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It is not for want of task that I take to Posting at the moment, but rather a need to escape the mayhem that has befallen my office life over the last several days.
It all started on a lazy Sunday afternoon when the Work Computer crashed and burned to what I now learn was a miserable death. BAM. Hard drive, before I could even dive for a CD to back up on, gone, along with many a beloved photo and document that was placed there for safeguarding against my own malfunctioning personal machine. The details to follow are painful and I would rather not re-live them but now I am using said personal machine, itself lacking the ability to display anything on its LCD monitor and suffering several 'ping' ing hard drive issues, which necessitated that virtually all day yesterday was spent formatting and booting and rebooting and basically going insane.
But DAMMIT I am crestfallen about the loss of certain files. Granted most pics are posted online but there were some kept behind...as well as some IPSF memories. Not to mention entire FILES on reworked documents for the Federation that were of my own hand and seemingly not warranting being put on the Server. Ahh Grasshopper, live, learn, back-up. A CURSE ON THE HOUSE OF HEWLETT PACKARD!
Other than that Sunday saw a relapse of ill-functioning for my own part. In a most uncharacteristic manner I found myself dozing off and on as early as 8pm, only to get up and go to bed. Mmmmm almost a bed-couch-bed afternoon. Well a couch-bed afternoon anyway. So then of course this sleeping sickness continued and slept through the alarm, ergo no tae bo, and the day just got more irritating until I got home at 19h30 to force myself to launch into a Billy Blanks session before dinner. I almost died and was cursing him more than ever. LIFT your leg he says...ARRGGH!!
But have just realized why I am so sore right now, as I awoke this morning to cram in the usual hour of 'Bo. That's twice in less than 12 hours. I'm a maniac.
I also have discovered that the upstairs neighbours are early morning fans of Burt Bacharach, which is an almost welcome change from the easy listening old-school 80's Whitney Houston I usually hear emanating from their balcony before dawn. Seeing as how my familiarity with Burt comes solely from Austin Powers movies I can't say I'm a fan, although it was better than Whitney endlessly expressing her desire to dance with somebody who loves her.
Tonight is Dutch class! Was up late doing the homework, although have found things have gotten quite a smidge complicated in this chapter. I hope DCG makes a return in order that a social gathering may be appropriately planned. I also hope Pie-Hole finds himself held up at work or some tram-jam, or at the very least discovers some control over what comes out of the Pie Hole.
Back to the grind. Speaking of which, I need more coffee.
It all started on a lazy Sunday afternoon when the Work Computer crashed and burned to what I now learn was a miserable death. BAM. Hard drive, before I could even dive for a CD to back up on, gone, along with many a beloved photo and document that was placed there for safeguarding against my own malfunctioning personal machine. The details to follow are painful and I would rather not re-live them but now I am using said personal machine, itself lacking the ability to display anything on its LCD monitor and suffering several 'ping' ing hard drive issues, which necessitated that virtually all day yesterday was spent formatting and booting and rebooting and basically going insane.
But DAMMIT I am crestfallen about the loss of certain files. Granted most pics are posted online but there were some kept behind...as well as some IPSF memories. Not to mention entire FILES on reworked documents for the Federation that were of my own hand and seemingly not warranting being put on the Server. Ahh Grasshopper, live, learn, back-up. A CURSE ON THE HOUSE OF HEWLETT PACKARD!
Other than that Sunday saw a relapse of ill-functioning for my own part. In a most uncharacteristic manner I found myself dozing off and on as early as 8pm, only to get up and go to bed. Mmmmm almost a bed-couch-bed afternoon. Well a couch-bed afternoon anyway. So then of course this sleeping sickness continued and slept through the alarm, ergo no tae bo, and the day just got more irritating until I got home at 19h30 to force myself to launch into a Billy Blanks session before dinner. I almost died and was cursing him more than ever. LIFT your leg he says...ARRGGH!!
But have just realized why I am so sore right now, as I awoke this morning to cram in the usual hour of 'Bo. That's twice in less than 12 hours. I'm a maniac.
I also have discovered that the upstairs neighbours are early morning fans of Burt Bacharach, which is an almost welcome change from the easy listening old-school 80's Whitney Houston I usually hear emanating from their balcony before dawn. Seeing as how my familiarity with Burt comes solely from Austin Powers movies I can't say I'm a fan, although it was better than Whitney endlessly expressing her desire to dance with somebody who loves her.
Tonight is Dutch class! Was up late doing the homework, although have found things have gotten quite a smidge complicated in this chapter. I hope DCG makes a return in order that a social gathering may be appropriately planned. I also hope Pie-Hole finds himself held up at work or some tram-jam, or at the very least discovers some control over what comes out of the Pie Hole.
Back to the grind. Speaking of which, I need more coffee.
posted by Myrtini @ 1:42 pm
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