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huggeroftreesAt last! My umbilical cord to the internet is reconnected! (Thank you Wexford public library, you beautiful beautiful people).
But before I update you on the interesting highpoints of the week I must first tell you this thing. This wonderful amazing thing.
IT'S SNOWING! In Ireland! Real honest to goodness snow! With the pretty and the white stuff falling from the sky and the pitching and the making of bigfoot tracks through pristine carpets of crunchy squeeky fluff. In conclusion: Snow.
Thanks to a lovely man and his landrover and his impulse to take pity on the poor hitchhiker at the side of the road I have managed to get into town. Thank you random man! I hope you and your lovely polite kids get to make brilliant snowmen this afternoon. May good karma follow you.
Town is deserted (and slushy) and the people who run the delightful cafe with wifi couldn't get in so I was forced to find cafeination elsewhere. Also hence library net access. But hey, it's still access! *huggles her net access*
Anyway, you don't care about my insanity and childlike love of frozen precipitation. Onto the week.
This week has mostly been as follows.
Monday: Big Boss say "You! Data Peons! Put Data in Database."
Data slaves obey.
Tuesday: Data slaves enter data into database. Temperatures plumet. Data peons request a heater.
Wednesday: Data peons start to complain about the boredom associated with entering the data into the database. Data peons are flicked merrily about the back of the head and sent back to work.
Thursday: The complaints of the Data peons become more vocalised. One Data peon (yours truely) is presented with illegible scrawl and encouraged to decipher it as well as entering it into the database. Comparisons with Egyptians and "bricks without straw" are made. Data peon is distracted by a trip to the ballet.
Friday: Data peons embrace that Friday feeling. Boss is fortunately too busy to notice.
Oh, and you have not experienced Romeo and Juliet until you go to the ballet version with an 8-year old two seats down who exclaims in shock and surprise "Juliet's coming back!!!" at that vital moment in the crypt scene. Bless. All the miming with the bottle and the pretend choking obviously went totally over her head. I had to stuff my sleeve into my mouth for a good five minutes to muffle the hysterical laughter so as not to ruin the final death scene. We were still laughing on the way home.
But before I update you on the interesting highpoints of the week I must first tell you this thing. This wonderful amazing thing.
IT'S SNOWING! In Ireland! Real honest to goodness snow! With the pretty and the white stuff falling from the sky and the pitching and the making of bigfoot tracks through pristine carpets of crunchy squeeky fluff. In conclusion: Snow.
Thanks to a lovely man and his landrover and his impulse to take pity on the poor hitchhiker at the side of the road I have managed to get into town. Thank you random man! I hope you and your lovely polite kids get to make brilliant snowmen this afternoon. May good karma follow you.
Town is deserted (and slushy) and the people who run the delightful cafe with wifi couldn't get in so I was forced to find cafeination elsewhere. Also hence library net access. But hey, it's still access! *huggles her net access*
Anyway, you don't care about my insanity and childlike love of frozen precipitation. Onto the week.
This week has mostly been as follows.
Monday: Big Boss say "You! Data Peons! Put Data in Database."
Data slaves obey.
Tuesday: Data slaves enter data into database. Temperatures plumet. Data peons request a heater.
Wednesday: Data peons start to complain about the boredom associated with entering the data into the database. Data peons are flicked merrily about the back of the head and sent back to work.
Thursday: The complaints of the Data peons become more vocalised. One Data peon (yours truely) is presented with illegible scrawl and encouraged to decipher it as well as entering it into the database. Comparisons with Egyptians and "bricks without straw" are made. Data peon is distracted by a trip to the ballet.
Friday: Data peons embrace that Friday feeling. Boss is fortunately too busy to notice.
Oh, and you have not experienced Romeo and Juliet until you go to the ballet version with an 8-year old two seats down who exclaims in shock and surprise "Juliet's coming back!!!" at that vital moment in the crypt scene. Bless. All the miming with the bottle and the pretend choking obviously went totally over her head. I had to stuff my sleeve into my mouth for a good five minutes to muffle the hysterical laughter so as not to ruin the final death scene. We were still laughing on the way home.
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on 2010-11-28 12:52 am (UTC)Re: the snow - ZOMG AWESOME. Is it perfect and white and fluffy like in the movies? I WANT SNOW DAMMIT.
I do like the summary of the data peons, and look forward to hearing more about their adventures. Also data peons deserve a tag. *nods wisely*