Pea Double You

Password fails at work. I had to open up an app, and when I did, I had to change my password because I’ve had been a few months, so I entered a new password didn’t think of it until this morning, when I tried to enter it, it did not take variations on that theme. It did not take, I’m still able to get work done, but now I’m contacting my manager, who probably thinks I’m an old fart who can’t remember shit, and I guess I am.

So the password situation got better a bit, but it’s still mostly the same, and I’m trying to connect with the help desk, and each email I send to the help desk winds up in the outbox, where it sits because I can’t connect to my mail. It’s a vicious cycle.

I contacted my counselor from the agency that placed me under this fruit tree, but she wasn’t much help, so I’m trying to contact their help desk as well, and those emails wind up in the outbox.

I don’t know if I’m a Luddite or what?

So, in some downtime while waiting for responses to emails that are never sent, I checked my Facebook and I noticed that the former owner of Maxwell’s is talking about a documentary that is being made or what have you, and since nobody’s asked me about it directly, I’m not going to do anything about it.

Does it burn? Not really, but it stings.

I’m just not having a good day today. It’s a whole bunch of little things that are piling up.
It’s not good for my mental health, but then again, what is?

Mike is going to the Eagle tomorrow, it’s jockstrap night. I don’t want to know about it. Mike stated that he wished I could go with him, but I think my days of going to gay bars are over. I’ve never had any luck from going to Feathers in River Edge to going to the Eagle the other day. Each time, I am alienated from my misfit brethren. And I just don’t have time for that.

It’s borderline sadness for me today. I see it on the horizon, which is getting closer and closer.
C’est la vie I suppose. It’s just that kind of day as we approach the end of August, which is not a good feeling for me anyway.

Yancey is expected to be in my office tomorrow morning, which I am dreading somewhat, so it could make things easier with him around and getting online with the mail. Perhaps he will be understanding and helpful, and a part of me thinks he is getting fed up with this situation that occurs with me every couple of months.

I am getting fed up with this situation that happens to me every couple of months.
Of course, I am hesitant to say it, but I slept really well last night and was awoken this morning by the alarm clock. Usually, I wake up before the alarm clock, but not this morning. I slept incredibly well and soundly, and part of me feels that having to write that right now jeopardizes what might happen this evening.