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Jun. 10th, 2003 11:15 pmI'm going to be working long hours this week. Seems someone complained about the manufacturing at Kenzer and we're supposed to stop producing minis within fifteen days. The officers are protesting, but just in case we're casting like crazy to develop a backlog of figs for orders. Not to mention all the figs we have to get done for the new game that's coming out... I've worked nearly 9 hour days today and yesterday, not counting lunch.
But it's been kind of fun in that my dad is working there too, at least for now. They were looking for someone short term to help get the product out fast, and my dad had already put an applicaiton in. *smile* It's fun working with him. He's staying there late tonight to be a player in one of the house games with the new D&D rules. I hope he has a good time and gets to know some of the people working there. Maybe they'll be inclined to keep him on after these two weeks if he makes a good impression. It's not a bad place to work as his first job in fifteen-odd years. Of course, I'm also looking forward to him being able to start teaching as he wants to. He's so close to that goal now, just some studed teaching left to do. My mom was working at Kenzer a while ago as well. I wonder how many people have worked on the same job with both of their parents.
On the downside of things, I seem to have lost my toolbox and tools, possibly permanently. I'm pretty sure I left it in Glenmarc when I was working in there disassembling stuff, and having looked through the window today I see that there is nothing left in the building. Today I got the number for the person I was working with there and left a message for him with the woman the number connected me to, but I haven't heard back. *sigh* This was somewhat distressing, as I had rather a lot of nice tools in there. I can deal pretty well with being as forgetful as I often am and have been trying to just get a little better about it and not let it bug me when I fail, but when it involves something really big, it's just incredibly frustrating for me. I don't know why I can't seem to remember these things... But such is life. If I've lost the stuff, I just have to deal with it, I suppose. I was very frustrated with myself for a good while yesterday, but now, well, I'm just getting the perspective of distance on it. It's still frustrating certainly, but *shrug* I'll deal with it.
Four weeks 'till I can see my beloved. The plan is to get together for the second weekend of the Bristol Ren Faire. What can I say? She's my heart and soul, my everything...
But it's been kind of fun in that my dad is working there too, at least for now. They were looking for someone short term to help get the product out fast, and my dad had already put an applicaiton in. *smile* It's fun working with him. He's staying there late tonight to be a player in one of the house games with the new D&D rules. I hope he has a good time and gets to know some of the people working there. Maybe they'll be inclined to keep him on after these two weeks if he makes a good impression. It's not a bad place to work as his first job in fifteen-odd years. Of course, I'm also looking forward to him being able to start teaching as he wants to. He's so close to that goal now, just some studed teaching left to do. My mom was working at Kenzer a while ago as well. I wonder how many people have worked on the same job with both of their parents.
On the downside of things, I seem to have lost my toolbox and tools, possibly permanently. I'm pretty sure I left it in Glenmarc when I was working in there disassembling stuff, and having looked through the window today I see that there is nothing left in the building. Today I got the number for the person I was working with there and left a message for him with the woman the number connected me to, but I haven't heard back. *sigh* This was somewhat distressing, as I had rather a lot of nice tools in there. I can deal pretty well with being as forgetful as I often am and have been trying to just get a little better about it and not let it bug me when I fail, but when it involves something really big, it's just incredibly frustrating for me. I don't know why I can't seem to remember these things... But such is life. If I've lost the stuff, I just have to deal with it, I suppose. I was very frustrated with myself for a good while yesterday, but now, well, I'm just getting the perspective of distance on it. It's still frustrating certainly, but *shrug* I'll deal with it.
Four weeks 'till I can see my beloved. The plan is to get together for the second weekend of the Bristol Ren Faire. What can I say? She's my heart and soul, my everything...
