What A Fucking Waste Of Time

It was dark, cool, raining, and breezy on the way home Firday, which is typical Pacific Northwest weather for July oddly enough. Because of the dreary weather, I had the parking lights on while driving home. I stopped at the grocery store before heading home so I didn’t have to drive this weekend. My plan worked out well. Maybe too well. I left the parking lights on by mistake when I got home (c’mon, it’s a 1968 Mustang… there are no idiot buzzers). By not going anywhere all weekend, the battery was good and dead come this morning. I needed to get a ride into work… so I called Leigh. He starts his day at 9am and was able to give me a lift into work.

Of course, today has to be one of the busiest Mondays in a long time. An upgrade Sunday in a large neighborhood network we control didn’t go very well, and many customers were still without their fiber-based Internet this morning. On top of that, one of the support techs that would normally be answering the phone was “transferred to” (read: “stolen by”) the Redmond office. We seem to be hemmorhaging techs at work. Every few weeks we’re training another one…

Since I was an hour late thanks to my stupidity, I stayed an extra hour, leaving at 6pm. Rick gave me a lift back home. For some reason, the day just seemed to drag along. I guess it’s because I started at 9, had lunch at noon, then stayed until 6. I’m used to 4 hours before lunch and 4 hours after. Today was 3 hours before lunch, and 5 hours after.