Yesterday I said, shoulders bent, arms limp: "I feel like this day has been pounding me like a mallet."

Remember how I used to complain and complain and complain about the accounting system at work and was so happy when we got a new one and it turned out that the new system was about a squillion times worse that the old one ever even considered being?

Similarly, we should have appreciated Bat Girl while we were fortunate enough to have her, as she was a joy and a treat compared to her replacement.

Not that she is a mean person, but in terms of a working environment, she's polishing up the thumbscrews, and AP is now directly under her supervision rather than Linus', so we're really feeling it.

For instance, just having the purchase order to attach to the invoice isn't enough--we now also need the packing slip. Of course, we'd been doing that all along, but if we had not gotten it from Phoenix or LA or whatever before paying, it never particularly concerned us.

Not any more! Those halcyon days are over! Now, we have to hunt down that packing slip before we can pay a penny, which means that we are paying out even slower than ever.

I mean, of course it makes sense to make certain that we have received an item before paying for said item, in theory at any rate. But when you consider the hundreds and hundreds of invoices, and the fact that having purchase orders is supposed to speed things along...

Sigh...

And the guy that was supposed to start this week just plain didn't show up, which means that he's the second person to quit AP before their first day! I wonder if they are getting psychic flashes, and, if so, where was mine before I started here? I've been gypped!

After work I trundled over to rehearsal.

We were supposed to stage the fight then run scenes, but the fight director had to come at 8p instead of 7p, so at 8p those of us not fighting were sent out to run lines (the stage manager was firmly sent right out after me to drill with me) for 40 minutes, Sharon's estimate of how long they would need.

Two hours later, we were let go.

I, of course, had vaguely noticed that one of the actors involved found it very difficult to take blocking properly--when directed to move on a certain line, he would move before it, he would move after it, he couldn't manage to move when he was told to move.

Now, that doesn't work in stage fighting. Everything must be very precise, very exact, and it crossed my mind that it just might be an uphill battle.

After we were all sent home and I went back into the room to get my coat, Jim, the fight choreographer, was saying "Now, when he gets behind you, you need to be up on that leg. No, not that leg! What leg have you been on all this time?" So, I had a pretty good idea of what had taken two hours...

So basically, after a difficult day at work, I actually had a pretty relaxing rehearsal!

Then, when I got home I had a lovely parcel waiting for me from The Gap!

I had ordered a pair of jeans, since I badly needed a pair (my now old pair is getting those rips between the legs that signal the need for replacement) and two pairs of leggings.

Tried on the jeans, they fit perfectly (man, I'm never trying on a pair of jeans in the store again!), then I tried on my new Pro Fleece leggings, and couldn't bear the thought of taking them off again, not even to try on my black Lycra leggings!

They are literally the most wonderful things I have ever put on my legs! Soft, comfy, flattering, toasty warm when I went outside to take the garbage out, yet totally comfortable in my warm apartment!

I may never take them off. I may bathe in them.

Columbine mentioned me about fifty times in yesterday's entry, and I wrote teasing that she called me a "small celebrity". She answered: "I knew I could mention you five or six times in the course of a postcard and not have it go to your head ...."

And I said: "I figure that it's exactly what I deserve and don't know why every entry of every diary doesn't go on at great length about me! I think it would pretty much improve the internet as a whole."

Ego? What ego?

Today is Nik's 30th birthday!

I am, of course, thrilled, since we are now in the same fucking decade. I spent all yesterday going back to Shipping, saying:

"It's the last day of your twenties!"
"Only eight and a half more hours to be in your twenties!"
"Five hours and twenty minutes left, enjoy it while you can!"
"Today is the last day you can say 'Never trust anyone over the age of 30!'"

His only response, of course, is "No matter how old I get, you'll always be four years older!"

Happy birthday, sweetie! Remember, your twenties may have sucked, but at least you were young! From now on it's just that long slow slide to death!

Today's horoscope:
A strong desire for justice motivates you today. Competitive interactions are possible, but you can choose to be charming instead.

One year ago today:
"THAT is Yahoo Internet Life, THAT is me, and THAT is my web site!"

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