I only had 189 emails to go through this morning, made worse by the fact that an IS guy reloaded my computer last Wednesday - while I was on vacation - and clobbered my work computer. These guys make a lot more money than I do, yet many folks at work think of the "Help Desk" as the "helpless desk". State bureaucracy at its finest. Thankfully, a different IS guy had backed up my computer, prior to the other IS guy reloading my computer.
So BIG THANKS to Tom!
It took 30 minutes to restore the hard drive after lunch, so I spent most of the afternoon sorting through my in box and through the emails. Today for the first time, however, I really missed my cigarettes. 12 days later, and with the computer mess and issues at work, I sure needed a cig. I started a walk this morning on break, and had gotten halfway down the sidewalk when I realized how hard it was raining, and the fact that my umbrella wasn't going to work. So I went back inside with a soaked sleeve. Damn Oregon anyway. And dam cigarettes too.
It was amusing to see the aftermath of the games played while I was on vacation by co-workers and the like. Like waiting until my first day off to raise a ruckus looking for a special check request, only to discover that it hadn't been faxed in the first place. Another co-worker tried to strong-arm my online security contact at our office supply company to no avail. The lovely thing about email... there is that trail to follow, and emails don't lie. But it does bum me out to realize that folks will stab you in the back the minute they don't think you're watching, or think you won't see what happens. Actually, it does more than bum me out... makes me a little sad.
It is somewhat amusing, although not at this moment, to realize that most of my friends at work are smokers. Which makes sense... birds of a feather flock together and all that crap. Most of the folks in accounting do smoke... which speaks volumes on workload issues and not having enough staff. And that many folks are pretty much stressed out a majority of the time. So I sit and wonder and try to make excuses and come up with reasons why I should smoke, none of which will hold water.
Thursday, June 2nd will be 2 weeks... 14 days... 336 hours... 20,160 minutes... 1,209,600 seconds... since the last cigarette. Actually, the last cigarette was roughly 11:30 something Thursday night, May 19th. Well shit, remembering that didn't help at all. Time for food.
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