still screwed - and a screw-up

well, there's me at 4am on a thursday morning, polishing my boots before going to bed. waking up at 7.20am, half-dead, and getting myself off to inspection. an aweful inspection, we had to suffer a speech (made by a really annoying woman), and it was all very pointless.

did the coffee thing (actually, in my case it's become the sachlav thing). comic moment - while talking, some girl came up to us, scratching herself in a most ugly manner. she apologized loudly, explaining that she's terribly itchy, tossed a bright blue blanket on me, and went off to buy herself coffee.

i just sat there, staring blankly. what the hell was there to do?

we then mooched back to our offices. played a bit of gta, but we were interrupted by our section commander (SC - i'm finally sick of typing that)being an idiot - we all got assigned totally arbitrary and meaningless tasks. mine involved other SCs, who didn't trust that what i was doing was officially sanctioned, and i just forwarded their reply emails to my SC, and went to bed.

i was totally dead, couldn't even get myself up to go eat lunch. i was woken with a banana in my mouth and everyone laughing hysterically - that's the last time the asshole responsible comes into our office. and i'm not particularly impressed with my team for allowing that to happen - they KNEW how fucked up i was.

our SC woke me up for a personal interview... during that he realized how unhealthy i was, and instead of just sending me home, actually gave me a ride.

since i've been home, all i've done is sleep, and watch movies (demolition man and gleaming the cube). i still feel like shit, but slightly less green and sticky.

and i *just* received a call from the mongoose, to whine that the website that he and spot have been working on has a huge problem: they don't have backups, somebody erased a critical file, and spot told him that *i* can somehow help... when i have fuck-all to do with the site. and spot actually gets upset when i tell him he's unprofessional.