The Zoo over Ambuscade Street

AnimeTen is getting a few copies of the Last Exile: Aerial Log artbook. I'm so thrilled.

Not so thrilled to be at work, where I had five billion spam messages waiting for me (Ok, it was eight, but since I didn't ever get any under the old email system it's a bit annoying). Either someone inside the NMCI network has sold the entire address list, or it's accessable from the outside. NMCI Motto: We'll piss you off so nobody else has to.

I go interview for the other position today, but from the sounds of it it's going to be a one year rotation, and I'm not sure I can get approval to go. We'll see. I really want something permanently away from here where I can get away from people who just want to play politics for a living. There are those everywhere, but they're getting more concentrated here of late. Sigh.

I have just been invited to the Great Wolf Lodge in Kansas City for a week in March, free of charge. My first thought was that I can't afford to take the leave, which was followed shortly by "Fuck 'em." Especially after Fucktard felt compelled to declare in the morning meeting that I would have to find someone to take care of his work, as he's just too damn busy. Luckily, I wasn't there, I only heard about it from Fu-Master, who doesn't understand that when someone says "fine, now drop it," that you should stop talking about the subject at hand.

If Buck would ever show up to his desk I could use his assistance, since that's supposedly what he was hired to do over here, but I've seen him once for a half hour this week thus far. Since I've been chained to my desk, god only knows where he's been.

Boss Man's going to get an earful next week. As is our Supervisor, if I can ever catch him in his office. If I need backup, I damnwell expect it. You leave me hanging in the wind, and I'll happily sabotage everything I can every step of the way. Me, vindictive? Nah. But I won't play political games when someone isn't doing the work they're supposed to do and tripling my workload as a result.

Erik's now going to be permanent early unit, which means our wake-up time is going to be 3:15AM. I don't technically have to get up at the same time, but it's not like I'd be getting any more sleep in that last hour. And I get more done in the mornings before Certain Disruptive Influences show up.

Grrrr...I need a vacation where I'm not incapacitated in some way.

"I say that such problems will never be solved by the meek. In a sense the meek have already inherited the earth, and we can thank them for most of its troubles. Christ called them sheep — that was appropriate. "

--Wolf Time, Lars Wahler

I can't figure out what this book is about yet. But it's certainly going in strange directions, as the quote above illustrates.