guardianlunnaei: (Eh?)
Woo!!  Thank GOD for vacations!  

I'd gotten to the point of seriously stressed, where everyday I found myself wanting to wring someone's neck for any number of large or small (usually small) reasons.  So it was definitely time for a vacation.

Went to seem my sister and family in Houston for a week to have an early Christmas.  We mostly decided on now since going at Christmas would have cost about $200 more each way which would have mean not money for gifts.  We had a great time, though.

Spent time shopping, spent time just hanging out.  Got to help my nephews finish up a history project.  They mummified a chicken using methods as close to the ancient Egyptian methods as possible.  It was time to wrap the body/chicken about three days into my stay out there. X3  We also made frosting Christmas tress out of upside down ice cream cones, covered in homemade frosting and sprinkles for ornaments. XD  Talk about a sugar high!  Frosting Tree + Mexican Hot Chocolate = belly ache and sugar high. 9,9;;

All-in-all it was a great time.  Relaxing, and just what I needed before returning to work.

Had a, um...adventure in our attempt to get home, though.  Got tot he airport in Houston, got on our plane.  They had announced they would be closing the doors in a few minutes when someone decided he needed off the plane...NOW.  There were all kinds of things said about the guy.  Suspicious, definitely Arab, spoke little English....apparently his story was that a friend of his had gotten in an accident and he had decided to stay and go see his friend at the hospital instead of heading out/home/whatever.  He just vanished, though, didn't even wait for them to get his bags off the plane.  On the one hand, if his story was true, I can understand the rush, on the other hand....*shrugs* 

So a few minutes later another suspicious looking guy gets off the plane.  Hmmm.  I think some people panicked, because about five minutes later, when we'd still not taken off, about six more people decided they weren't staying.  They got off the plane and left too.

At this point they decided it was better to be safe than sorry and so we were all moved off of the plane for TSA to come in and do a sweep of the plane with dogs and all their testing equipment.  By the time they let us back on the plane it had been over two and a half hours from the time out plane was supposed to take off.  We were...definitely leaving late. ^,^;;

We got into LA just as our next flight was scheduled to take off.  We were informed they were holding the plane and we needed to hurry to the next gate (which of course is on the other side of the airport, right?).  We got on and headed home to Sacramento.  Amazingly we only got home about fifteen minutes late!  Not bad for a nearly two and a half hour delay. =D  And no one hurt, so even better. =3

Aaaaanyway, back to work for me. X3
guardianlunnaei: (Meg's Nya - grump)
No, seriously...they are.

One of my co-works is either obsessive compulsive or so freaked out of germs she goes ridiculous extremes to clean herself.  I'll stay away from the tmi, 'cause I don't wanna think about it, but let me ask you this, Flist...do you think it's ridiculous to spend 3 minutes washing your hands?

Do an experiment with me.  Go to your bathroom or kitchen sink (even better if you can do this in a public restroom, like a restaurant or something) and start washing your hands.  Add more soap for five seconds every fifteen seconds.  So wash for fifteen seconds, take five seconds to add more soap, wash for fifteen seconds, etc.   Have you done that for three minutes yet?  No?  I'll wait... 

Okay, now that your three minutes are done used 3-4 times as many paper towels as you usually do (no cloth towels, that's cheating!).  So if you usually use 1, use 3-4, and if you usually use 2 then uses 6-8.  All clean now?  Is the sink full of suds (if not you've done something wrong, because it should be), are your hands all dry from the hard water and excess of hard soap usually found in public restrooms?  Do you feel like you've killed enough trees today?

*SIGH*  Maybe I'm being too hard on her, but when you clog the toilet with TP every time you pee** you're using WAY too much, if you can get the already foam soap to sud in the sink, you're using too much, if you're killing small trees to dry your hands, you're using too much. 9,9;;

**I apoligize for the tmi, Flist...
guardianlunnaei: (Not Impressed...)
You know....you're supposed to /clear/ the sinuses, not make them congest more...>,<  You're not doing your job.  *gumblesniffleargh*
guardianlunnaei: (Meg's Nya - grump)
I think I've mentioned before that I'm the resident mail opener here at work (my posts a while back with the bubble wrap should have told you that. XD).  Well, over the last few weeks I've had this problem piece of mail show up on my desk....again.....and again.....and again.....and again.... ~,~;; Actually, that's just right...I've had it at my desk four times now. 

You see....I've been working here over a year, I've been doing the mail since day 1.  I have a really good idea of what kind of documents come to me and who they go to.  So I open this piece of mail and stamp the date on it and start looking at it trying to figure out who is goes to....it's....not something I recognize....at all...  I notice on the envelope that the Mail Stop (MS) number is 2000.  Well, "my" MS is 2109.  Okay, that answers that.  I stick it back in the envelope, tape it closed and take it back to our little mail room and stick it in the box labeled "2000".

A day later....It's back at my desk....not reopened either.  First assumption is that it's something that was mis-delivered to someone else and now they've sent it to me.  I open it...and, no...it's the one that I put back in the mail room.  Oookay...I tape it up, write in big, bold, black letters "NOT 2109" and drop it back in the mail room, this time in out "mis-delivered" bin. 

When I get mail again a few days later.....it's back....my tape still uncut. >,<  Lazy ass just went and stuck it back in my box.  What?  You think I'm stupid?  You think that I opened it, looked at it, and like a complete moron went "Oh, I don't feel like dealing with this right now, I think I'll just stick it back in the mail to deal with another day. Hee hee"?  C'mon!  Give me a break!  I know what belongs to me and the people I work with and what doesn't, and this is NOT our mail, dammit!

So this time I take it to a co-worker.  A really great lady who'll be retiring come June and I show it to her.  I tell her that I honestly don't know what to do with it.  I've gotten it three times now, I'm pretty /sure/ is doesn't go to anyone here, but seeing as it keeps coming back....  She looked it over and...sure enough, it's NOT mine.  It doesn't belong in this branch, it doesn't even belong in this DEPARTMENT.  I'm part of the CA Health Care Services.  This is supposed to go to CA Public Health.  Different branches, we DO NOT share mail.  Okay, so my wonderful co-worker says she'll take care of it.

Lo and behold, what do I find in the mail today (which has actually been sitting on my desk since yesterday, and came in on Tuesday)?  You guessed it...it's back.  *SIGHS*  I took it back to my co-worker today...again....and we both rolled our eyes and determined that someone in the mail department is being a lazy ass and not doing what they's supposed to. >,<  

*sighs*  Sorry...guess I just felt the need to rant. =3  *done now*  *puts attention back to the stack of important mail that really does belong to us.*
guardianlunnaei: (Meg's Nya - grump)
Okay....so here it is Thursday again, facing yet another furlough Friday tomorrow.  I don't mind the days off, it's kind of nice actually, but I'm despising the fact that my money is being taken from me.  Anyway, that's an old rant, so whatever.  One thing I've noticed though, it that my internal calendar is starting to go all wonky.  It's little wonder why when you take into account that most state workers haven't worked a single Friday since October (between three furloughs and holidays...).  Next Friday, the 29th, will be the first Friday we'll work in four months. 

Now...taking that into account, imagine coming in Thursday and having people says "It's Friday!" as in, it's the end of our work week, so it's "Friday".  And then this week, Monday was a holiday for us so Tuesday was "Monday".  Fridays are starting to feel like Saturdays, I reach evening going, "church it tomorr-...now wait...no tomorrow is Saturday".  I get through Saturday going, "what's tomorrow again?  Saturday?  No....now that's today....tomorrow's Sunday."  And by the time Sunday is about over I'm going, "Do I even care what tomorrow is?  Yeah...yeah guess I do, 'cause it means I have to get up for work." 

Good thing for me my alarms are on all the time and only go off on the appropriate days.  So if my alarm is going off at 7:30 then it must be the weekend, whatever day it might be, and if it's going off at 5:30 then it means it's a work day.  Guess that's all I really need to know, right?
guardianlunnaei: (Bite Me!)

I love my co-workers...I really do...but some of them....sometimes....just DRIVE ME UP THE WALL!! .........One in particular. ~,~;;  I swear the man does NOT understand the basics of communication, feels he must explain the same damn thing five times with only slightly different wording, and when you try to make a point of your own he ends up bring it back around to the previous point.....which was already covered and resolved....PLEASE, we’re moving ON now.

Most of the time, I try to just smile and nod and assure him I’ll, “play around with [the database] and see what I can do”.  But sometimes he’s asking me to change or add things that DON’T NEED TO BE CHANGED OR ADDED.  And for as impossible as it can be sometimes to get the man to see it, in the long run is saves me a lot of time....but until I get it through his thick skull that his logic is not logical we end up going over the same thing over and over and he tries to explain to me what he wants, and I try to explain to him why it’ll be more work and more confusing if I do it his way.  I usually manage, in the end (after 20-30 minutes of going over things, over and over), to get him to see what I’m talking about, but.....D<

Today, it’s one of those stupid things, and I have to kick myself in the head for even /trying/ to make sense of things, ‘cause I work for the freaking government, nothing makes sense (which is why I think my co-worker seems to understand it so well, ‘cause he never makes sense either. >,>...).  And so here, I’ve gotten myself all riled up over trying to make sense out of WHY he wanted me to do something, when (according to the scenario he kept insisting on using) it meant that bit of info would be changing anyway.  SO WHY BOTHER RECORDING IT IF IT’S GONNA CHANGE?!?!?!  I gave up, more or less told him to go away, and made the damn changes.  Should have just made the damn changes to begin with it doesn’t affect me, he’s the one that’s got to remember one more step, and I have to remember one less, wtf do I care?

*SIGHS*  All right....I’m done now.....well no...no I’m not....I wanna make it clear that the only reason I stay sane at this job sometimes is because of my wonderful, adopted sis.  [Bad username or unknown identity: dragondancer515     ~<3!  Today’s her Birthday, go huggle her and make her feel loved, ‘cause she is. X3 ]

TT~TT;;

Jul. 14th, 2009 07:00 am
guardianlunnaei: (Default)

Stupid, STUPID cat!

Me: *driving to work, heading down Bar Du*

Cat: *a handsome orange tabby – decides to cross the street /right/ as I’m reaching it*

Me: *sees it, but.....it’s me or the cat....I slam on my breaks or try to swerve and I’ll likely end up in the ditch at best!! – sees the cat disappear under her car* TToTT

Cat: *Evil Knievel Cat ~ Mwahahah!*

Me: *didn’t....feel anything....or hear anything.....looking in rear view mirror....doesn’t see anything.  No kitty splat on the road, or standing somewhere looking dazed or....anything......*  *calming down....heart still racing.....*

Pocket!Yami: That....was one lucky cat.

Me: .....*almost numb nodnodnod*
*headdesk*

guardianlunnaei: (WTF? XC)
...I have officially come to the conclusion that our new president and his administration are all idiots.  Don't believe me?  Look at this!!  HERE
WHAT THE HELL PEOPLE?!?!?!?  Does it /seriously/ take $18 MILLION to revamp a WEBSITE?!? *HEADDESK!*  A. WEB. SITE!  A WEBSITE!!  EIGHTEEN MILLION FOR A WEBSITE!!  I'm sorry, that just....breaks my brain...I mean...seriously.  How much could it /really/ cost to make a website, let alone revamp one?  And they sound HAPPY about this expenditure in the article!  "Yes, we're throwing away $18 Million on a website so you'll know a little more about where your taxes are going, but we can't think of anything better to put this money towards when in California alone we're still facing a MAJOR budget crisis, nevermind the REST of the cournty." 

....Have I ever mentioned that I despise government.  Our country is being run by brainless idiots. >,>...... *done now, promise*

guardianlunnaei: (chib-world!!)

I’m not feeling the greatest today as it is.  Not /bad/ but...not exactly good either.  I hurt today, to the point of bringing an 800mg motrin and a muscle relaxant to work to take once I had food in me.  So I get around, I leave for work having to traipse through the sprinklers to get to my car...get in, get moving....get a call.

 

Mom and I couldn’t hear each other very well, but when we finally figured out what the other was saying I had a promise of a chai tea when I got to work. ~<3

 

I’m getting on the freeway and the IDIOT in front of me stops.  THE METER ISN’T ON YOU DON’T STOP WHEN THE METER IS OFF YOU RETARD!!!!!!  So I end up stopping and just as I start honking at the guy someone behind be, who OBVIOUSLY WASN’T PAYING ATTENTION....hits me.... >,>....Thankfully he had enough presence of mind to /try/ to swerve and not hit me so he kind of “nicked” my driver-side bumper.  The idiot that stopped takes off down the freeway like nothing happened.  The guy that hit me ends up in front of me and kind of pulls off to the side, and I pull off behind him....I’m getting ready to get out and check the damage and get the guy’s info (likely wouldn’t do anything, just because I don’t think it was /really/ his fault), but before I can even get out of my car the guy takes off!! D<

 

*HUFFS*  I’m not hurt....my car is....mostly not hurt.  Nothing serious anyway, he left his paint on my bumper and took some of mine with him (took a good chip of paint off my car actually).  Other than paint and scratches there’s no damage at all, and he didn’t hit me......hard enough?.....straight on enough?.....to hurt me at all, I’m just pissed that he pulled over like he was going to exchange info and then just /takes off/!  ARGH!! ..........

 

*huffs*  I’m done now......*moves on to happier thoughts, like maybe tormenting a handful of characters today...and enjoying the chai her mom got her*

guardianlunnaei: (Default)

I have decided....that I hate Microsoft Access.  I do...I just do.  This is going to be one of those days where I work all day and have nothing to show for it, because all of it is poking and playing around in a database trying to get the stupid thing to do what I want it to do. >,<  I’ve tried internet searches, I’ve tried looking through the instruction books I yoinked from my mom, I’ve tried just playing around with buttons and seeing what they’ll do.  I /just/ want to make a dropdown list for someone to choose something from, IS THAT SO HARD?!?!

 

Apparently it is, and Pocket!Yami going between snickering at me for the faces I’m making at my computer, and worried for me as I bang my head on my desk in utter frustration.  Why won’t it just /work/?! TT~TT;;.... 

 

So there’s supposed to be this nifty little button on toolbox.  It says “dropdown list” when you hover over it, but every time I click on it...Access spazzes and closes. >,>....Another annoying thing is that on the table, the actual list of information...the field that I need a dropdown list for....has it!  But people don’t have access to the tables, just the forms, and I can’t get the form to let me make the drop down menu. >,<

 

*snortsnarlgrowl*

Pocket!Yami: =S....=2.....*staying out of her way today*

 

Sorry...just had to rant....*goes back to poking at Access in hopes of getting it to do what she wants....*

 

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