Difficult To Comprehend
Three days into the week and I feel pretty good. There. I've said it. The job goes well, although the project I'm working on will take some time before I can get my arms around it. I've had two weeks of classroom training and six weeks now working on this thing, but it's a monster and has many little quirks that require a knowledge of everything from the laptop dialing into the network over a modem line to the servers and the routers and the miserable little pipes that connect all of our offices and learning what I need to know about them will take time and experience. You get experience by getting experience and I suspect another six months will pass before I can bluff my way around SMS. You've never heard of SMS? You don't know all of the technical acronyms used by people who don't really seem to be speaking English? SMS, MOM, SUS and sometimes FUGIT? Sensible you.
Still, all my internal moaning and groaning has been subsiding and I'm thinking, well, what's next? I've been looking through my recent photographs and most of them are crap. And I still have seven rolls of black and white sitting on my kitchen counter. Running out of pictures will force me to develop them, I suppose, but it's like pulling teeth. Black and white. I love black and white, why have I not developed the film?
Because you're a lazy son-of-a-bitch and you don't get off you ass until somebody busts through the door snapping a whip.
True, but a whip? In high heels and fishnet stockings? The one woman I knew who would wear high heels and fishnet stockings wobbled when she walked.
Lunch today with MSR (there were two MSR's, but one of them has left the company, so there is now only one MSR and it won't be so difficult, now, to keep them straight); and I mailed the package of pictures today at the post office to MSR (MSR and her youngster, the one who recently resigned, pictures taken at her goodbye lunch); and I picked up the two liters of shampoo I'd ordered last week when I had my hair cut. Three exciting events in one afternoon, it's difficult to comprehend. Here in Oakland.