Archive for February 13th, 2008
Maybe its the Vitamin Water I’m Drinking, but I Feel Very Focused
Wednesday, February 13th, 2008 | LiveJournal Archives | No Comments
In which I talk about work, babies, glasses, and colds
So this week I’ve been kind of on the ball at work. I have spurts like that where I feel like I’m knocking down projects as fast as they come to me. It doesn’t hurt that most of the things that have gone wrong at work this week were in no part my fault and I could evaluate exactly who did what and when to result in the fucked up situation. I’ve rolled out three computers this week and have another one nearly ready to go, though the user will not be available until next week, so it will be sitting here a few more days. My student assistant and I forgot about a couple other computers that were in the works, and will be able to roll them out soon as well. We’re clearing the shit out, which is great.
Speaking of clearing the shit out, we’ve determined that our servers are overdue for a serious clearing, so I’ve spent a lot of my afternoon going through some ancient files and deleting or archiving them off site. There were a ton of files in there that I haven’t looked at in probably 9 years or better, so obviously I didn’t need them at all. Add to that, the fact that last night I was able to fix a web problem for a side job I did back in 2005, and its been a really productive work week.
Heather and I are trying to get Ansel into a new sleep mode, particularly the “sleep in your crib or play-yard” mode. As it is, he can only sleep in his swing in motion, or in heather’s arms attached to “the tap.” This, as you might imagine, gets very old. He’s definitely sleep deprived and it shows when he just passes out instead of eating when he’s actually hungry. The sleep overhaul (as heather calls it) is tough work and I can now see why people say babies are so hard. He was easy when we just relied on his “sleep-crutches” to get him through the night, but now that we’re trying to stir things up, its getting really unbearable. You can only listen to your baby cry for so long before you start to twitch.
I’d love to have him at least napping in his play-yard in two weeks when we go to visit my parents and grandparents. I don’t want to have to take the swing, and I don’t want to have him awake and grumpy for three days on end. The play yard packs up so nice, it would make a great overnight napper.
Ever since Knight’s been gone, its been a little different around the house. Sometimes I think Ia knows, but most of the time I think she doesn’t really care. Today, however, she went on a rampage and tore up a bunch of stuff around the house. I know that dogs just do that sometimes, but I’m really hoping this isn’t a delayed reaction to Knight being gone. I can’t say that he really kept her in check, but its the first time she’s shown signs of separation anxiety since he left our house. We’re going to have to keep a close eye on her and make sure she’s doing okay.
This post is not nearly as focused as I’ve felt this week, but I think its late in the day and my eyes are really bugging me at this point. I’m still waiting on the third pair of glasses to come in. In case you hadn’t heard, my glasses broke over christmas and I ordered a new pair as soon as we got back to town. When they finally came in, they had been cut wrong and the lenses were too small to stay in the frames. They offered to recut them. While I was waiting for the replacements to come in (which takes two weeks, due to my astigmatism), I started to notice some particularly bad eyestrain, especially around 2:00-3:00 in the afternoon and especially when reading. I chalked it up the lens not sitting right in the frame and figured the replacement lenses would be better. When the replacements finally came in, I found that the eyestrain is just as bad. Here’s where the story gets funny in a “that can’t be true, but it is” kind of way.
I went back to the store and took my original classes (the ones that broke over christmas) and my printed prescription with me. I walked in and took my current glasses off (always a relief from the eyestrain) and said “these glasses are the same prescription and materials as my old glasses, which are broken, but I’m suffering some serious eyestrain and having trouble focusing in the late afternoon.” To which the girl at the counter responded, and I quote, “What do you want me to do?” It doesn’t translate nearly as well over text… but the traditional “about it” was implied in her inflection. My response to her was, after a short stutter, something to the effect of “I don’t know, but I can’t wear these,” and continued to explain that they’re supposed to be exactly the same as the old ones which I had no problems with. She finally asked me if I had my prescription, which I gave her, and she took my glasses over to check and make sure they were the all right. After a few minutes, she returned and said “Well, the prescription is off just a little on the right lens, do you want us to remake it?” Swallowing the overpowering “DUH” that popped into my mouth, I simply said “I can’t wear these, so yeah, I need a new lens cut.” So now I’m waiting on the third right lens since December 28th. I hope that when it comes in, everything will finally be fine, but I don’t have high hopes.
Eyestrain and lack of focus aside, it would appear that Heather has caught a full on cold and I’m at least suffering symptoms of it. Even little Ansel, poor guy, has been coughing and sneezing a lot lately. Heather, the overachiever that she is, will not accept that she’s sick and take a day off to get well, so I worry that she’s going to get worse and worse like she always does. Currently I’m just sneezing and have lots of phlegm, but otherwise still pretty good.
POTD2 #023
Wednesday, February 13th, 2008 | LiveJournal Archives | No Comments
POTD2 #023
Originally uploaded by Kacey3.
What once was there, no longer is.
