I put in for a half day today. Geoff has a doctor's appointment at 3:45 so I figured instead of rushing to get him at preschool and rushing to the doctor by staying here until 2, I'd take a half day off, leave at 12:30, and be relaxed about it. Sure I'm eating up like 5 hours vacation time, but who gives a shit really, I'll be laid back, relaxed, and I earn that back at the end of this month, so it's quite alright.
I think I have finally earned enough vacation time to have a nice cushion to take time off at Christmas, or, if I get laid off it'll make a good addition to whatever measley severance pay I would receive, seeing as I've been here for 18 months. I think you get 2 weeks severance if you make it a year, and then a week's worth for every 6 months you have under your belt thereafter. So I'd currently receive 3 total weeks worth of severance, and if I am still here in March that goes up to four.
Like I'm counting or thinking about it. Right.
Our network is down right now, so I can't FTP anything I've been working on into the servers. I can't even FTP the Grandma's Adventures that I just finished, nor can I send any email out into the world. I hate this feeling of not being able to communicate with the world. Our email works in-house, but nothing to or from the outside world.
Welcome to cyber hell or cyber prison.
At least I have something to do and can entertain myself for a few mintues.
I need to get my hands on a Windows 98 machine with a CD drive and USB ports damnit! I have a load of pictures on the camera that need to come off, and can't get them off (I've lamented my situation before, as lame as it is) and I want to do another pictureshow!
Either way, they are fatty nasty meals, but hey... toys or cheddar. This is the dilemna I face. Must decide... must decide.
Here is a picture of Milhouse in his "Fallout Boy" costume, please note, he is not "Radioactive Man Milhouse," but "Fallout Boy Milhouse. Those jackasses at Burger King are getting a nasty email from me later! And the picture above of Apu, I cropped the title off of it because it irritated me so much. It calls the figure "Apu-mkin." Isn't it spelled pumpkin? Not Pumkin? What the fuck is wrong with these people that they can't spell pumpkin correctly when slapping it in a toy name? I mean Apu-mpkin is hysterical!!! Where is the extra P???
Oh ye gods, I am weary of being smarter than marketing people. I mean, I'm not even THAT smart, but I can spell Pumpkin. And I know the difference between Radioactive Man and Fallout Boy.
Okay, that makes my mind up for me. I'm going to Wendy's, where their commercials have Darrel Waltrip referring to a cheeseburger as a "sandwich." That's less offensive.
Well, I'm out of here for the day. Sorry for the lame entry, I have some stuff to write about Geoff and imaginary friends, perhaps I will attempt to pen that later tonight. The weather is sterling, glad I get to leave early. I will enjoy some mom-boy time, which is so important in this world today.
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