes, maybe, but that's about it.
Speaking of Christmas, though… people have got to stop hanging out inside my head. It's unhealthy. For everyone. My parents bought me, in no particular order, a new TV, a couple cordless phones, Garth Brooks's newest CD, a new sweater, and things I'm leaving out because i'm too lazy, don't remember, don't want to think, or some weird and wonderful combination of all of the above. It bordered on awesome. So I came back home yesterday, hooked up the new TV, watched part of the game (writeup on that one if I remember when I get home), and then stuck Short Circuit (another christmas gift) into the only thing we could get to play a DVD last night–my ever so kick ass computer system. Ironicly enough it was during that that I decided next year, I'm staying the hell in Ottawa. And it was before that that I decided, with a tiny bit of encouragement from Trish, that I don't plan to be sober come new years night. Oh darn. And All I can really say is I hope 2008 is half as eventful. I couldn't handle 2007's equal in that department. *flops over tiredly*
Stuck under Ottawa, family, musings, oops by James at 9:34 AM
This is what happens when I'm on break. Oh darn.
Your Christmas Sprit Level: 60% You have a lot of Christmas spirit, and it's evident to most people who know you.
You love most things Christmas, and you do your best to make sure everyone has a great holiday.
While you like the more commercial aspects of Christmas, you truly know what the spirit of Christmas is about.
You're all about giving, being kind, and sharing the spirit of Christmas with everyone you know.
Stuck under by James at 10:06 AM
Staying up all night is a bad idea, even if I do end up talking to a very wonderful young lady in the process. But I did, so I'll probably pay dearly for it today. Not this morning, however. I came in half bagged, and the boss bought me coffee. I'd skipped breakfast, as I frequently do, and the boss brought the team doughnuts. If he could read minds, I'd say he had me pegged pretty good. But I suppose I'll just have to settle for he's just plain awesome. Yay awesome! And now, back to this particularly dragged out spyware call I had to charge someone in order to endure. The things I do for a paycheck.
Stuck under Dell, musings by James at 9:14 AM
Bad things happen. For example, yesterday. I went to work, which ordinarily wouldn't be all that big a deal. Except I saw the exact same warning I posted about yesterday, in preliminary form, on Saturday. I guess I should have got the hint when the first three words of the warning are "near crippling snowstorm", but again, shouldn't be allowed to think before 9. So I went into work yesterday morning. And by about noon, we were talking about closing the office. So yes, I'm an idiot. But I survived. And now, I get to take down a list of names of folks I get to send emails to wondering exactly what crack they were on when they decided,, nah… it's not gonna snow up here. You wimps can go to work. Yeah, about that. I think next time I'll just preemptively book the day off. Thanks for a whole load of absolutely nothing, jackasses. You're lucky I happen to like my job.
Stuck under Dell, fubars, rantings by James at 7:36 PM
I have no idea why I think of about 3/4 of the things I do. But apparently some random part of me finds it amusing. I will seak help immediately.
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I think I'm managing to come down with my first winter cold. And a week before Christmas. Go me. At this rate I should be half dead by new years.
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I thought we were supposed to suck this year? The team I'm beginning to love to hate has started pulling themselves together. And I was just beginning to accept another season of golf…
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Conrad Black officially makes less than me. According to this storry (thank you, CTV), he'll be making 12 cents an hour in prison. See, I'd complain, but what expenses has he got there? His food and housing's paid for. Besides, he made enough money breaking the law, he can afford to lose some following it.
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If anyone ever has to know why it is I absolutely despise vista, just try and set up file/printer sharing. You will pull your hair out. I nearly wanted to… thank god today's my Friday. Oh. My. Lord. Good thing I'm not easy to piss off.
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Another spyware call. Another bloody mac user/windows newbie. Wonder how long I can drag this call out before people start pointing fingers at me. Anyone taking bets?
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And lastly, mother nature, please and thank you kindly, stop it with the freakin' white stuff. It's bad enough I get to freeze my ass off on the way to work. Again, bleh. Nature sucks.
Stuck under Dell, Ottawa, fubars, maple leafs, oops, random crap, rantings by James at 12:03 PM
And it's admitedly my own damn fault. But I still live, at least for the most part. And I'll make a more concerted effort to actually post on here. At some point. Like… maybe on my lunch hour. Maybe. Lord knows I have a lot to write about in a week–is half an hour really enough time? We shall just have to see…
Stuck under musings by James at 9:12 AM
… can you still sit here on a Saturday morning, working, and still watch Saturday morning TV. Unfortunately you have absolutely no say in what's on. This guy's 13 or 14-year-old daughter's sitting there watching Power Rangers, for instance. And all I can say is my god, I wish her father had the remote controll.
Stuck under Dell, fubars by James at 12:15 PM
Well, actually, over that now. Over that by… about a week. Which means I've almost had internet access from Ottawa for a year. I wasn't sure whether or not I'd keep my relatively little sanity when I shoved my almost life into boxes and got the hell out of Pembroke. Trish and I were actually talking about this Thursday night, and it kinda made me realize. I don't see me going back to Pembroke any time soon, for anything more than the occasional shortened visit. By shortened, I mean… maybe an evening, hopefully an hour. I'm a different person now, I think, than I was when I moved out. I've learned a lot, and actually gotten some motivation to do something. Oh, I'm still lazy as hell, and would still rather stay home and get paid than go to work, but I like my job, and since I have to do it anyway, I'm kinda glad going to work means going to this office. I overslept yesterday and it pissed me right the hell off. But eh, it happens. Tonight, there be hockey (I'm ordering pizza). I still have 4 games–no, 4 victories–to post about when I get home tonight. And then I'm ordering pizza. Possibly. And I can only say… oh, hell, yes. Okay. I'm gonna just stop here. This entry's becoming a whole lot more random than I'd intended. Note to self: do not blog while half awake, or before coffee.
Stuck under Dell, Ottawa, musings by James at 8:47 AM
Sadly, not much was missed in this neck of the woods. Lots of cold, lots more snow, a little tiny bit of damn that's cold, and… well, that's it. Well, besides my team finally stringing together a win or 3 but the obligatory entry that tosses all 3 wins into one very excited update will have to wait until I get home and feel like link searching. For the moment, I have only this to say. What in the hell was I thinking not moving to Florida?
Stuck under musings by James at 11:57 AM
A little nod to them there people I like to spy on... I mean read; give 'em a look over. It's good for you.
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