this morning, i can't get myself going, so i leave the house late which snowballs into a morass of traffic and anxiety. finally get to work, tuck my computer into the dock, prepare to begin a mighty round of spreadsheeting before my first appointment, aaaaand....
it balks, then chokes, then gets stubborn and starts outright fighting me. apps won't load, documents won't print, email won't send, spreadsheets won't open. is it full of molasses? DAMN.
reboot. no change. rereboot. no change. shut down, remove battery, count to five, reinstate battery, redock, boot up, and it tries to start a chkdsk. OH NO YOU DON'T YOU MOTHERFATHER! "to skip disk checking, press any key within 10 second(s)." 9... 8... 7... 6... ACK! STOP! STOP!
i am banging on the keyboard when i realize the computer doesn't even know it's docked, so i spring the lid and bang on the keys, not even worrying if i break the damn dock. chkdsk stops, crisis averted.
i try to get back in there and finish the spreadsheet and it's no where to be found. no where! NO. WHERE. the computer ate my spreadsheet! ACK!
ugh.
okay.
at some point yesterday, i had created a PDF, so i open THAT and start retyping the spreadsheet. type-type-type-alt+tab-read-read-alt+tab-type-type-alt+tab-read-alt+tab-type-type-type....
meanwhile, the clock is just ticking ticking ticking. who cares about the clock? oh, only the person who has a meeting at 8:30, 9:30, 10:30! ACK!
running out of time, i once again yank the computer off the dock and, hoping it can keep its act together, run to staff meeting and set up the computer to rudely as hell keep working on the spreadsheet while my colleagues blather on about their projects.
that's 8:30. 9:30 is reviewing new product plans in a room with no internet (damn stupid ancient basement meeting rooms!). 10:30 is a one-on-one to explain to a technologist some technology i need built, so i can't very well not fully participate there....
finally back in my office somewhere around 11, i plan to knock out the spreadsheet and a few emails then get in a run and eat lunch before my 1pm.
HAHAHAHA. WHO THE HELL AM I KIDDING. there's not enough time for all that, so as per usual, it's the workout i forgo, because nothing spells stress-relief quite like forgoing a workout. #not.
emails, spreadsheet, and off to the 1pm meeting all nice and prepared and maybe finally i can breathe...
nope. 1pm morphs from project updates to: let's spend 30 minutes asking ol' ace what's up with stuff that ain't even on the spreadsheet.
ahh-ha-ha-HA! the devil is laughing at me - dance! dance little human puppet! DANCE!
fortunately for my by-this-time tender psyche, i don't have time now to spend analyzing time i wasted earlier. nope. i have a 2:30!
the final meeting of the day is a slow slog through a dataset. this work is so tedious that half the group are chattering amongst themselves, half are glazedly unable to participate, half are arguing over minutia, and one guy is sitting there with his head in his hands. GREAT. we're finally finished at 4pm. i pack up my obstinate computer and unused workout gear and slouch pitifully to the car.
on the way home, i stop at target, where i purchase 19 pairs of socks to send my niece for her fifth birthday. because nothing says "cheer up, charley" quite like purchasing 19 pair of small, colourful socks. #truly.
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