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Oct. 15th, 2020 09:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dchenesTen thousand curses on ransomware attacks. They got my parents, and Dad paid the ransom. Their computer is now somewhere "getting its sinuses reamed out". When Dad called last night, I went on a bit of an emotional roller coaster. Parents calling after dinner isn't good, but it was Dad so at least he's not in the hospital, but he led with "I did something stupid" and that's the phrase he uses when he's had a bad encounter with a tablesaw, but it wasn't that.
I am trying not to be annoyed with pretty much everything work-related today, but failing miserably so far because I'm caught in three separate email storms, most of which are trying to make things my problem that shouldn't be my problem.
OK. 24 emails in an hour seems to have exhausted everybody, and now maybe I can start sorting things out. Why isn't it Friday?
I finally figured out why some days it seems impossible for anybody to drive on this street in either direction during the daytime without blowing their horn. Turkeys, that's why. And the across-the-street neighbors have started blowing their horn whenever they back out of their driveway. I suspect their car is too old for a camera and they don't want to run over a turkey.
Today's definitely a Wardruna day. It's about one and a half steps up from an Easter Island day, so I don't want to run off to Easter Island without a forwarding address, but I don't want to be a useful and productive peon today either. At least when I'm working from home, I can listen to Wardruna without scaring anybody.
I am trying not to be annoyed with pretty much everything work-related today, but failing miserably so far because I'm caught in three separate email storms, most of which are trying to make things my problem that shouldn't be my problem.
OK. 24 emails in an hour seems to have exhausted everybody, and now maybe I can start sorting things out. Why isn't it Friday?
I finally figured out why some days it seems impossible for anybody to drive on this street in either direction during the daytime without blowing their horn. Turkeys, that's why. And the across-the-street neighbors have started blowing their horn whenever they back out of their driveway. I suspect their car is too old for a camera and they don't want to run over a turkey.
Today's definitely a Wardruna day. It's about one and a half steps up from an Easter Island day, so I don't want to run off to Easter Island without a forwarding address, but I don't want to be a useful and productive peon today either. At least when I'm working from home, I can listen to Wardruna without scaring anybody.
