My life is so cyclic, so monotonous, so repetative, even Fridays don’t really bring a thrill anymore.
Sad isn’t it.
Anyway, I’ve had a vaguely productive week, right now, though, I have a calm exterior but I’m kind of stressing. I rebuilt a computer yesterday for a faculty member and I think I forgot to archive something. It’s not really my responsibility to archive their files for them when I do rebuilds, but I like to do it as a service in case they forget to save important files. So if he forgot, and I forgot, there may be some lost files. I’m really hoping that there wasn’t anything important on the desktop. I’m not even going to say anything when he comes to get it, I’m just going to hand it to him and give him a demo on CD-Burning on a different computer. I feel so bad that I forgot to archive his desktop, he’s one of my favorite faculty and I’d hate to screw up on him. And unfortunately there’s nothing I can do about it anymore.
Right now I need coffee so I’m going to go take care of that. I didn’t really have anything important to say anyway.