WorkFarce Wizard

Friday, October 05, 2001

 
Soooooooo . . . . I'm in trouble at work. My utilization is down somewhat this quarter, and I got called on the carpet about it. I'm OK with that, all things considered, but I'd hate for things to go south in an unexpected way. Heck, even if I lose my job, I'm OK, but I'd much rather it be part of the next round of layoffs.

8:54 PM

Sunday, September 30, 2001

 
So, we've moved (mostly) in to the house. I've managed to pretty much cripple my right hand (the thumb and middle fingers are both constantly numb, my gripping ability is nil, and I can sometimes not even hold a Coke or a phone with it), I've messed up my back, and I've managed to get myself into more debt than I imagined possible. Marie's pissed at me for joking with her sister about how many clothes she has. The boys are being unhelpful anymore, to say the least. The question at this point is not going to be "Are we going to be eating ramen?" but "What brand of ramen are we going to be eating?"

But I'm typing this in the basement of my new house, surrounded by my stuff (admittedly, not in any sort of arrangement, but still), and I can hear my families' voices upstairs. It's pretty damn good to be me.

8:55 PM