Really, the worst part about going out and having a good time is coming home reeking of smoke. It wasn’t even that smoky in the bar.
The other worst part is coming home to an empty house, since Mr. Angst is off to see a baseball game this weekend. I did happy-hour-plus with folk from work, and had a terrific time. There are people I work with that I am just getting to know but, oh, yeah, I’m leaving next week.
It always happens that way.
Everybody cheer with me: Mr. Angst is done with work! Congratulations!
And I hope this is the last crappy contract job he ever has to have. (Emphasis on the crappy, not the contract part; contract work could conceivably be worthwhile.)
I’m only a week behind him! Squee!
So, um, we went for a going-away lunch today, to celebrate the completion and launch of three projects and to bid farewell to our director and to myself.
And when we got back, our server was down. It is still down. We cannot launch the projects until the server is working. Our tech people’s nerves are frayed. The other group in our department was also preparing to launch stuff; they can’t do anything, either. We’re all sitting around twidding our thumbs because there’s not much else we can do.
I’ve done everything I can think of to kill some time. I took all my personal effects to my car. (Remember, I’m switching offices for next week.) I took a walk around the building. I stopped and chatted with one of the girls in the other department about the server problem. I looked up some stuff on our HR site and changed the address on my W-2 so it gets sent to the right address come January. I fiddled with the numbers to try and figure out how much my last paycheck will be.
And now I am stumped. Staring at my monitor like a zombie. It’s quiet around here, so I think other people have either left or are taking their own extended breaks or are pow-wowing about what happens next. Just sitting and waiting, waiting and sitting.
Seems like a metaphor for my life right now, actually.
Fitzy and Milby are at it again!
1. What five things should you never buy used?
Towels (except beach towels that will only be used on the beach)
Sheets (for use on a bed, not as ghost costumes)
As a general rule, shoes and beds, though I can definitely see exceptions
And finally, underwear
2. Sony BMG just ended a payola investigation by settling with New York Attorney General Elliot Spitzer. So let’s engage in some reverse payola: What song or artist would you pay to never have to hear again, and how much would it be worth to you?
That Rico Suave guy, or maybe the Achy Breaky Heart guy. Either of them.
3. In honor of the new
No. I did participate in gymnastics, but my congenital lack of flexibility hampered me from doing well, so I stopped. I did a lot of dancy-type things, which I think are plenty athletic, but they don’t really count as organized youth sports. (I think I did play on my elementary school’s soccer team and volleyball team, but that was almost an extension of PE since we didn’t really have extra practices outside of school.)
4. What was your biggest fashion faux pas?
Crunchy bangs.
5. In honor of all our readers who took the Bar Exam this week: What was the hardest test you ever took?
Hell, I don’t know. In college, I had to take two comprehensive exams (one for each major, dontcha know) and those were pretty brutal, but they weren’t HARD, in the sense that there were questions I couldn’t answer, so much as they were long and exhausting. (I think we had something like six, maybe eight hours to complete them. I moved all over campus for the first one, trying to find a place where I could concentrate. I eventually locked myself into a study room in the library and worked for four hours straight there.)
