I have, and probably always will be, a red-headed stepchild when it comes to my professional situation.

For those of you who are unfamiliar with this term, it means I am handed around by managers who are essentially Luddites and are intimidated by technology. I am not a person, I am merely a tool used to fix something. I'm sort of a sock puppet that is placed back in the drawer and doesn't see the light of day until something once again breaks.

I came up with a quote during my cough syrup haze...

"It's a fine line we walk, you and I...fixing stupid things without making them feel stupid."

It's true. Do that in my line of work, and you're canned by upper management.


Well, now I have been handed off by all the Luddites to the main IT department. So I am now *actually* answering to my peers instead of someone who has no clue about my job.

Before, I was accused of being idle if I sat at my desk all day. What they couldn't work their minds around was that I fixed machines and servers REMOTELY. They wanted to see me get in the car and drive 3 or 4 hours to B.F. Egypt, and then fix it, get done around 6 at night, and drive home and never see my family.

Not so anymore. Our supervisor told us: "Do your job, I don't like structure and schedules. Just do your job." Roger that, thankee ma'am.

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I bought the first season of the series 'Lost'. I AM HOOKED!! ABSOLUTELY, POSITIVELY ADDICTED! If you've never seen it, start at the beginning...it's simply brilliant.

In other news, looting cops are being busted all around, and apparently people are realizing that Katrina did, in fact, damage Mississippi. New Orleans is flooded and will have to be stripped down and rebuilt. Mississippi is better off, you see. It destroyed our coastline to the point of there being nice, clean foundations for building homes and businesses. Emptiness is eerie in those situations, where you look left, then right, and all you see in an entire subdivision are concrete foundations from where houses used to be. Occasionally a doll stuck in some branches...someone forgotten couple's wedding picture. I have a hard time leaving those images at work.

It makes me flash back to a tornado that came through my area 18 years ago. We were walking in the woods, and I found someone's marriage liscense, their pictures, and their childrens' birth certificates. I tracked them down, knocked on their door, and silently handed the grown lady a bag full of pictures and books with their names on them. Me being 9 at the time somehow made it not feel as bad as it does now.

Oh well.

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I'm burning cd's to replace all my scratched/stolen cd's of favourite artists and then I'm heading home. Will I see Serenity tonight? Doubt it. :(
Maybe some other day this weekend.

On a side note. What do you do to a woman who abandons three children in your house, waits until they've been with you 5 years, and then moves in with you along with her two 'other' children? What do you do when she starts claiming your kids as hers when it comes time to receive some small financial benefit? What do you do when she lives there for free, makes messes, gobbles up water, electricity, and gas, and when she IS home only sleeps? What do you do when you leave her there asleep all day while her two small children roam your house unsupervised, like little animals, drinking toilet water that had urine in it?

What do you do when she brings home two cats with no consultation with you, the owner of your home? What do you do when she says she'll take care of them, but every day when you come home, they're outside in a cage, starving, and are soaking in their own fetid urine and feces they've wallowed in until it's a frothy slurry?

I grow more weary with each passing day. I wish I had a bottle of diazepam but alas I do not. Once again, oh well.