Things are moving too fast for me to follow today. It was another morning where it took me forever to wake up – arguably I still haven’t – and I’m not sure I’m taking everything in. The small side job that my boss gave me on Friday afternoon took all week, and every time I got close to finishing it, it went all Xeno’s Paradox on me and blew out again. Yesterday it turned out that it had all been moot because some other area were doing exactly the same piece of work with apparently better information, but today it appears their information was based on faulty assumptions so I needed to swing back in and reconcile stuff. Bleary asÂ I am, I still have no idea whether I did that or not, but the boss wandered off seeming satisfied. That will have to do.
As I expected the boss is hesitating to say yea or nay on the part time work until he gets a chance to talk to his (new) boss, with whom I have worked in the past. My guess is that she will clear it eventually, though not necessarily in a timeframe that suits me particularly and not likely with a gracious blessing. If so, I won’t be able to blame her, really. This work area is understaffed as it is, so it’s not really in anyone else’s interests to reduce the numbers even by a fraction. It’s in mine, though, soÂ I won’t be dropping the subject.
One subjectÂ I have dropped at long last is World of Warcraft. My account subscription expired sometime today (in theory it might still be active, but I’m not going to check). I went though my characters last night, finished a few quests, tinkered around withÂ a bank tidy upÂ and sent various useful bits and pieces to other people I know who are still playing (mainly Jimbo, truth be told). It’s a bit weird to admit that I will miss the characters – especially Vash and Fancy – more than I miss playing the game itself.
Mum and Dad are, somewhat unexpectedly, home again. Dad’s blood tests appear to be fine, and the doctors have been swearing all along that they had no intention of releasing him before he was well enough to look after himself, so things are fine, I guess. I talked to him this morning – he sounds pretty worn out but glad to be home, of course. They lost their three cows while they were away – maladies relating to eating frost-affected grass, it seems – which was of course very upsetting. But there’s no doubt that they will both be happier to be at home in their own space.
Okay, that’s been a long enough week. I’m going to go home and try to get some sense of equilibrium back. I’ll go back to raving incoherently about roleplaying games in a day or two.