29.2.00

Messy Hair And Sleepy Eyes

I am not a morning person. I am not even an early-afternoon person. If I had my way, I'd sleep in as much as possible - because isn't sleeping in the best kind of sleep? I'm over my non-sleepy tiredness of the weekend, and now I'm ready to sleep... and sleep, and sleep, and sleep. After that, I'd have a nap.

Unfortunately, I must earn some semblance of a living, and so I continue to not-sleep and go to work, at the ISP that can't yet be named.

Work. What can I say, it's a pain in the ass. I enjoy it, though - I really do. Helpdesk work is probably looked down upon by sysadmin folk and other people higher up the computer industry foodchain, but I find it somewhat... rewarding. It can be frustrating when you have to explain in minute detail how to right-click on an icon, but when all is said and done, when a self-confessed clueless user thanks me profusely for being so patient and helping them out, it does feel good. It even makes up for the times when irate users yell at me because their account has been suspended or they've encountered too many busy signals.

Just.

(Ever since I started this job, a wee bit over six months ago, User Friendly has become my bible. Even if you're not really into computers - silly statement since you're using the internet right now, aren't you? - you'll find it funny. I promise.)

For those of us who are keeping count: only 32 days until Nathan is here. Yes, I'm excited, but my sleepiness prohibits use of the exclamation mark. I'll throw one in for good measure though: !

One of my regular favourite journal writers, Pamie, has finally updated after a long while. I say "finally", as though I were frustrated by the lack of writing, but I'm just glad that things in her life are starting to normal-out a bit more. And her sense of humour remains - she's truly wonderful.

Well, the responsibility of so-called adult life calls, and I must get ready for work. Y'all take care of yourselves, you hear?