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Oct. 18th, 2005 09:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dchenesToday was a questionable day. I spent it training my permanent replacement. So now she knows what the voicemail password is, and I don't (the telecommunications office reset it to a default this morning, and I had her reset it again to something she'd remember). She can't get into the calendar she needs, and I can, so we were giving the poor computer schizophrenia logging each other out all day. (She can log in as me, because I gave her my password, because I knew she'd need that calendar before she had her own access to it.)
On top of it being oddly disassociative to have somebody else doing half of my job, which isn't even my job, I got to stand up for about half of today because there's really no room in there for an extra chair. The woman who trained me last month has severe arthritis and uses an electric scooter, which doesn't fit in there very well either, but at least is more mobile than the waiting-room chair.
When I got home, I discovered that Dartmouth Place thinks I owe them $15, but they won't tell me what for. They say it was listed on the move-out form, which it wasn't. I'm inclined to call them up tomorrow and stay on the phone until I get a detailed answer as to why exactly I owe them $15 and why they didn't take it out of my security deposit. I'm in one of those moods where I'm either going to get depressed, or I'm going to get mad. Neither mood is particularly productive, and getting mad isn't particularly satisfying, because I know that it isn't going to get me what I want. It never does.
In case of actual unemployment on Thursday, I have a whole list of things I should do. I wish I felt like doing any of them.
Bazz fazz.
Two more random observations:
1. The heat definitely works now that it's on.
2. If I dislike metallic embroidery floss, I LOATHE blending filament.
On top of it being oddly disassociative to have somebody else doing half of my job, which isn't even my job, I got to stand up for about half of today because there's really no room in there for an extra chair. The woman who trained me last month has severe arthritis and uses an electric scooter, which doesn't fit in there very well either, but at least is more mobile than the waiting-room chair.
When I got home, I discovered that Dartmouth Place thinks I owe them $15, but they won't tell me what for. They say it was listed on the move-out form, which it wasn't. I'm inclined to call them up tomorrow and stay on the phone until I get a detailed answer as to why exactly I owe them $15 and why they didn't take it out of my security deposit. I'm in one of those moods where I'm either going to get depressed, or I'm going to get mad. Neither mood is particularly productive, and getting mad isn't particularly satisfying, because I know that it isn't going to get me what I want. It never does.
In case of actual unemployment on Thursday, I have a whole list of things I should do. I wish I felt like doing any of them.
Bazz fazz.
Two more random observations:
1. The heat definitely works now that it's on.
2. If I dislike metallic embroidery floss, I LOATHE blending filament.
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Date: 2005-10-19 05:32 am (UTC)