The Last Mile - 2007 in review

Well, today is my last full day of work this year. I say "full day" becuase it turns out I'll need to do a few hours here and there over the holidays, though I'll be able to do those from home.

As of the end of today, I will have worked 573 hours of overtime, making over 31% overtime for me this year. I've taken 7 vacation days, three of them connected to the house, and 12 sick days.

I attended two weddings, and was invited to two others.

I bought a house, and moved into it.

I paid off my car.

I recieved a patent (for work done several years ago).

I recieved a promotion at work.

I started this blog.

I recieved the Golden Ribbon, and passed it on.

I took a trip out of state just to visit a friend.

I read dozens of new books, including Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.

I bought another sword (and matching dagger).

I attended two RenFaires, and a bunch of SCA events.

A few of these things were expected; most were not.

I wonder what 2008 will bring.

Recovery

Well, the co-"worker" from hell is gone, perhaps back to the middle tier where they belong.

The christmas... tree? shrub? dwarf pine with delusions of elfhood? is up and decorated.

The lines at the department of licenesing weren't bad.

Cable modems are FAST.

The army of boxes continues to suffer casualties.

Christmas cards are pretty!

Unpacking

While I've done a little unpacking, the computer is still on the floor, and when sitting at it I'm in a little corner surrounded by boxes piled higher than my head.

This reminded me...

http://www.reallifecomics.com/archive/051206.html

http://www.reallifecomics.com/archive/051207.html

http://www.reallifecomics.com/archive/051208.html

And, though I hate to admit it...

http://www.reallifecomics.com/archive/051209.html

The first thing I set up was the TV/DVD player. :-}

Not just the weekend

OK, did I piss off a witch? Is the house on an indian burial ground?

Today:

I have a net connections! Which won't work if I'm running any of my anti-virus or anti-spyware software.

Injured myself again.

The usual fun and frivolity of work.

A box of oranges came in the mail! Or rather, a box of moldy oranges came in the mail.

Look, whatever I did, let me know what it was and I'll try to make up for it.

The Weekend of Minor Annoyances

Four self-inflicted minor injuries. Including managing to cut myself on an inflatable ground pad. I mean, come on!! Whacking myself with the hammer was kindof predictable, but a ground pad shouldn't be hazardous.

30 minutes spent making wrong turns in downtown Seattle. If they hadn't started the Nutcracker late I would have missed the curtain. The number of times I turned onto Mercer street alone...

Speaking of the Nutcracker, how do you do a production of that show where the Russian Dance has no Russians and the Dance of the Sugarplum Faeries has no Faeries? It was a good show, but that really threw me.

Again, having one of the people I was going to the Nutcracker with be too sick to go. Worse for him than me, of course.

Where the heck are my nail clippers? The good ones. I found the bad ones, and a set I didn't know I had, but where are the good ones?

Two days without a net connection (cutoff at the apartment, not yet up at the house). I never notice how much time I spend on line (or at least how often I check something online) until I don't have access for a day or two.

Look, if you're going to make adjustable shelves, the pins that make them adjustable should be able to be removed without needing to lever them out with pliers.

Why couldn't I sleep last night?

How does Target run out of Christmas lights? Nine days before Christmas?

The apartmnet complex office, at which I now have two packages waiting... wasn't open Sunday.

The movers managed to break the set of slats on one side of the master bed. Thank Azel for Duct Tape.

Melt, microwave pizza cheese, melt already!

OK, attention all Seattle-area drivers. It is called rain. It happens, like, four times a week or something here. You really don't need to drive like you're on black ice. Really, just go, say, the speed limit, and we'll all get where we're going.

AND STOP SLOWING DOWN TO GAWK AT ACCIDENTS. Yeah, I do it sometimes, but I'm checking accidents where there isn't an ambulance in attendance to see if there are apparent injuries. Because if there are, I'll stop to assist. I've actually done that more than once. What's your excuse?

Ah, "nibbled to death by ducks"; that's the phrase.