A Black Feather, A poison pen... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I lay traps for troubadors Back in the office this morning. the workload is a mixed bag. i've gone around to the other unit bosses and asked if they have stuff for me to do and right now each of the suport staff members are slammed but each is on a single large project that only gets screwier if you add in an extra hand, so right now i'm feeling a little redundant. I've got a couple of small tasks to re-work here, but they are ultra-low priority stuff. And it's funny to know that in about two weeks when the first phase of the new system goes live, i am going to be one ultra-busy monkey right now, though, the sense of boredom and frustration has got me in a mood to take the shuttle downtown and look for random assholes to toss into traffic either that or to see if i can't semi-intentionallly get near-hit by another careless driver downtown just so i can say a hundred evil scary things to one of the myriad careless bastards in the vicinity Jesus, what kind of devil am i without any details to be into? what a dramatically useless day 11:09 a.m. - 2003-03-12 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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