Thursday : First day back at work after an unpaid and all too brief vacation. Accounting demands variance reports same day with The Boss out, meaning unpleasantness when he returns.

Friday : Xeno leaves Pittsburgh at ~1pm. By 5pm the temperature has dropped 24 degrees and it is raining. The next three days will be uncharacteristically hot and humid.

Sunday : Find out between three and four friends of mine may well be disappearing to Miami in August. First I've heard of this, though it's been in the works for months. I've been working with them on some projects- their pending disappearance means that my role in the work gets scaled up at exactly the same time I intend to get rolling on ATC again. I am not amused. This has the potential to alter my living situation, to say nothing of increasing the demands on my free time. Irritation at the sudden change of situation induces extreme mental instability, bitchiness, claustrophobia. Drink it off. Realize rent will be paid late this month.

Monday : I roll into work to find that my workstation has been unplugged from the UPS, the secondary UPS that parts of it were plugged into has been completely drained, and the machine refuses to boot. Symptoms indicate failed logic board. Run machine out to Mac Outfitters in Cranberry. It's 45 minutes one way, and we had to shell out 150$ to "rush" the machine diagnosis. To say nothing of repairs. Theraputic in the sense that Smith and I bitched about the size of the ass that Pittsburgh sucks all the way out and most of the way back. I'm out a workstation and all data for an indefinite period of time. All Work work has been backed up. The freelance I've been working on over the course of several Saturday evenings has not been, however, and this does not sit well with me. Return to work at 4:40pm, brief supervisor, duplicate MO work order, leave post on division blog detailing steps taken and present disposition of workstation. Check email at 4:50, with the equivalents of "whazzap!" from the MPU and a "why didn't you call?!" from the FPU. It would appear that the 'rents read mercury and that the walls have teeth.

The loss of idoru means that my work schedule is effectively lobotomized until the machine is repaired and returned, resulting in two short weeks in a row. One fuck of a pay cut. I am not pleased.