My Mad Monday

      Date: April 6, 2009 2:42:19 PM PDT
     
      So --- I had a meeting this Monday at 9AM - which means I spent all day Sunday going over things I needed to do.
      Get UP when the alarm goes off.
      Get gas.
      Get out of house (not necessarily in that order!)
      Pack lunch up on Sunday - save time.
     
      All day I was checking email because I am expecting a document. For the meeting.
     
      I did get up.
      I made breakfast - Medifst oatmeal and fresh strawberries.
      Fix hair (which - having been lopped off in a temper tantrum - is busy getting even).
      Feed cats and water them (check)
      Summer is hiding - on hearing the alarm and seeing me stiff-legged stumble down the hall to the bathroom (for the uninitiated my new Queen-sized bed is in the family room - which will become a 4th bedroom as soon as I save up for it).
      She thinks I will grab her and put her in the truck (in her cage) for an 8-10 hour romp to San Diego (not this week).
      I skipped the treadmill. (BAD!!)
      Remembered to get gas for the truck (GOOD)
      And ran down the freeway.
      The parking lot was nearly empty.
      The guard was leaving the lobby - receptionist not in sight however - not a problem. I actually remembered my badge.
      I ran to my office because - the document we are reviewing did not come to my home email, so I hope it came to the work email.
     
      As I went in, I noticed that my second bag was damp (I carry a purse and a big sack bag for papers and lunch and coffee cup, etc etc.- to try to keep the purse clean and neat - and light)
      My worst fears came true. Now, I have yet to figure out HOW.
     
      The can of diet soda I had grabbed for lunch (for a drink with my lunch other than coffee - sugar and aspertaime and caffiene free) - soaked every piece of paper in the bag - including two manuals that I had - fortunately - already scanned to PDF. More or less successfully.
     
      Anyway, I reached my desk to find out why I was "damp" and turned on the computer (cold boot) and had unloaded everything and found the culprit while the system was still booting! 30 minutes!!!!!
     
      This is getting idiotic. In my "second office", we yanked out the phone. Somehow, in infinite wisdown, they have run voice mail and the CPU network on the same network which, according to my son, can leave me fighting packet storms. I know what a packet is and even what a storm of them is. But I fail to see how come IT doesn't.
     
      THIRTY MINUTES!
     
      The can of soda was empty all right - and not open! It had been nestled in a bunch of paper!!! It may not be open but it sure as hell was empty!
     
      Finally, after waiting impatiently (my son says every time I bang the mouse I just add to the problem by adding overhead), and having dried out the bag, blotted papers, spread things out to dry, including my glass case, my camera case, two USB units, my lunch, envelopes (ruined), and the notes for one of the POs I am working under (yikes), and mumbled a few more choice words, ----
     
      I find that the document wasn't sent to me at work either. And it should have been!
      By now I needed to assemble what I needed for the meeting (3-4 hours long) and make my way across the street.
      I never thought to check Sprocket - which I don't access from home either! (On-line database.)
     
      I had emailed and pleaded for them to send it to my home email! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE! So I could be prepared. HA!
     
      Oh well. I speed read at 8,500-10,000 words a minute (if I garble email that is why). I can edit in situ as it were. (Double HA!)
     
      I wandered over to the other building (at a sharp clip - or as fast as an overweight torn-cartiledge plantar facillitus woman can stride - which is actually pretty fast) and find --- the room is dark.

      I wander to the cafe for a big cup of Starbuck's Decaf (free).

      Since my notebook is busy drying out, I wandered to the lobby to find out where to get another notebook. (I had walked right by them.)
     
      I grabbed a notebook and wandered back to the meeting room.
     
      No one.
     
      I turned on the lights and reoriented myself.
     
      When the meeting started (10 minutes late - as usual - but I try never to be late), they told me the document was on the web.

      I reminded him that I had requested that it come home. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. And that they had SAID that they were emailing it.
     
      So I also informed the culprit that beatings would commence in the parking lot at 5PM.