InsaneJournal

Current mood:	drained
Current music:	Evil's Toy - Angels Only

New Home, and how I could be spending more time there soon.
The move is done and done, finally. The mortgage is finally closed, Tynin has stopped chewing off his own ears, and we're all happily ensconced in our new house. The fridge is stocked, and the cupboards are full. My room is insulated against the light of day, and according to our friends at dslreports.com, we're cherry for DSL access at our new digs. As far as home life goes, all is well and well.

Work, however, is a horse of a different color. A horse thats looking me with love in it's eye, right about now. See, I made a typo in a canned response, and as a result, I could be cast out from my cubicle in disgrace. lol. As it should be. It was a one-character typo, but the consequences could be far-reaching, as this canned response was sent to over 300 clients. It should be noted, that 299 of them didn't bat an eye, but one did, and that goody-goody felt that it was his civic duty to contact the maligned, and report the mislaying of blame. See, I said "mysql" where I should have said "mssql", and now Mr. MySql himself is irate that Vertigo is blaming him for the shagging of the internet which took place a few days ago. ::sigh::

Personally, I don't think that a one-character typo is just cause to can someone, but hey, maybe that's why I'll never be management. All I hope is that should I get cock-slapped into the unemployment line by HR, that I have some warning. Just one shift with our clients, knowing that I'm not coming back. Just one night on the phones, with nothing to lose. That's all I want. That's not a lot to ask, is it?