you do know, this means *BZZRT*

of course i missed the shuttle this morning. of course, this was one of the most disgusting days since that week of hell a month or two ago. and of course, my headache hasn't subsided yet.

just before getting off the bus, a soldier passing me pointed out something on the floor - some girl had left her army id behind. bugger my sense of duty, and my lack of desire to get some stranger court-martialled over such crap. so instead of turning it into the authorities, i tracked her down myself, and she was both delighted and mortified to get my call.

i was totalled when i walked into the hour long instruction, and our SC kept getting on my case and repeatedly reminded me of things that we'd already agreed on, and i had to keep raising my head from my [sadly] empty cup of coffee to respond.

this morning was a solid collection of stressful disorganization. i had lunch that disagreed with me horribly, and on top of that had to deal with the more physical exertions of the miserable organization operation. my afternoon was off to a sucky start.

luckily my TL came to the rescue with a superb array of ice-creams, hot chocolate sauce, vermicelli and other sprinkles, and whipped cream (i told him my horror story, he was giggling with a grimace for a while), and that was about to pick me up when i went back to work.

it would've been boring, but the printer kept jamming. i was getting frustrated... me with my infinite patience... and somehow (no, really, i actually wasn't applying force) managed to bugger up the paper tray. once that was sorted out (and i'd discovered that i couldn't cancel an incorrect print-job to our second printer), i needed to shred the misfeeds... and then the shredder packed up.

apparently it does that, and it's not my fault, but in that state it's difficult to not take that sort of behaviour personally.

i took a break to sit outside in the muggy, clammy, dust-saturated sunshine to study, smoke and listen to incubus, and when i came back up and was closing shop for the day, i received a phone call requesting that i get to work on something new.

hmmm. i told him i'd send him some of the details he was missing and that he'd have to do it, to which he agreed, but then i felt bad about shirking responsibility (i'm such a sucker) that i did it anyway and sent him the results. he was pleased, and i felt better about myself (i'm such a sucker), and soon after that the day was over and it was time to get home.

i was going to exercise, but apparently we're on for mike's place this evening so i'm just gonna do a few pull-ups and go.