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Jan. 7th, 2006 10:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stormdogAack! It's so cold in here! One of the advantages of living where we did in Michigan was that we didn't have to pay for the heat. Here, after getting our first couple heating bills for this big old drafty house, We've been quite rudely reminded that we do not have a similar arrangement with our landlord.
We've been keeping the house at sixty degrees. It's mostly dealable, though it makes getting out of bed in the morning after being comfortably snuggled under two thick, furry blankets suck eggs. It's been worse this weekend though. Though I thought I had simply had an allergy attack last night, I woke up this morning feeling twice as bad and I'm quite sure that both Andrea and myself have well and truly come down with something. It doesn't seem to be the flu, but judging by how I've been freezing my butt off for the last two days, I think I probably have at least a mild fever. Maybe I should use the nifty actual glass thermometer we found going through boxes yesterday and see....
Speaking of being cold, or more to the point, not being cold, I may be forced to go down to Orlando for my company meeting next weekend. "Oh, the horror, Storm! Forced to travel to Florida in the middle of January? My heart bleeds for you." Yes, well, It's not a pleasure trip exactly.
Once yearly, my company pays for every single full-time employee to fly to somewhere for a company meeting. In the past, it's been at New Orleans and Las Vegas. This year, it's Disneyworld. In fact, we're staying in the park. This might seem pretty neat on the surface, but I won't have time to enjoy it. Since we're going to be upgrading the entire sales teams laptops (about thirty-five of them) at the meeting, I'd probably be spending the vast majority of my time sitting in a hotel room with the rest of the network support team doing file transfers and setting up Outlook profiles. With an average of an hour a pop, plus however long it takes to fix the PST files that sales people are wont to let explode to hideously unwieldy sizes which we then have to break down and fix, this is going to be serious undertaking.
There's also the fact that we've been waiting on the new sales demo software to be ready since October and it looks like they're finally going to finish it this week(!), we're going to have to spend time imaging hard drives with that as well. (Our sales team demos software on laptops for which they have one hard drive that contains all their everyday stuff and another, removable, hard drive that consists of our software demos.) Forty-something drives at half an hour a piece. To put it succinctly, we'll be busy. This is also the reason they're talking about me coming along. I didn't have to at first, but with all the delays, they're worried about not having enough manpower to get the job done.
The other reason I don't want to go? Just what am I going to do? I certainly don't have enough money to go wander around Disneyworld even if I have the time to do so. Most likely I'd end up hiding in the hotel somewhere so I don't make an ass of myself by failing to recognize the CEO three times in the same hour. Ah; the fun of neurological quirks! In fact, I've even been thinking about, if I do end up going, finding a good time to explain that particular issue to the rest of my team and my manager. I'm fortunate enough to have a job that relies very little on recognizing people by face, but I'm worried that that particular disability may become fairly obvious under these circumstances.
Well, I'll find out on Monday, I think. Until then, I won't worry about it. I'll deal with it either way; I just hope I get to spend a long weekend home with my mate instead of in Florida trying to make a bunch of sales people who all look the same happy.
In other news, I am eating like a slob this weekend since, when I'm sick, my criteria for good food consists solely of "What's going to make my throat and/or rest of my body feel better?" Andrea got up early today and, since she wasn't feeling as badly as I was, was incredibly sweet and left the house to pick up clam chowder and soda for me. (Soda has always soothed my throat when it's sore.) As I write this, having just finished spending a warm and pleasant hour or so with my under the aforementioned furry blankets, she is out again to the store to pick up pizza and cheese sticks, the dinner of champions!
I'm supposed to be organizing the living room a bit, and so I shall; I just thought I'd take a few minutes and inform my vast reading audience of what's going on in the life of the Storm-doggy. If you don't see me this weekend![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
emrldgirrl, you'll know why. Take good care of my mate for me.
--Storm
We've been keeping the house at sixty degrees. It's mostly dealable, though it makes getting out of bed in the morning after being comfortably snuggled under two thick, furry blankets suck eggs. It's been worse this weekend though. Though I thought I had simply had an allergy attack last night, I woke up this morning feeling twice as bad and I'm quite sure that both Andrea and myself have well and truly come down with something. It doesn't seem to be the flu, but judging by how I've been freezing my butt off for the last two days, I think I probably have at least a mild fever. Maybe I should use the nifty actual glass thermometer we found going through boxes yesterday and see....
Speaking of being cold, or more to the point, not being cold, I may be forced to go down to Orlando for my company meeting next weekend. "Oh, the horror, Storm! Forced to travel to Florida in the middle of January? My heart bleeds for you." Yes, well, It's not a pleasure trip exactly.
Once yearly, my company pays for every single full-time employee to fly to somewhere for a company meeting. In the past, it's been at New Orleans and Las Vegas. This year, it's Disneyworld. In fact, we're staying in the park. This might seem pretty neat on the surface, but I won't have time to enjoy it. Since we're going to be upgrading the entire sales teams laptops (about thirty-five of them) at the meeting, I'd probably be spending the vast majority of my time sitting in a hotel room with the rest of the network support team doing file transfers and setting up Outlook profiles. With an average of an hour a pop, plus however long it takes to fix the PST files that sales people are wont to let explode to hideously unwieldy sizes which we then have to break down and fix, this is going to be serious undertaking.
There's also the fact that we've been waiting on the new sales demo software to be ready since October and it looks like they're finally going to finish it this week(!), we're going to have to spend time imaging hard drives with that as well. (Our sales team demos software on laptops for which they have one hard drive that contains all their everyday stuff and another, removable, hard drive that consists of our software demos.) Forty-something drives at half an hour a piece. To put it succinctly, we'll be busy. This is also the reason they're talking about me coming along. I didn't have to at first, but with all the delays, they're worried about not having enough manpower to get the job done.
The other reason I don't want to go? Just what am I going to do? I certainly don't have enough money to go wander around Disneyworld even if I have the time to do so. Most likely I'd end up hiding in the hotel somewhere so I don't make an ass of myself by failing to recognize the CEO three times in the same hour. Ah; the fun of neurological quirks! In fact, I've even been thinking about, if I do end up going, finding a good time to explain that particular issue to the rest of my team and my manager. I'm fortunate enough to have a job that relies very little on recognizing people by face, but I'm worried that that particular disability may become fairly obvious under these circumstances.
Well, I'll find out on Monday, I think. Until then, I won't worry about it. I'll deal with it either way; I just hope I get to spend a long weekend home with my mate instead of in Florida trying to make a bunch of sales people who all look the same happy.
In other news, I am eating like a slob this weekend since, when I'm sick, my criteria for good food consists solely of "What's going to make my throat and/or rest of my body feel better?" Andrea got up early today and, since she wasn't feeling as badly as I was, was incredibly sweet and left the house to pick up clam chowder and soda for me. (Soda has always soothed my throat when it's sore.) As I write this, having just finished spending a warm and pleasant hour or so with my under the aforementioned furry blankets, she is out again to the store to pick up pizza and cheese sticks, the dinner of champions!
I'm supposed to be organizing the living room a bit, and so I shall; I just thought I'd take a few minutes and inform my vast reading audience of what's going on in the life of the Storm-doggy. If you don't see me this weekend
emrldgirrl, you'll know why. Take good care of my mate for me.--Storm
