...the behemoth (new!) copy/printer/fax/scanning machine decided to jam on the 4th copy of the ten I needed of my 13 page report, less than half an hour before I had to distribute said reports at a meeting. The jam was located inside the right side door, which was itself jammed tightly up against the counter of the cubicle in which this monster sits. We did get it moved, the jam cleared and the reports printed in time for the meeting.
...I tried to get into a seldom-used program in order to upload an entry someone needed done THIS INSTANT, only to receive the message "Invalid username or password". I write these things down - my notes said the last date I changed the password was 4-15-08 - not long enough ago for the system to demand I change it. A call to and visit from our tech guy, along with a phone call to another tech guy later, to discover that ALL the passwords on this program were reset six weeks ago. They just neglected to tell anyone.
...I heard the "voicemail message waiting" beep from my personal cell phone when I came back from my meeting. I retrieved the message, only to faintly hear a man and woman talking. From the little I could make out, it sounded as if it were in a business setting. The phone number is not in my contacts list, but it is one digit off from someone who is - no clue.
How much do you want to bet that when I try to post this, Blogger will eat it?
Technology is not my friend, today at least.
Update: Geez, I just spent ten minutes typing an update, only to have IE suddenly close itself. And in spite of the fact that Bloggers automatic save works insanely well most of the time, this time it...didn't.
Long story short: My twenty minute ride home took ninety minutes, in part due to the exodus of fans from the Brewer game (stupid me for getting on the freeway)(it would not have been much better on the streets). I enter the highway at 35th Street and exit at 70th; that portion of the trip took 80 of the 90 minutes. The traffic didn't ease up after passing Miller Park, but rather worsened. At 70th, the cops had the freeway entirely blocked, forcing everyone to exit.
A flatbed carrying mining equipment lost its load somewhere between 76th and 84th. It took a while to get a crane there to lift the 38,000 pound gear back on the flatbed.
Naturally, this was the one night this week I had plans - meeting friends for dinner at 5 p.m. I just made it.
I'm going to bed now. Care to place a wager on whether or not my alarms (one electronic, one battery powered) will go off in the morning?
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