Numbers

Projected attendance at this Sunday's trailer party: 40
Number staying at our trailer this weekend: 7
Amount spent on groceries last night: $380

Hours until we leave for the weekend: 24
Hours until I'm no longer primary: 12
Est. hours of additional catch-up sleep I require: 4

Days since I discovered my employer had misclassified my vacation days: 23
Days since my manager approved my corrections: 7
Days since I've prodded HR again to correct the error: 0.08

Edit:
Days until I can confirm it was resolved correctly: 14
Days until my 401(k) is maxed out for 2007: 20
Days until my employer pension plan vests: 157

Numbers

Projected attendance at this Sunday's trailer party: 40
Number staying at our trailer this weekend: 7
Amount spent on groceries last night: $380

Hours until we leave for the weekend: 24
Hours until I'm no longer primary: 12
Est. hours of additional catch-up sleep I require: 4

Days since I discovered my employer had misclassified my vacation days: 23
Days since my manager approved my corrections: 7
Days since I've prodded HR again to correct the error: 0.08

Edit:
Days until I can confirm it was resolved correctly: 14
Days until my 401(k) is maxed out for 2007: 20
Days until my employer pension plan vests: 157

Annoyed

I went to Advanced & Challenge club night tonight, with justetthon calling. She had previously (and very graciously) offered me some mic time if I wished, and I had prepared some choreography to take full advantage.

After dancing two A2 tips and one C1, my pager went off. Bloody hell.

Of course it couldn't be some simple issue I could talk folks through. No, it was a production application emergency which needed root access to resolve. Damn, damn, damn.

I quickly said my good-byes, hopped in my car and headed for home. Half-way there, I got a subsequent page which indicated they were mistaken, the application issue could be resolved by fixing their own configuration file and all was well.

Grrr.

Annoyed

I went to Advanced & Challenge club night tonight, with justetthon calling. She had previously (and very graciously) offered me some mic time if I wished, and I had prepared some choreography to take full advantage.

After dancing two A2 tips and one C1, my pager went off. Bloody hell.

Of course it couldn't be some simple issue I could talk folks through. No, it was a production application emergency which needed root access to resolve. Damn, damn, damn.

I quickly said my good-byes, hopped in my car and headed for home. Half-way there, I got a subsequent page which indicated they were mistaken, the application issue could be resolved by fixing their own configuration file and all was well.

Grrr.

Cute Prank

I first heard about this prank here on Yahoo. Click for the YouTube video (safe for work).

Cute Prank

I first heard about this prank here on Yahoo. Click for the YouTube video (safe for work).