ARGH. Definitely a Monday.

First, I had to come in early for training. Then getting here, I discover that training is not going to happen, so I got up early for no good reason. I did manage to write my rent check, at least, and I'll have time to go by and pay it, get schoolbooks, and maybe even take a nap before my first class. However, when we tried to transfer from an old server to a new one, it seems that quite a few project files...didn't transfer. And now, when we bring the old server up, it says that I don't have permission to access any of those files.

...I'm logged in as the administrator, you dimwit. All of the files are mine! MINE, DO YOU HEAR?

Bleh. Had to put in a workorder, which means I'll have to deal with the IT people, which will just make my day /so/ much more wonderful. I'm ecstatic.

Really. That throbbing vein in my forehead? It is the Migraine of JOY.

Sigh.

Satan Loses Fifty Points

The Number of the Beast is Downgraded

Amusingly, I think 616 is 'our' Earth in the Marvel Universe.

*grunt*

...for the first time that I can recall, a dream fragment actually had to tell me that they weren't real. Also? The voice of my inner alarm clock is apparently a large, black male in a SWAT team uniform.