I now have a phone and internet access at work. I also spent over 2 hours today watching the video from the focus group–my main goal was to pull relevant quotes out, which I accomplished, so now tomorrow I can draft the report, maybe. It also looks like I may be accompanying BossMan to Nebraska City a couple of evenings over the next few weeks to help out with focus groups there, too. We’ll see about that. If so, though, that means comp time for Natalie.
Our across-the-hall neighbor got yet another package that was left with us; I took it over a little while ago, and he opened it up and said there was a little something in there for us, in appreciation. I’m assuming he meant in appreciation of us holding his packages for him, which is no big deal at all. At any rate, he bought us a cat toy–specifically, one of those laser pointer things. Peaby, so far, is not impressed. He’s much happier with his new cat brush. With the amount of hair coming off him, it’s amazing that there is any cat under there.
Messed around with Access at lot today–that is one evil, evil, evil program. God. It shouldn’t be so difficult to create a report that pulls two fields of data from two tables. As it is, it’s like I have to create ten bazillion queries, and all sorts of other things just so I can have a report with four pieces of data on it. [insert picture of Natalie banging head against wall or desk here]
Prufrock is off teaching right now; I’ve decided that I’m going to change my Weight Watchers meeting to Saturday mornings for the duration of him teaching Wednesday nights–I think I will have to switch to the center on the south side of town, though. I just cannot deal with the woman who does the Saturday morning meetings at my regular center.
AN HOUR OR SO LATER…
Just got off the phone with various family members. My father left my stepmother on Tuesday, leaving her a note saying he wanted out of the marriage and that he would contact her via email in a month. Upon further investigation, I find out from my cousin Kristine that he has gone to Russia. To visit one of his Internet chippies who is younger than I am, but who he sees as daughters, I presume. Right. Kristine has instruction to hit him upside the head when he gets back. She said he appeared sane, but preoccupied. My stepmother seems to be holding up well,a nd indicated to me that things had been deteriorating since about last June, which was basically the last time he worked. He left the dog behind, and she’s 12 years old. I told Chris that I would drive out there to get the dog if no one else was able to take her because I would be damned if she was going to be put down because no one would want her. I can have a dog here, and while it’s not really fair to a dog to confine one to an apartment, if that is what I have to do, that’s what I have to do.
My father is a fucking lunatic.
And with that, I’m done for the moment. I’m feeling rather shellshocked and I can’t seem to stop shaking. And I feel like I’m going to cry at any moment.