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May. 2nd, 2006 07:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stormdogIf I didn't have dinner scheduled with my family tonight, I'd go bang on some metal out in the garage for a while. Not only has it been way too long since I've done that, but it's been the kind of day that gives rise to that line of thinking.
I was really nervous when I first came in and found out that the first person on my schedule for a computer upgrade (one of my quarterly projects is to complete all thirty Q1 computer upgrades that didn't get done in Q1, plus thirty Q2 upgrades) was a no-show yesterday, but I did get the one in for today, and I've confirmed that tomorrow's computer is showing up, so that makes me feel better. I've managed to pin down the majority of people to a specific date and, if we don't have more people like Monday's ("Oh, I'll ship it to you later this week." Sure, and I'll do your data transfer when I get around to it too.), things should proceed fairly well. Starting next week, we'll be processing two upgrades per day, as![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
serinthia will be assisting. I'm glad I managed to find work for her. I just wish we had enough need to get Todd in there too.
Speaking of those two, the better part of yesterday, after two hours spent at the DMV (I should have known better than to try to deal with bureaucracy on Mayday, but since the truck title that I've been waiting over a month for finally showed up on Friday, I had little choice), was spent helping them move into their new apartment. It seems like a nice little place. As I told them, it's definitely bigger than the apartment thatwooisme and I had in Michigan. I have to admit though that the two features that most stand out to me were the interesting electrical system and the giant Gigerian octopi that were almost successful at passing for furnaces in the basement.
In all, we had the two newly-imported Wisconsinites, Serin's mom,steviemaxwell, and myself lending our efforts toward hauling stuff up the stairs. I do believe that the objects in question traveled just as much vertical distance as horizontal, but since that means that the walk from the truck to the stairway entrance, and then down the second floor hallway to the apartment, were both happily short.
During the periodic bits of downtime in the course of the afternoon, and at the nummy dinner that Serin's mom treated us to after we had reached the point where trying to move one more box would have elicited spells of vertigo, I also got to chat with everyone. I do believe that we're all going to get along pretty well; I really am looking forward to seeing more of everyone. I wish I could have stayed a bit later after dinner and hung out, but I realized that I really needed to get home and to bed as morning would be coming far too soon.
It had been a long time since I'd exerted myself quite that much. I couldn't believe how sore my arms were as I lay down that night. A capsule of Aleve and a wrist brace (not to mention the comforting embrace of my sweetie) had me feeling much better by morning though.
Tonight, after the aforementioned weekly dinner, I have to clean up the computer room a bit more. Andrea is a bit put out by the clutter she has to walk through to her desk: a feeling that is completely understandable. Too much hardware, not enough time. Plus there's a kitty box that badly needs cleaning. Yes, perhaps I should be doing either of those things instead of writing in Livejournal, but since I am currently hurtling at 70 miles per hour down I-94, my options are a little limited. Regardless of where I am, it's nice just to be out of work.
Oh, I almost forgot; on the way to Evil Bob's house this morning, my truck's odometer came to 364999. This afternoon, on the way home (I'm now writing this on my parents' kitchen table), it turned over to 365000. I think having 1000 miles on my truck for every day of the year is somehow momentous. When I get to 400000 though, then I'll have to really celebrate!
Well, I suppose that's all I have to say at the present. 'Till next time!
--Storm
I was really nervous when I first came in and found out that the first person on my schedule for a computer upgrade (one of my quarterly projects is to complete all thirty Q1 computer upgrades that didn't get done in Q1, plus thirty Q2 upgrades) was a no-show yesterday, but I did get the one in for today, and I've confirmed that tomorrow's computer is showing up, so that makes me feel better. I've managed to pin down the majority of people to a specific date and, if we don't have more people like Monday's ("Oh, I'll ship it to you later this week." Sure, and I'll do your data transfer when I get around to it too.), things should proceed fairly well. Starting next week, we'll be processing two upgrades per day, as
serinthia will be assisting. I'm glad I managed to find work for her. I just wish we had enough need to get Todd in there too.Speaking of those two, the better part of yesterday, after two hours spent at the DMV (I should have known better than to try to deal with bureaucracy on Mayday, but since the truck title that I've been waiting over a month for finally showed up on Friday, I had little choice), was spent helping them move into their new apartment. It seems like a nice little place. As I told them, it's definitely bigger than the apartment that
wooisme and I had in Michigan. I have to admit though that the two features that most stand out to me were the interesting electrical system and the giant Gigerian octopi that were almost successful at passing for furnaces in the basement. In all, we had the two newly-imported Wisconsinites, Serin's mom,
steviemaxwell, and myself lending our efforts toward hauling stuff up the stairs. I do believe that the objects in question traveled just as much vertical distance as horizontal, but since that means that the walk from the truck to the stairway entrance, and then down the second floor hallway to the apartment, were both happily short.During the periodic bits of downtime in the course of the afternoon, and at the nummy dinner that Serin's mom treated us to after we had reached the point where trying to move one more box would have elicited spells of vertigo, I also got to chat with everyone. I do believe that we're all going to get along pretty well; I really am looking forward to seeing more of everyone. I wish I could have stayed a bit later after dinner and hung out, but I realized that I really needed to get home and to bed as morning would be coming far too soon.
It had been a long time since I'd exerted myself quite that much. I couldn't believe how sore my arms were as I lay down that night. A capsule of Aleve and a wrist brace (not to mention the comforting embrace of my sweetie) had me feeling much better by morning though.
Tonight, after the aforementioned weekly dinner, I have to clean up the computer room a bit more. Andrea is a bit put out by the clutter she has to walk through to her desk: a feeling that is completely understandable. Too much hardware, not enough time. Plus there's a kitty box that badly needs cleaning. Yes, perhaps I should be doing either of those things instead of writing in Livejournal, but since I am currently hurtling at 70 miles per hour down I-94, my options are a little limited. Regardless of where I am, it's nice just to be out of work.
Oh, I almost forgot; on the way to Evil Bob's house this morning, my truck's odometer came to 364999. This afternoon, on the way home (I'm now writing this on my parents' kitchen table), it turned over to 365000. I think having 1000 miles on my truck for every day of the year is somehow momentous. When I get to 400000 though, then I'll have to really celebrate!
Well, I suppose that's all I have to say at the present. 'Till next time!
--Storm
