2001-08-28 - 12:17 p.m.

all work and no play make homer something something

so much to say. i couldn't get on last night because eRoommate was on-line pretty much the whole night. that little detail made me pine somewhat for the weeks where he's travelling, but pine more poignantly for DSL.

eRoommate was reading through the list of expense requests he has to approve every week. there was one woman who was putting in these little comments that were hilarious. three-sentance justifications for a bagel with cream cheese. it was classic. really, you can't make this stuff up. i was going to post some here for general amusement, but eRoommate didn't want me to. like it was giving away company secrets or something.

yesterday at the end of the day we had a surprise meeting so our visiting IT guru could talk to us like three year olds. "this is how to turn you computer on. this is how to install the vpn software. wait it didn't work and i killed the computer. but i'm not the moron, you're the morons." it went till nearly six. i was fuming. i was so pissed off that a worthless, insulting meeting would take up some of my personal time.

when i got home i went for a run. i'm trying to make exercise my therapy. i remember when i found out that my grandfather died, and my boss sent me home from work, and i wasn't leaving for the funeral till the next day, i went to the gym and just ran as hard as i could until i couldn't run anymore. it made me feel alive, and i felt like i needed to affirm that i was alive, and that i was healthy, and that i would continue to be alive.

i'm trying to make exercise my therapy. to channel my frustrations into something positive instead of negative. i'll let you know how that goes.

Sheila the outback is in the shop today (note to self: ask co-worker for ride to shop) to check on the "check engine" cry for help, and for her 15k mile tune-up (only 1500 miles late). i really hope she turns out okay, and starts performing better.

there's so much more to say, but i have a butt-load of work today. and the evenings are all code for BigSis' site.

all work and no play makes j$ a pissed-off mofo.