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Brainless. I am totally brainless.
One of my jobs here at
the newspaper is to update our movie listings every Thursday so
they will be online bright and early tomorrow morning. So those
of you locals who need to plan your evening movie at 5:42 a.m. will
not be disappointed.
So the day's going on, I'm doing some work, whistling (Humming, really. I whistle like a canary with tonsillitis) to the music coming out of the Mac in the corner, and I look at the clock to see how much time till I can go home. I've developed this hunger urge around 4-4:30 every day, which encourages a quick departure at 5.
Oh yeah, it's 4:30, eh? So, what else should I finish up before I go home. Hmmm. Anything? ... Shit.
the corduroy screen of ultimate doom |
The new movie times take a couple hours to input (not because it's complex, it's because the archaic monstrosity I work on can't compute that fast. Some people get the blue screen of death, others the red. I get corduroy...*). Good thing I already called Lisa to tell her I'd be late coming home.
I also have to do a late update on the site tonight. Our CFL team, the Stampeders, is playing tonight, but the game is going to end too late to make it into our first press run tomorrow morning. It'll be out in the second run, but that'll miss several thousand readers.
So the editors asked my boss real nice if we could post the story on the site, and they would point to us from the first run of the paper. My boss said sure, since it's free hits and exposure for us.
Problem is, our automated script will grab it's copy from the first run of the paper. So I've got to stay up until the game is over, the writers have whipped the copy together, and they've emailed the whole kit 'n caboodle to me. They say this will be around midnight, but I'm not keeping my hopes up.
Oi. At least the posting will only take a couple minutes, assuming my home computer doesn't go corduroy on me as well.
Poor baby. Complain some more.
*You may think I'm kidding about the corduroy screen but I'm not. This computer is so brain damaged that about once a day, the screen flickers and the computer dies. All the monitor shows is a vertical strip of black on the left, and the rest is filled with alternating lines of brown, gray and white. Not a single person I've talked to has every seen anything like it before. Neat, hey?
Mom Rating: 4 out of 5. Mom thinks it's important that people work very hard and make all kinds of sacrifices for their jobs. But she also thinks I should get more sleep.
Big Brother note: Tonight's the big night. Someone gets sacked. I really hope it's William. He scares me more than Greg did.
Survivor! note: All right! Bye bye Greg! You weasel!
Finally they wised up and chucked him off the island. Take your stupid coconut phone and call your freaky sister.
Plus I won $32 in the office pool. Woo hoo!
What
did you say yesterday?
And
the next day?
Take me home, big fella
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