I’m not big on passing around Internet tests, but my mom (who owns a bong) sent me this one, and I’m puzzled about my result. I’ll reveal my answer at the end of this entry if you want to play along at home.
Operation: clean the damned place up before AngelA gets back is in full swing, chronologically, although you wouldn’t know it to look around. It’s all about the strategy phase. Much like a good software design cycle that renders the programming to a mere bout of data entry, I’m planning and plotting the organizational whatzits required to get it done well before Friday. Yep, we have a confirmed arrival date. As I haven’t gotten to sleep before 3 for the past few nights, I’m opting for a rest phase before going banzai hardcore on the pile of crap that comprise my worldly possesions. The new CD storage solution has cleared off a whole shelf of stuff, but there’s the small matter of the huge pile of CD cases strewn in front of the player. I would have dealt with them tonight, but it seemed urgent that I start entering labels for a good chunk of the discs.
I’m sure there’s going to be a time crunch with the cleaning operation, since my plan of going “hey boss, what time did you leave last Wednesday? 4? I left Thursday night at 6, seeya Monday” is turning into “stupid system testing don’t these computers know who I am? I have tasks which must be done”. I just have to load some applications on five systems. Applications that have never been tested. A technicality, to be certain.
Magnetha says she can tell when I do this. Just checking.
AngelA is going to be mighty confused when she gets back. I’m not just talking about the cleanliness. One of this week’s CD purchases was a Dashboard Confessional CD, which seems to consist entirely of songs about heartbreak. I know AngelA’s just gone for the week, but somewhere in my brain there’s some kind of empathy circuit kicking in, so AngelA will get back and I’ll be all “oh thank god you’re back I missed you so much” combined with alternating bouts of “you think you can just waltz back into my life? Nothing’s changed, has it?” that I’m sure she’ll understand were just brought on by the songs, nothing personal. Maybe I should just stick with Tom Jones.
Ok, the test I mentioned earlier. It said to pick a vegetable, and I picked turkey. While I’m sure that puts me in the minority of the population, WTF???