Ugh. Today's my day to go to GTRI and I totally don't want to go to work.
Was having crazy dreams this morning, first something with a "chamelion man" and then a stupid stress dream about email I had while fighting to stay asleep. I don't like that I have to use an alarm on these days, since waking up on my own naturally just a *little* later feels so much better.
I woke up and my hands are all sore, since apparently I twisted them in an especially weird way last night. I don't know why, but I always clench my hands and put them in awkward positions all night, so I wake up and it's like a car parked on them.
Just want to curl up in bed and have a whole day home, only without the working part.
With our old boss gone, conversation in the off has definitely changed.
Right now I can hear one of our DBA talking with the DBA intern about the legalization of pot.
Quote from Carl: "I wonder if you can actually prove that stoners don't commit violent crimes."
Quote from Will: "It's like having an herb garden."
It's raining out, so I can't hear ALL the converation, but what I do hear cracks me up. LOL.
I'm at work still and am feeling pretty grumbly.
According to the woman who replaced me, and briefly "oriented" me when I came back on, one of the first things she did when I left was settle into my space and get a new desk.
I HATE this desk!
Previously (for 3 years) I had a nice LITTLE desk that actually wasn't even a desk, it was more of a small table -- no drawers and only about 2 1/2 ft. wide. Perfect desk area too, since it's my feeling that the more working space you have, the more crap you put on it. My desk at home is a 1920s oak office desk that I love because it's really narrow, not a big wide one.
Anyway, Shelley (quite logically I guess) replaced that little desk with this BEHEMOTH office desk. Not only is it wide and huge, with 6 drawers I don't use, but it's also too HIGH. I don't know how she could even use it, since it's too high for ME and I know for a fact I must be like 8 in. taller than her. Definitely NOT ergonomically designed for use with a computer!
But the worse thing about this desk? The metal corner where the desk drawers end is RIGHT at the level of my ankles as I swing out of my chair... resulting in my constantly TWACKING myself on the ankelbones. OW!
Will I do something about this? I don't know. Right now they have started the whole process of filling this position with a FT person, so it might be that in a month I'll be gone. In which case, why waste time making a fuss over this desk. Everybody here would think I was being an eccentic.
But I DO hate it.
Should it worry me that I can eat rye bread and butter for dinner and be happy?
Then again, I can eat a plate of roasted potatoes or boiled parsnips or carrots for dinner.
I think I just do well on peasant food. Esp. if there's butter involved.