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Mar. 5th, 2008 09:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
janegodzillaBoy howdy, was I out of it today. I was at Nate's until, um, really early in the morning, which would've been fine but for the fact that I had to wake up again at six. Two hours of sleep? Do not a productive Kathleen make. Haha, whoops. Luckily, things at work were pretty low-key -- abnormally so, actually, but I'm not complaining -- and I spent a good portion of my day on projects that didn't require me to use my brain. I never thought I'd be so happy to spend most of my day on labeling.
All things considered, I timed my sleep deprivation perfectly -- yesterday was hopelessly fucked up and busy, and tomorrow's going to be nuts because we're going live with our new electronic document management system, but today was niiiice and easy in a way I probably won't see for ages...at least, not until the assistants figure out the EDMS. *snort* I work with Luddites, I swear. If some of them had their way, we'd probably still be using the fucking abacus.
No, really, I'm serious. One of the assistants on the third floor got upset when the typewriter they use upstairs for filling out checks broke and they had to come downstairs to use our second floor one. And the reason she was upset?
The second floor typewriter has too many advanced features.
It's an electric typewriter. It stays plugged in all the time. All you have to do is feed the document in and TYPE, but no, this was too ADVANCED. I'm not ashamed to admit that my brain broke a little at that, because that was one of the stupidest fucking things I'd ever heard in my entire life. Advanced. Pfffft!
And now for the requisite Nate spazzing, just because I can:
AHHHHH FUCK FUCK FUCK I LIKE HIM SO FUCKING MUCH GAH!
Whew! Okay!
It's weird -- I don't really talk about it at work, because the only people I was close enough to squee over things with no longer work there (I squee to them over the phone now, heh), and...okay, this is going to sound dumb, but I'm infatuated with him to the point now where it makes me feel vulnerable, and I hate showing any hint of weakness or vulnerability to my coworkers. I don't know. I've spent enough time with Nate now to know that I'd be genuinely upset if things suddenly tanked, and it kind of freaks me out to think of the office folk knowing that about me, even though I have no idea why.
Bah, I don't know. I have weird hangups about the people I work with. XD
Really, though, I kind of adore Nate at this point, and part of me is absolutely terrified that I'm going to fuck things up somehow. He hasn't given me any reason to worry -- far from it, really -- but I'm lame and neurotic sometimes, and I know I'm worried just because I think he's peachy keen.
And he is! He really is! When I went over yesterday, he was playing his accordion out on the porch while he waited for me (♥♥♥!), and the grin he gave me when I got out of the car and went up the walk made my heart go all melty. Oh, I've got it bad.
All things considered, I timed my sleep deprivation perfectly -- yesterday was hopelessly fucked up and busy, and tomorrow's going to be nuts because we're going live with our new electronic document management system, but today was niiiice and easy in a way I probably won't see for ages...at least, not until the assistants figure out the EDMS. *snort* I work with Luddites, I swear. If some of them had their way, we'd probably still be using the fucking abacus.
No, really, I'm serious. One of the assistants on the third floor got upset when the typewriter they use upstairs for filling out checks broke and they had to come downstairs to use our second floor one. And the reason she was upset?
The second floor typewriter has too many advanced features.
It's an electric typewriter. It stays plugged in all the time. All you have to do is feed the document in and TYPE, but no, this was too ADVANCED. I'm not ashamed to admit that my brain broke a little at that, because that was one of the stupidest fucking things I'd ever heard in my entire life. Advanced. Pfffft!
And now for the requisite Nate spazzing, just because I can:
AHHHHH FUCK FUCK FUCK I LIKE HIM SO FUCKING MUCH GAH!
Whew! Okay!
It's weird -- I don't really talk about it at work, because the only people I was close enough to squee over things with no longer work there (I squee to them over the phone now, heh), and...okay, this is going to sound dumb, but I'm infatuated with him to the point now where it makes me feel vulnerable, and I hate showing any hint of weakness or vulnerability to my coworkers. I don't know. I've spent enough time with Nate now to know that I'd be genuinely upset if things suddenly tanked, and it kind of freaks me out to think of the office folk knowing that about me, even though I have no idea why.
Bah, I don't know. I have weird hangups about the people I work with. XD
Really, though, I kind of adore Nate at this point, and part of me is absolutely terrified that I'm going to fuck things up somehow. He hasn't given me any reason to worry -- far from it, really -- but I'm lame and neurotic sometimes, and I know I'm worried just because I think he's peachy keen.
And he is! He really is! When I went over yesterday, he was playing his accordion out on the porch while he waited for me (♥♥♥!), and the grin he gave me when I got out of the car and went up the walk made my heart go all melty. Oh, I've got it bad.