"Puppet wrangler? There weren't any puppets in this movie!" – Crow T. Robot
Not much to say about today. During the day, at the office, I keep thinking things like, “This is the last time I’ll have lunch on a Tuesday here,” as if that was some kind of milestone or moment worth marking in stone. It’s true — our last day in the current office is this Friday — but it’s tough to get misty-eyed or excited over these made-up last-whatever-evers. It’s not like today’s lunch, or today at all really, was anything special.
Just your average Tuesday.
I could swear it was still snowing a little this morning, and slushy in the streets on the way to the train station. And the station platform itself was, of course, neither shoveled nor salted. (For all their incessant reminders to “mind the gap,” the Long Island Railroad doesn’t seem to care if you slip and crack your head open before the gap is even in your sight.) But then something happened during the day. I don’t know what they call it in your parts, but around here, I’m pretty sure we call it the sun.
So the snow — what little there was — all but melted, and the weather warmed up considerably. March has that whole “in like a lion, out like a lamb” business going on, but you don’t usually expect to see it over the course of a single day. I woke up this morning to winter, and came back home this evening in spring.
Which is nice, and I hope it continues. I’m taking off tomorrow, not for any particular reason, but just because I thought it might be nice take a long weekend around my birthday. I have a couple of things planned, but none of them much more stressful than sleeping late and maybe doing some reading. You know, real wild and crazy stuff.
We didn’t get a lot of snow, neither this morning nor this evening, although as of right now there is a light dusting on the ground and a lot of slush on the driveway. We had thunder and lightning earlier, and little pellets of sleet that covered my car. You know, nice spring weather.
Anyway, not a particularly exciting day. I went over to the new building this morning and got my photo ID car printed. We’ll need them to get in and out of the building, which seems easy enough, but will take some getting used to. We don’t have IDs at our current office, nor really much of any security beyond a pass-coded door, in our current office. Although we do have the Gemological Institute on the second floor, and they have security badges and private guards. And, of course, we also have the ever-present — including all this week — fire alarms. Yesterday, they said it was because they were “doing welding in the boiler room.” but isn’t that exactly what somebody planning a jewel heist at the GIA downstairs would say?
(Did I mention that one of the more exciting things I did while in Boston recently was re-watch Ocean’s 11 on cable?)
Today was mostly just a cold and rainy Wednesday, until it became a sunny and surprisingly spring-like Wednesday. In between, not a whole lot happened. There was a brief spell — maybe an hour or so — when our servers at work went down, and I was left with no work to do beyond checking to see which pens in my desk still worked and which didn’t. I mean, we’re moving in a couple of weeks; I don’t want to be held down by the weight of those five or six broken pens.
It’s been a long week so far, I think partly because of my late night yesterday and partly because my weekend was only half a day. I’m looking forward to the regular two-day variety this coming weekend.
I went back to work today, but spent most of a busy day dealing with the aftermath of last week’s conference: tallying sales, copying receipts, handing over the cash, writing up the official report, et cetera. In my report, I made sure to note that someone spilled coffee on our book exhibit during the conference — I saw him do it; it was an accident, and he tried cleaning it up, but I later discovered that two books were badly stained; though I sold one at 50% off, and left the other behind as a freebie for somebody, so it’s not a big deal. I also noted the irony of shipping a book on compulsive buying but neglecting to include it on the list of titles for sale.
Hey, I have to amuse myself somehow.
I did some other stuff, but the day was mostly just getting caught up after having been out of the office for two and a half days.