Title: Whiteboards, whiteboards, whiteboards!
Music du jour: Sarah McLachlan, Fumbling Towards Ecstasy
Random link o' the day: Computer
Stupidities, or Ways to Drive Your Tech Support Bob Completely
Psychotic, or Don't Try This, Okay?
Grrr. If anyone has any idea how to get the current working directory into a csh prompt -- and make it work properly -- I'd be very interested in talking to you. I don't have any of my books at work and this luser is driving me CRAZY taking up my time trying to get me to redo her prompt. No, I don't know how to do it already. Why should I waste brain cells remembering csh scripting syntax? Bleah.
Other than that...
You'll all be thrilled to know that my mission to acquire a whiteboard has been successful. The nice little guy came out to my cube last Friday with a pristine, new whiteboard for me. Unfortunately, it was the wrong kind of board for my half-height cube. However, I did not give up. I persevered. I asked the nice man what I should do. He babbled on about a 44 inch extension (my mind wandered at this point, for some reason), and disappeared. I amended my original facilities ticket and went home for the weekend.
Monday went by. No whiteboard. Tuesday morning went by. No whiteboard. Around lunchtime today, what should I see but my facilities boy, with a cart of cube partitions in tow. I leapt from my chair with a glad cry and greeted him enthusiastically. (Probably a little too enthusiastically, from the perplexed look on his face, but don't worry about that; I'm getting into this.) He hauled a rectangular extension off his cart and said, "Will this do?" And there was my sort-of-brand-new, gleaming whiteboard. Joy! He attached it to the end of my cube wall. I thanked him profusely, resisted the urge to tip him, and bounced off in search of markers. My day is now complete.
Did I ever mention it's the little things that amuse me?
And in other news, Nancy is back teaching college math again, which is what she's been wanting to do for a couple of years. I'm thrilled for her; she hasn't been able to teach full-time for too long for her own good. Things are looking up. Finally.
Looks like Mike went to pick up Trish this week and bring her back to Colorado, which I suspect means we'll be seeing a wedding here real shortly. They can't decide whether they want to get married at the Renaissance Festival or in the middle of a meadow somewhere. So we may have cute wedding pics up here at some point. :)
Home and supper. NOW.
-- marcie.