Sporks and flowers, anyone?
Meanwhile, I am on the grand quest of "Covering for Secretary, plus doing my work, is still not enough to fill a whole day." And the battery on my laptop has already given up the ghost, so I'm stuck with her terminal. Should be interesting. and stuff.
And at this point, I've entered a place of neither sight, nor sound. A place where Weird Al controls the horizontal, and Big Bird controls the diagonal. I've entered: The Babble Incoherently Zone. (The BIZ)
So, yah. I'm sleepy, but not tired. I'm listening to classical while trying to find things to make me look busy. So far, I'm succeeding. But if I were to fail, it will be a sad, sad day in Tallmadge. Because then I might actually have to do WORK!
Oh, and dating a Cable Call Room /Dispatch Operator has changed me a bit. We were without RoadRunner for 30 minutes before I called to report the outage. I troubleshot everything in the building before even considering looking up the phone number. And as soon as the person on the other end of the line acknowleged that they were already working on it, I apologized for wasting his time and bid good-day. Before I would've demanded an ETA or explination.
And just for good measure. Blah. Blah blah blah. Blah blah bladdity blah. Kupo... ... 'po!