no support on a saturday

i spent a couple of desperate hours on base last night. after moving my pc back, i discovered that the problem lies within, and it's screwed. so the evening was a waste... there's no support for the poor bastards working the weekend.

so i went home, finished reading men at arms: around 2am. what a great book! what a stupid thing to do, finishing it instead of sleeping!

i had my first cup of coffee on base this morning. our team's in deep shit today, tomorrow, and for the next week at least. i left with more of a headache then i had when i woke up: i can't decide if i'm allergic to the hamster, the cat, or the apartment itself.

maybe just my life in general.

i wasted bus fare getting to the department of internal affairs: they're closed this week. makes sense, because it's the only week during which i'll have a chance to get there. wonderful.

i got to work, finally finished the coding i was doing last week, and then rediscovered that, whoops, it's sunday, can't test.

i went to the bank to sort out the oh-lord-too-much-cash that i need for this evening - we're signing the contract tonight. i friggin' HATE bank tellers. i hate them because they tell me things that i don't actually need to know.

if i need lots of cash in a hurry, will it make any difference if they tell me that it'll cost me a tiny amount to withdraw?

no.

if i need that cash in a hurry, will it help me to know exactly how they handle the authorization process?

no.

because of that second one, i misunderstood the !@#%, and thought that he was explaining to me why i wasn't going to be able to get my money out.

at least i finally got that sorted out, but it took a rather awkward discussion with the manager before things started moving.

i came back, and have just finished a long talk with the manager - the boss is away, and he's on the warpath. gotta do some work!

-- afterthought:

spot and i were walking into the elevator, when a thought struck me. he gave me a quizzical look when i began muttering to myself: "don't say it. don't say it..."

and then it just came out:

"what more could possibly go wrong today?"

i reckon if i'd already thought it, it wouldn't make it any worse :P