Cue: Swirly bullshit...
I had a planned week of my usual shift combined with commissioning of switchgear, my project so my commissioning. As such, the week+ went long, long days, making arrangements, coordinating vendors, taking my own notes, deciding on parameters, keeping bosses in the loop and happy. This was being done successfully, until the usual blips:
- A position I applied for, that I was qualified for, and although I was nervous about taking a bite that big on my way up the ladder, that I wanted, had face to face interviews. I, on the other hand, had not even had the polite phone HR interview informing me that I lacked even the qualifications of a Denny's dishwasher, and that I should consider a career in organ donation. I then managed, quite neatly, to run into and get introduced to the interviewer, while he was taking a tour. I can do math. I pasted a smile upon my shocked, yet devastatingly good-looking visage, and salvaged meeting this fellow, but this was not an interview. I lacked my usual good humour for the remainder of the day, got home, and spilled bile upon the intertubeez. The sociopath referred to? Got an interview, and whilst I prefer he go away by any means legitimate, I haz a bit o' pride, as well.
- I found I needed unexpected matls for commissioning, in a hurry, and managed quite neatly to order twice as much as I needed of a much higher quality than I needed, and then had to inform my bosses, who are very good guys, but sonuvadammit.
Honestly, it was a successful, but exhausting, week. And on the last day, I found out the sociopath pooched the interview. Doesn't help me, but I gotta say the schaden was very freude - even though I'd still in the end be pleased if young Manson left my division via promotion or incarceration. Pbbffllttt!
Had a weekend recovery, including barbequeing with friends - Sweetie insisted I do nothing useful or with purpose for the weekend, and as is far too common, she was right. We saw, on the cheap (On Demand), A Haunted House, another Wayans Brothers epic. I gotta say, if little enough money is spent, and you're in the right frame of mind, it's funny. My recommendation and caveats.
After a reasonable work day Monday, today I got roped into another commissioning, not my project, which from my end entailed 12 hours of watching our building management automation and replying to an endless round of "do you see the pressures? Temps? Run on and off indicators? How about now? Are you sure you're online? Are you sure I'm online?" But done!
So, right now I am being nice to my cats and trying to catch up with news and people. B^4 threw a fastball at me that I couldn't help but be weird at. ZRM had a bloody great weekend, I is envioso!
News of the world:
Tim Tebow got a workout at Spring Camp for the Lingerie League - the general consensus was that his footwork was troubling.
G(enocidal) W(arcriminal) Bush* opened his library. In a fit of reminiscence, they attempted to move protesters to a free speech zone in the Meditteranean Sea, they gave a bag of money to Hamid Karzai, and Dick Cheney shot someone in the head. *There must be differentiation between President Footie-Pajamas, Patrician Doofus Murderer Bush, Silverado Savings and Loan Bush, and Never Gonna Be President Until Granny Wrinkles Says He Can Bush.
Louie Gohmert (R. - Cuckoo's Nest) presented proof on Glenn Beck's show that President Obama bombed Pearl Harbor, failed to say the phrase 'Klaatu Barada Nictu' correctly while retrieving the Necronomicon Ex Mortis, and shot the sherriff, although he cannot prove the President shot the deputy. Yet.
The White House Correspondent's Dinner - Sarah Palin honored the restraining order and merely twitter-twatted at it, while Wolf Blitzer picked up a few more restraining orders for his collection, nothing to rate with his classic Lindsey Lohan episode, but the Justin Bieber is rare, and he had yet to add the de reguerre Order of The Blonde Republican Sex Kitten with Crossed Granite Countertops. Top notch, Pimp-Hand!
Posting will resume more or less normally until the next crisis, and beatings shall continue until morale improves. Ta, campers!
This has nothing to do with anything - it just makes me happy now...