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Work out

It snowed last night, and well into this afternoon, but any hopes that it might lead to a snow day, a day off from work, were dashed pretty quick upon waking up. But it’s okay. The trains were running relatively on time — I think the LIRR officially considers six minutes late or under “on time” — and it wasn’t too difficult getting to work. It wasn’t exactly go-back-to-sleep easy, but at least it was Friday.

I had a training session planned for the second half of the day, one on workload management, but it was canceled. The irony that I was able to use that as an opportunity to actually get some work done is not at all lost on me. The session’s been rescheduled for later this month, and I wonder if that means we’ll get another free lunch out of it. (I’m guessing they’d already paid for the food when they canceled.)

Anyway, that and a lot of work was my Friday.

Tuesday

I liked this Tuesday, when I got to sleep late and work from home, a lot more than last week, when I didn’t. (But, in retrospect, could have.)

Sure, I worked a little late, finally turning off my laptop some time after 8 o’clock, but that wasn’t all consecutive. I mean, I watched an episode of Blackadder over lunch, so it wasn’t all work.

But working late is a whole lot better when it’s working from home. For one thing, the commute’s a lot easier.

Also? Sepegal

Last week, I watch Alfred Hitchcock’s masterpiece, Vertigo, recently named by the British Film Institute and Sight and Sound‘s critics poll as the greatest movie of all time.

This week, I watched Mongolian Death Worm, which amazingly isn’t anywhere on their list.

What can I say? I watched it with friends over Twitter, they’re Canadian, and apparently there’s slim pickings on the Canadian version of Netflix.

In all honesty, it was a lot of fun. It’s a pretty terrible movie, as you might expect, just from the title. I think it aired on the SyFy Channel here at some point, which is pretty much a guarantee of it’s being bad. But it’s bad in some odd ways. There are what might almost be clever lines muddled by bad acting, and there’s bad writing delivered with what might almost be good acting. Also, they say the name of the village, Sepegal, a lot.

It’s a little like Tremors, except not very good. Under the right kind of circumstances, I’d definitely recommend it.

And that was Friday. There was a lot of other work-related stuff, mostly one long report I’m almost finished with, but honestly, the death worms were the highlight of my day.

Busy busy

They called today to confirm a dentist appointment I don’t remember making. I probably did, to be honest, back when I was last there over the summer. But there’s just no way I can take the time off tomorrow, even I had already requested it, which I didn’t. I’m hoping that things will settle down a little in April or May, once I’ve gotten a few immediate deadlines taken care off, and I may even decide to the whole stressful “looking for an apartment” thing then.

But until then, lots and lots of work to be done. And no time for purty teeth.

Tuesday

Not only did I have to go into the office today, rather than work from home, and not only did I have to get up even earlier than normal so that I could drive with my father over to the local mechanic and he could get the other car inspected, but the reason I went into the office, the reason I couldn’t have returned from the mechanic and gone back to sleep for another hour or two, the meeting I was going to have with an editor and author — that never happened.

I’ve had worse Tuesdays, I’m sure, but I’ve had better.

At least I got some other work done.