It is such a Monday.

[pyrephox]

Didn't wake up happy, and continue to not be happy. At work, I had to shuffle through three desks before I could finally find one with room for the transcription machine and not with someone needing it urgently. Why, oh why, do we not have assigned desks? This could be made so much easier, really. Also, I may end up being substitute team leader while our real team leader is on 'vacation' (actually, they've got comps to take, so it's only a vacation in the way that getting sent to a gulag is a retirement). Which should be...fun. Not too bad, really. I hope.

Also, I have a headache, and an urge to bite the world with big, bitey teeth. We'll see if that goes away by Call of Cthulhu. Otherwise it may end up being an interesting session.

Comments

[pyrephox.livejournal.com]

I'm glad the deathissue has been fixed!

I sent a mail to your Gmail account earlier this morning. I don't have the draft of it with me, so it can wait until you return home.

[multiplexer.livejournal.com]

It was pretty freaking bad. But fixed through the power of being so tired that I started coming up with random things.

Alright. I won't be home until 6pm.