Wednesday, April 24, 2013
a) There was no panky
b) Snot was running down his nose
c) No hammerin’ occurred this day
d) None of the above
I think my mind’s off in the land of d) but I’m not sure. a) and b) don’t apply, but c) might be accurate, since after handling a number of calls and clearing items off my plate quite well, thank you very much on Tuesday, Wednesday has seen less accomplishment. Maybe it’s due to being tired, an unthinking late caffeinated soda delaying that moment of snoozery conspiring with an achy jaw waking me in the midst of the dark night to rob me of a proper amount of sleep. Or an amount that suffices by my standards to avoid my feeling like a zombie.
That’s not entirely the case, though, as a coke and a smile (brought on by a George Takei facebook post) perked me right up soon enough. A larger part just might be the strategy employed by one Partha Sarathi Mukhopadhyay (25 letters, count ‘em and weep!) to prioritize the heapin’ helpin’ of support tickets received on Monday (I do healthcare help desk support, in case you’ve forgotten or are new to these parts, in which case, howdy!) (I also never use the word ‘howdy’, so please do appreciate the sacrifice I made in your honor). Basically, I took the pile, and mentally broke it down into Easy Stuff and NOT SO EASY STUFF. And I toyed with the easy stuff on Tuesday until they cried monkey’s uncle. The not so easy stuff seems to be toying with me today.
I was hoping to have the plate cleared, or near enough by the end of my week (aka Thursday), but having been voluntold that I get to handle the queue again Thursday, that won’t be the case. But I suppose that just sets up another Monday with Eazies to chase. That wouldn’t be the worst way to start a week, feeling, however artificially, like I accomplished something.
Saturday, April 20, 2013
It almost came to fruition the other night. I thought I might grab grub at one particular fast food outlet, but the parking lot was crowded, the lobby looked crowded, and I wasn’t in the mood for a crowd, so I drove on, just riding down Route 12 into the sunset (aka, west), waiting for something to catch my eye. I’d been that way before, when I drove up to Madison taking that highway all the way up, but I hadn’t paid attention to what I was passing by early in the trip, so this territory was essentially new to me. I ended up turning at a whim into a place just because I liked their sign. Turned out to be grease heaven. A pizza slice that didn’t look too wet in the box it sat in turned out to be dripping wet when heated up. The “small fries” turns out to be a large under most people’s standard. The hot dog turned out to be the healthiest selection…ummm…selected, as well as an item that later became a 7th inning snack as I listened to the Detroit Tigers play a West Coast game hours later.
Even though the place was nearly empty, the person who came in after me sat at the table next to me. Not sure why that was the case, but it did provide grist for this particular mill so I won’t complain. At one point, I realized I hadn’t grabbed any extra napkins, which really would have come in handy for the greasy grub, so I stood up and went over to the napkin stand and remedied the issue. Coming back to the table, it seemed like I inspired a similar realization in my dining notcompanion, as he stood up and strode off in the same direction. Returning, his orbit came a bit too close to my table, where the edge of his jacket, which he hadn’t taken off, brushed again the edge of my table, and caught the corner of the wax paper holding my fries. The mind is a wonderful thing, and in moments like these, it can construct fantastic scenarios, outcomes for the pseudotragedy at hand, while at the same time acting to prevent these pseudotragedies from actually occurring. I remember an icy cold rainy day from Detroit 15 years ago where the mind failed to impel the body to act to open the umbrella I carried, resulting in a city bus splashing me with the contents of the giant slush puddle I’d happened to be walking past at that moment. This time, the mind won the battle, propelling my hand to the further edge of the wax paper, grabbing on to prevent a golden cascade onto the none too pristine floor of this establishment.
Dude never even noticed what had almost transpired. He just sat down and resumed the destruction of his burger, inhaling the remnants of it in just a couple of minutes. Honestly, I haven’t a clue why he needed the napkins, since I’m pretty sure (although we all know how unreliable corner of the eyewitness reportage can be) he never used the darn things before he stood up, tossed his trash in the appropriate container, and strode out the door.
Me, I just sat there, crunching away on those good greasy fries. Saved from a date with the floor, they met their end bravely, soldiering on past my ivory gates of doom and on down the tonsillated slide to the acid bath from hell. Let’s just not speak of their fate past that point, shall we?
Thursday, April 18, 2013
Ok, I know water rolling places where it should not go is a big deal. Hurricanes ripping stuff up, big storms causing rivers to meander, all bad news. I have a friend whose parents lost their home (her childhood home) to offshoots of the Mississippi behaving rambunctiously. But I'm in Chicago right now, watching an off ramp to I-294 out my office window, and chuckling everytime a knucklehead comes flying off the highway, only to jam on the brakes as he encounters the water lapping a third of a tire deep across the exit ramp. I mean, there's a lake outside my window that used to be a parking lot yesterday, with boxes and toys from the church/school next door floating across and ducks frolicking. Am I evil for being amused, even as I remember the houses I drove past while driving to work that had the Des Plaines River knocking at their back door?
So far, it seems flights are leaving O'Hare ok, and i hope that with the rain stopping, that will remain the case tonight at 8:30. With waterlogged ground, and more rain in teh forecast this weekend, I'm kind of curious whether there might be more of this next week when I return.
(in the meantime, maybe I'll try to do something resembling real exercise this weekend. I've been horribly slacking off recently. Really really really (x 82) need to change that. Weight has stabilized (as far as I know, since I didn't grab Twitchy this week, and will have managed to go 5 days without weighing myself (without really even caring about it). Not entirely sure that's an unvarnished good thing since I have no clue whether this week's eatings are adding to the scale or not. But it's nice to not be concerned with it...as long as that doesn't lead to it being something again that I can't help but be concerned about.
Saturday, April 13, 2013
Kind of tough to catch a plane when it's due to take off at 6:45 AM and you wake up to hotel room clock telling you it's 6:40 AM. First time missing a flight, ever, as far as I can recall, and I don't qualify (yet) as a frequent flyer, so I turned on my computer to check the Delta site to see what I could do about it. The pages that were supposed to explain options didn't quite cover the "sleeping in" scenario, so I thought I'd call the help line for assistance. As I looked at my phone, wondering how I managed to sleep though its alarm, I saw the Delta app on there and selected it. First thing I saw was that my flight was delayed! But not enough for me to make it to the airport. Second thing I saw was an "apology for the inconvenience, and would you like to rebook at no cost?" offer. Well, um, I don't know, free is awfully expensive, but ok, sure. Didn't get any extra extra sleep out of it, as I had just enough time for a shower before heading out. Ended up getting to Detroit only an hour and change after the flight I was originally supposed to be on.
That also meant I was getting back home in time to get to my dentist appointment, the real reason I'd selected the 6:45 flight in the first place. Yes, I know, I'm a masochist, what with the way early flight and dentist juxtaposition. But it was ok, the dentist was just supposed to be a get some x-rays, say hi to a new dentist dude type of visit. But after that had been accomplished, the person who'd checked my gums came back in and asked if I'd like a cleaning, too, since someone else had canceled, and she had time. Sure, why not, saves me a trip back (and another co-pay). And after that was done, and the doc had checked in and checked out my x-rays, there were apparently a couple of cavities that might need doing, and would I like to get them done? Well, heck, why not, as long as I'm here.
The problem with that was that this clinic seems to have not enough people actively working on a Friday. One of the dentists (the wife of the pair) doesn't see patients on Friday, and the guy who was there was running around handling all the patients they had lined up. I don't know if others got the "you're here, might as well get this done" opportunities, but by the time I got my cavities filled, and got out of there with the lower half of my face still numb, I'd been at the dentist 3 hours. And realized, after 3 weeks of carrying around my new driver's license, that the state had spelled my name wrong. No big deal, probably, if I was someone who actually was in the state on a business day more than one day a week, a day when I spent most of the afternoon in the dentist's chair.
Ended up going to the library thereafter, and I got a biography of Joe Paterno. It's not necessarily to read about Paterno himself, or because I was curious as to how Paterno's looking the other way while his assistant coach molested numerous kids under his nose. No, I actually grabbed the bok because of who it was written by, an amazing sportswriter named Joe Posnanski. It's kind of like going to a movie not because of its contents, per se, but because of who the director is. For an example, check out this piece on the two coaches whose teams battled for the basketball championship last monday. You don't have to care for college basketball, or even be much of a sports fan to enjoy Posnanski's style. It's kind of like how Mitch Albom used to be back in the day, before the accolades swelled his ego to ludicrous heights.
Anyway, the rest of Friday went rather boringly. After feeling tired at 8 PM-ish, I'm still awake at 3 AM, learning that I need to track down another piece of paper or two before I submit my state taxes. I really should have got them done earlier, what with being due a decent refund (if my math is right, I'll get paid more in wages and expense reimbursements and tax refunds this month than I received all of last year. More a function of only working two months in 2012, but still, it's a bit nutty). I would have e-filed weeks ago when I did my federal taxes except I moved out of Wisconsin in December rather than in January, and as such I wasn't a full year resident of that state, and thus not able to e-file. Two weeks turned into this extra annoyance...harrumph.
But I tire of being awake, and so I shall sleep. After I go and rescue the laundry I just realized I'd forgotten about. Oops.
Tuesday, April 09, 2013
Beats alcohol as a solvent for the sorrows, anyway. Went to a Michigan bar called Duffy's down in Chicago to watch the national championship game with fellow Wolverines fans, and had most of a good time. It was a good game, and the boys in Maize and Blue put forth a performance, and a whole season to be proud of. The first half performance of Spike Albrecht had the whole bar going crazy, as a kid who hadn't ever scored more than 7 points in a game lit up the scoreboard for 17 in the first half. Even in the second half, as Louisville inexorably inched ahead, it was a great atmosphere. I've been to Duffy's before, on a non game day. I'll definitely visit that place again for a game some time.
The drowning of sorrows refers to the Taco Bell I grabbed during the 45 minutes drive back to the hotel. Took that long because I never did quite figure out where the interstate was, what with a dead phone battery robbing me of gps.
I ended up walking a decent bit to get to the bar (and back to my car thereafter), as I parked in the guest parking lot of a hospital run by the group I work for. I still figured on having to pay, but there was no one on duty when I got back after the game, and the gate went up when I neared it, so, uh, at least that was something good out of the evening. Oh, and I also won both of the brackets I entered this year, but given the instrument of that victory (I picked Louisville to beat Michigan prior to the tourney), I really wish I'd lost the bragging rights. Yeah, not even a piddling bit of cash to lessen the blow.
Oh well...sicks to be so close and not get the prize. It was 20 years ago the last time Michigan played for the title...here's hoping it isn't another 20 years before they have another shot at the ring.
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