ammogirl

You guys. Trying to open up your website and then discovering it no longer exists? I have no words. Except that backing up will now become a “once-every-couple-days” thing as opposed to a “back up? Um…” thing.

Seriously, my database was gone. Kaput. Fortunately when John contacted the webhost, they were ALREADY participating in the game of regular back ups, and were able to restore my ENTIRE site, and hi, that’s why I pay someone to…whatever. Host my site? Serve my site? I don’t exactly know…hmmm. I hope none of you thought I was tech-savvy because…no.

Anyway! As I type this, the sky is currently red. It’s pretty awesome, actually, and comes right on the heels of a spectacular display of thunder, lightning, and rain. Although, I guess you can’t really display thunder, can you? Whatever, it was fabulous, and now my house smells pretty. There is no air-conditioning in these houses, and while I pretend to commiserate with husband, who thinks 60 degrees is a heat wave, I secretly like the fact that the windows have to be open for it to stay cool in here. This means it smells like outside all the time, and while it never smells bad around here, you just can’t beat the smell of rain.

Work was just out of this world today. Remember when I said recently that I might just say I liked my job in the future? Today is the day. I am a lazy, lazy girl at heart, and when faced with two minor things to do and no deadline to get them done, I procrastinate. If I don’t have to do it, I don’t want to. But when I have tons of things to do, and no time at all? That is heaven to me. I am instantly organized, and lists abound, and efficiency rules supreme, and above all, I’m happy. Pending emails? Fine! Someone on hold? Fantastic! A high-level conference to organize and execute, all within the same timeframe as my upcoming vacation(s)? FABULOUS.

I had to attend this “promotion social” today that was just scandalous in it’s stupidity. It was literally 1.5 hours of standing around for three minutes of talking, a half-hearted round of applause for us promotees, and a quick getaway out the door when I said to myself, “This is IT?” And for that, I missed my run. A little irritating, that. I can’t even say the standard “but I got out of work” because remember? Now I LOVE WORK.

This is technically my last week of class, which…thank fucking god. Seriously. I am OVER IT. I have my final essay to write, a research paper on the benefits of living wills complete with THREE SOURCES and an instructor-approved THESIS STATEMENT. Oh yes, you guys…English 101. I’m hardcore. Fortunately, for whatever reason, our instructor pared down the required word count from 2,000 words to 1,200, and as the basis of this essay we use the last essay we wrote, which was…1,000 words. I secretly believe it’s because the other people in my class are all too wrapped up in our pending doom and death by flame to write coherently, and our instructor knew requiring 2,000 words would probably get him the first elevator ride down the shaft of hell, so he shortened the assignment. The sheets are made of fire down there, by the way. Hell, I mean.

Oh my god. It’s completely past my bedtime. I have to go.

Tschuss!!