Category: daily tedium

Fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

I have the next several days off. I’m not coming in to work next week, and most of the next one. We’re going to paint the basement, and hopefully put together my new computer (if the case ever shows up).

Work is a ghost town today. There are two of us on my row. My Buddy List is looking a little lean. Yes, it’s Holiday Time, and no one wants to work.

Feast or Famine

I’ve spent the last two months being incredibly busy at work. I got about a dozen project dumped on me all at once. I’ve finished all of them that need finishing. One’s in QA now, which means I get to sit around waiting for bug reports, do something when I get them, redeliver, rinse, repeat.

What does that mean? It means I don’t have a lot to do at this very moment. As you can see, I spent about 20 minutes redesigning the site. I think the rest of the day will be used either surfing or shopping. I can’t decide.

The Party

It wasn’t as good as last year. I got us totally lost getting there. I hate driving in DC. I think the streets were laid out by dropping a bunch of tinkertoys on a map and calling it a day. To go about 80 miles roundtrip, we went 125. We went across the Key Bridge four times going, and thankfully only once on the way home (I swallowed my pride and bought a map on our second trip through McLean).

Ok, other than getting absolutely lost, the party was a little flat compared to last year. All the bands were lame cover bands with a slight twist. There were slight cover bands in techno, swing, blues and funk. They all covered the same songs. I think they were actually the same bands with one different instrument. Weird.

The rooms were themed with colors instead of actual themes. Last year, they did TV Shows, which rocked. The themes were actually themes, and each room had different things to do in it.

I’m praying that next year, they move the party back out to the suburbs to a larger location like last year.

Have you ever left something

Have you ever left something undone so long that now the the thought of doing whatever it was that was left undone is now twice as unpleasant as it was before? That’s how I feel about my “vacation beard”. I was going to let it grow for a week, just to see what happened. That week grew into two, which is now up to three. It’s thick enough that I know hardware other than a bic shaver will have to be involved. It will be electric, silver and noisy. I will likely try to do it in the morning, half awake. I will most likely leave a large patch of shubbery on my face and not notice it until I get to work. You now know the source of my fear. Pray for me.