EIGHT! Or Not.

So, to start with ...

I'm preparing myself to copy over at least some of my archives. It seemed the logical thing to do to make sure that I had this diary set up the way I wanted it to be before I did that. One of my problems is that I always put in that little thing about what I'm watching on TV and what number entry this is (because I'm OCD like that), and the other is Labels. Tags, they're called in a lot of other places.

I like the idea of the labels. But the only place to put them here on blogspot is, reasonably enough, the Labels field, and I was using that for my TV/entry #. So I took about an hour and a half last night and tidied that all up and got it set the way I want it. I wish I could put a tag cloud at the bottom of my page, because those are cool, and maybe there's a widget that'll do it -- I'll have to search -- but for now, there's a list.

I figured out that I would have to copy over 20 entries from dland every day all summer to get them all done. Hmmm. Thinking, thinking.

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So, eight! days to go. But not really. Today was simply a day of insanity, all of it having to do with this new library software. Altogether, I was at my desk in the high school for a little over an hour; all the other time was either at a meeting at the central office or it was my lunch period. We were on speaker phone with the representative of the software company, who kept saying things like "And then our next meeting, via Microsoft Live-Something or other, will be on Friday, from 1 to 4" and "We'll be conferencing with you on Monday, in two 90 minute sessions," and so on. And, it seems, on the first day of vacation. But I only have to be there for an hour or so in the morning, which I guess isn't a big deal, but come on! It's as if these people don't know we actually have other jobs here that we're doing. I was waiting for her to schedule a meeting for next Thursday evening -- they're on Central Time -- during graduation.

So in a sense, I'm back up to Nine!, but I'm still counting it as Eight! because I do have most of that last day off, and if I don't have to be there until 9.00, I can get a start on my summer sleep schedule. And the following week, we have two day-long training sessions with these people, live and in person, and they told us today that each one is a 7 hour session, plus an hour lunch. Long days, but we get paid extra for that, since it's a summer workshop for us. I wonder how much that is? Hey, I'll check my contract when I'm finished here; it'll tell me in there.

After the crazy day, I went mall shopping with the Sibs for girly stuff -- we got samples at Sephora, she got mary-jane Crocs -- and then dinner. And now, I just got back from a wake.

I have a good buddy at school who's actually been there longer than I have by a couple of years; I've gone on many class trips with him and so on, and his father passed away after a long, horrible illness. Not cancer. This lovely gentleman had a stroke years ago, before either of my parents died, and then broke a hip, and became a completely different person. He's become violent and hostile, among other things. And it's been years. So he's at peace, finally, and hopefully now his family will be too. And his son, my pal, is having surgery on Friday.

You know what Roseanne Roseannadanna said:



It's always something.


watching Friends :: entry #1493