I started off being woken up at 5 by the cats, demanding food. I stumbled up and fed them, then went back to bed. I woke up a bit later, and got onto the internet to book a trip to Iceland for my 40th (eep!) birthday in September. And now there's a new requirement that you have to enter certain security information, like your passport number, before you can book the ticket.
Only I couldn't find my passport. I could remember it on the table before I moved out, and I found the things that had been around it on the table before I moved out, but I couldn't find the actual plastic envelope containing my passport. And I still haven't found it, so I might not be able to go until I replace it.
And GODDAMMIT, I WANT TO BE LYING IN A VOLCANIC POOL (perhaps with a Viking) ON MY 40TH BIRTHDAY.
So then I get to work, later than I had intended (there's no "late" since I'm paid by the hour and as long as I do my time, they're cool, but the passport search took time) and I sign into my computer. Only I try to get onto the internet and there's a big ol' ACCESS DENIED along with a message about personal computer use. Nothing. Nada. Not even email access.
Now, I couldn't quite be sure whether or not I'd been specifically targeted for this treatment, since I'd received no email warning me of a policy change, plus the guy next to me had a bare-bones version of CNN running, so I figured the writing was on the wall for me. So I didn't say anything to the three guys I work with, who all get in at some ungodly hour of the morning, like 5:30 or 7:30 (I had to be at work at 7 for two years, and it was way harder than doing the 11-7 graveyard shift, even if I did develop a crush on Axl Rose that summer because he was the only man near my age I ever saw and "Sweet Child O'Mine" was on heavy rotation on MTV. Back when they played videos. And on heavy rotation. Hey, I said I was 40 this year, right?). I mean, if they were trying to get rid of me, why should I say anything?
Oh, and to make things worse, I found out my iPod battery had given out, so no music, either.
While I thought I had been targeted without a prior talking-to, I was really pissed. Then I found out that the ban was, in fact, universal and my co-worker had been able to access CNN through a loophole that had since closed. We're working on trying to get our email sites approved.
And then I found out that my piece with Liss in the Guardian had been published! And all was right with the world again.
Though I have to be sure to charge up my iPod battery before I go back to work.
Only I couldn't find my passport. I could remember it on the table before I moved out, and I found the things that had been around it on the table before I moved out, but I couldn't find the actual plastic envelope containing my passport. And I still haven't found it, so I might not be able to go until I replace it.
And GODDAMMIT, I WANT TO BE LYING IN A VOLCANIC POOL (perhaps with a Viking) ON MY 40TH BIRTHDAY.
So then I get to work, later than I had intended (there's no "late" since I'm paid by the hour and as long as I do my time, they're cool, but the passport search took time) and I sign into my computer. Only I try to get onto the internet and there's a big ol' ACCESS DENIED along with a message about personal computer use. Nothing. Nada. Not even email access.
Now, I couldn't quite be sure whether or not I'd been specifically targeted for this treatment, since I'd received no email warning me of a policy change, plus the guy next to me had a bare-bones version of CNN running, so I figured the writing was on the wall for me. So I didn't say anything to the three guys I work with, who all get in at some ungodly hour of the morning, like 5:30 or 7:30 (I had to be at work at 7 for two years, and it was way harder than doing the 11-7 graveyard shift, even if I did develop a crush on Axl Rose that summer because he was the only man near my age I ever saw and "Sweet Child O'Mine" was on heavy rotation on MTV. Back when they played videos. And on heavy rotation. Hey, I said I was 40 this year, right?). I mean, if they were trying to get rid of me, why should I say anything?
Oh, and to make things worse, I found out my iPod battery had given out, so no music, either.
While I thought I had been targeted without a prior talking-to, I was really pissed. Then I found out that the ban was, in fact, universal and my co-worker had been able to access CNN through a loophole that had since closed. We're working on trying to get our email sites approved.
And then I found out that my piece with Liss in the Guardian had been published! And all was right with the world again.
Though I have to be sure to charge up my iPod battery before I go back to work.
