TGIM. Not that I don’t like my weekends–I love my weekends–but this one wasn’t very relaxing. I felt like I was in the military. Hurry up and wait. All. Weekend. Long. This week is going to be crap, too as I try to squish two weeks of work into four days as I wait again on a hard copy of a manuscript sitting on someones desk because it didn’t get out of the mail room before the holiday. All my efforts to maintain some sort of a reasonable work schedule amounts to a pile of pixy puffs. Whatever. 525 pages in 4 days. That’s 107 a day. Sure. No problem. I don’t need to sleep.
And that new computer I was supposed to get? Oh, it came in, and kept trying to reboot itself. Never got the thing to fully load. It’s back in the box. I don’t have time to play with a computer to try to get it to work. I think the people who make them are suffering the delusion that computers are toys for the small business, not tools. This ain’t no hobby, and I don’t have time to play diagnostician. Send me one that works, or I’ll just keep sending them back to you.
Wow, listen to me whine. Don’t I do it well? –Kim