Hail, Hail! More Water!
\\I am having an ecru sort of day. Meh.\\
I managed to wrap up another small project at work: I formatted and appended, creating a 27-page long document with merge fields inserted in myriad spots within text and superimposed on images of forms, complete with accompanying spreadsheet with source fields. I'm glad it's finished. Hopefully, the time I spent adjusting margins and formatting text will save 9 stitches in the long run.
Meanwhile, the expense report database has been neglected, and the reports to be logged are piling up. I am running about a month behind in entering them--though that sounds more dismal than it really is, since I started on the project about a month into the year. It's just a matter of catching up.
Speaking of which, I am only about 50 files into the 2,800 I have to rename to make them all match the new format and elminate duplicates.
\\Sigh.\\ It's good to be busy, and to be working, but I have so much that I haven't even begun to do, and I'm still just a temp.
We got a splendid storm this afternoon, which set in just as I left work. I love storms, and this one combined all of the characteristics of natural beauty for me: driving rain, wind, hail, sudden bursts of lightning, and quickly collected pools on the pavement. My joy in this spectacle was diminished by the fact that I had to drive through it to get to Wes, and everyone in Arizona seems to drive like an utter dipshit when it rains. Some moron ran a red light to turn into my lane as I drove through an intersection, forcing me to test out the anti-lock brakes on my poor car--as well as those on the vehicle behind me. I was too busy avoiding a collision to display the finger, but I yelled plenty at no one in particular.
I was grateful for the lack of vehicles on the south-bound 51, after that. The newly-widened lanes are the pale shade of cement, and blend nicely with the painted lines dividing the lanes, when wet. I couldn't tell what freaking lane I was in until I hit the exit. I'm pretty sure a new Beetle passed me on the shoulder, at one point.
I'm finally getting a haircut next week. It's going to cost me around $50, which kind of sucks, but isn't too bad. It's one of those friend of a friend deals, so I feel less worried. I still hate the whole situation, though. You have to pay $50 for something that 1) can't be quickly changed, if you hate it; and 2) you won't know whether or not you like it until it's already happened--regardless, the price stands. Man, I wish I looked better bald.
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