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Don't get me wrong. I like what I do. True, it doesn't pay very well and it certainly isn't glamorous. But I like the job. I don't dread going into work every day, which is a big improvement over my last job. However... I hate it when they give me busy work. Yes, yes. I know it's stuff that needs to be done. But it always lands on me. Just tonight my list of Things to Do included:
Notice how it's all stuff for other people? Stuff that they are responsible for? Heh. I can hear you now. "You know, that's called 'delegating.' And you're the delegatee." Whatever. I still feel like I'm doing other people's jobs for them. I'm a dispatcher, not a secretary. I already have lots of stuff to do every night. I got my pine swag thingee hung up over the front door, but after I got it up I realized I hung it backwards. The plug for the lights was on the wrong side. Grr! I didn't feel like switching it, though, so it'll just hang backwards until tomorrow. I'm not sure why I like decorating for Christmas so much. My parents always had very tame and tasteful decorations for the holiday. The most "all-out" they went was when my mom put pine wreathes with red bows on all the windows. Some holiday decorations fascinate me, yet drive me to nausea. There are some streets here that seem to have Light Wars. On the day after Thanksgiving, the lights come out and the scenery goes up. Nativity scenes, multi-colored stars of Bethlehem, and spotlighted mangers. Glowing and moving Santas, walks lined with candy canes, and random red and green lights shining on the siding. Outline every edge on the house in lights! Highlight every branch on the tree with bulbs! White or multi-colored? Blinking or solid? Big bulbs or mini bulbs? Dense lights or sparse distribution? I feel the need to wear sunglasses when driving past some of these places. I'm sure there are places like this everywhere... A few choice houses that you have to check out every year. The ones that get noticed by the evening news. Small traffic jams form on the streets by the display. Interestingly, some of my neighbors at the complex also put up outrageous displays. Of course, there's a bribe involved. Every year the complex management gives away a gift certificate to a grocery store for the best Christmas lights display. So Billy Bo Bob pulls out the stops and buys a talking glowing Santa complete with a sleigh and eight tiny reindeer and 2000 lights and cute little candles for the windows. And they wonder why they still live in government assisted housing. Pheh. "Gee, Maude. Why can't we make the rent this month? I only spent $3400 on decorations, and we got that $10 gift certificate to Super Food. Huh." Ok, so it's not really that bad. I like most of my neighbors, and aside from the token gunfight or car theft it's a nice place to live. Which reminds me... I still have a dead jack-o-lantern sitting in a plastic bag on the patio. I prodded it with my foot today, and it seemed rather liquid. Maybe someone will steal it from me so I won't have to worry about it anymore.
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Looking Up No news is very bad news. NASA has given up on the Mars Polar Lander. The current theory as to the "why" of the failure is that the heat shield failed to detatch after entry into the atmosphere, and the retros were unable to fire. This would also explain the silence of the microprobes, since the heat shield would have to detatch in order for them to launch.I am so bummed out.
______ of the Day Today's thing you didn't need to know is gas. What the *@&%$ did I eat to cause this?
Skimming I keep getting "free" magazines in the mail. The first is Marlboro Country, which seems to be aimed at people who don't smoke and have lots of energy to go mountain climbing and glacier hiking and stuff. The other one is Flair, a magazine which makes me ashamed of my gender. Ick.
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