Throwing rocks at beehives
I haven't really posted much here lately. Which is strange because many things have been happening.
First off, I've been having a lot of fun at work lately. Well, if your idea of fun involves high levels of annoyance and stress. I've been trying to haggle with my supervisor to let up on some of the restrictions he put in place before I got there. It hasn't been going well.
I left a voicemail for him a couple of days ago about some supplies I'd ordered that he hadn't gotten in yet:
"Hey, this is William. I really need those supplies tomorrow, so if you're not capable of getting them just give me a call and let me know so I can pick some up on my way in to work."
That should certainly help things.
.......
Australia was good. The trip to and from Australia was not. I left on July 8th, which you might remember as the day after some terrorists decided to bomb the shit out of London. This made everyone nervous and crazy, causing airport security to become strict and insane.
Well, except for in Des Moines. There it was just lazy and innefectual. When they finally opened at 5:00am (I'd been there since 3:45, because I was told to be there at least 3 hours in advance of my flight -- that part is apparently a lie). I managed to convince the woman behind the counter that I did in fact have a visa -- albeit an electronic one -- and I was allowed to go sit down for an hour in a different chair than the one I'd been sitting in for the previous hour.
The sitting down and waiting was quite a motif of the trip, actually.
Finally, I got to board the plane and sit in a CHAIR ON AN AIRPLANE (le fancy!) and listen to a bunch of dicks harass the flight attendant.
Obviously, we were heading for somewhere in the South.
Next: DALLAS, TEXAS
.......
While I was in Australia, I had emailed my dad to let him know that I'd made it ok. He responded that that was good, and that 'Sue had tried to kill Pat' (Pat is my uncle, my dad's brother; Sue is his wife). I laughed this off, figured it was a joke.
Apparently it is not a joke!
.......
So tired. Always fucking tired. Maybe I should start going to bed before 8am. Unlikely to happen, though.
First off, I've been having a lot of fun at work lately. Well, if your idea of fun involves high levels of annoyance and stress. I've been trying to haggle with my supervisor to let up on some of the restrictions he put in place before I got there. It hasn't been going well.
I left a voicemail for him a couple of days ago about some supplies I'd ordered that he hadn't gotten in yet:
"Hey, this is William. I really need those supplies tomorrow, so if you're not capable of getting them just give me a call and let me know so I can pick some up on my way in to work."
That should certainly help things.
.......
Australia was good. The trip to and from Australia was not. I left on July 8th, which you might remember as the day after some terrorists decided to bomb the shit out of London. This made everyone nervous and crazy, causing airport security to become strict and insane.
Well, except for in Des Moines. There it was just lazy and innefectual. When they finally opened at 5:00am (I'd been there since 3:45, because I was told to be there at least 3 hours in advance of my flight -- that part is apparently a lie). I managed to convince the woman behind the counter that I did in fact have a visa -- albeit an electronic one -- and I was allowed to go sit down for an hour in a different chair than the one I'd been sitting in for the previous hour.
The sitting down and waiting was quite a motif of the trip, actually.
Finally, I got to board the plane and sit in a CHAIR ON AN AIRPLANE (le fancy!) and listen to a bunch of dicks harass the flight attendant.
Obviously, we were heading for somewhere in the South.
Next: DALLAS, TEXAS
.......
While I was in Australia, I had emailed my dad to let him know that I'd made it ok. He responded that that was good, and that 'Sue had tried to kill Pat' (Pat is my uncle, my dad's brother; Sue is his wife). I laughed this off, figured it was a joke.
Apparently it is not a joke!
.......
So tired. Always fucking tired. Maybe I should start going to bed before 8am. Unlikely to happen, though.
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