Another IT Day - not

I have decided not to work with IT today. I am not getting over as you would think. The regular IT lass is out for the week in training so I am collecting every damn Hey You and every emergency from Clinton. So they are more than their money's worth out of my ass today and this week.

But it is a good day. Last night was nice and quiet. Getting accustomed to the living arrangements except in the mornings but I try to hide under the covers until 0650 if they get too out of hand. I actually run out after the bus leaves to make sure no one is left behind then go off to get ready for the day. Back to last night. The belle is writing her own blog of sorts and it is absolutely awesome. She gave me a tug and told me about upcoming episodes in her blog.

They want me to stay late tonight and work on a server. I have to babysit so nope.

Everyone says I am fidgety and hyper, that is how I get when I have a million things to do and I am knocking them down one at a time. I like the stress.

Anyways. Fork em Demons.

I am a geek.

I have avoided it for years. I have done everything in my powers to deny myself and the world.

But.

I am a geek.

I know this without a doubt for one reason.

I learned a new trick in power point and not only did I jump up from my desk and tell my boss but I even emailed my girlfriend.

That is lame but damn it felt good.

Happy Weekend.

watched Hustle and Flow last night. Didn't understand half the words but did like the strip club scenes. Woo Hoo. Top Cats memory insert here.

Another IT Day

I am tired as much as I am exhausted. You might think them things to be identical but I am here to tell you sister than they are two different balls of yarn.

The g/f's boys arrived last night at the airport in NOLA. But the fun started much earlier than that. We had to rent a storage unit for my stuff and rearrange the small apartment to accommodate. Of course there was a great deal of heavy lifting but the constant cleaning and moving is the truly taxing bit.

When I was sitting there at the gate, I was actually a tad nervous. I have been worried about the eldest son who is reaching that period in his life where his g/f becomes more important than his family. He has really made some bone head decisions, mostly of which have been motivated by his love for his g/f. My nervousness doesn't sprout from the fact that I think he is going to mess up (because he is.) but more correctly from how I am going to handle it. I know that this period of his life, he needs a stand up male figure in his life. Just want to be the best example I can.

Anyways.

My puffer died this morning. Third in a row. Damn. I can't keep anything alive.

But I do love puffers.

Lunch.
Ciao.