Working for a living

Well, I'm back at work. Today is my second day of overtime; I took 2 3/4 hours yesterday and one hour today, in the hope of picking up a little cash and a few more calls. The thing is, in order to keep that cash, I may have to stay 'til close every night, and not take undertime even if it's offered. There's some sort of confusion about whether or not I keep overtime if I take undertime, or if the undertime comes off the overtime first. Oh well.

You know, it's a bit funny how things can work out sometimes. Yesterday, I was reading Richard Dansky's first Exalted novel of a trilogy...and I enjoyed it so much that I immediately plunked off a $45 order to Amazon for the next couple of books, and the first couple of Exalted roleplaying game books. Not two hours after that, I was awarded $20 on my cash card for a very satisfied customer earlier that day, so my order was abruptly partly-subsidized.

Well, back to work...

Communication Rumination

Spent the first fifteen minutes of lunchbreak on the phone with my friend masonk. He's currently stranded in the real world until the 14th due to an unfortunate conjunction of a family move with a recto-cranially-inverted DSL provider. It's funny how these phone conversations tend to go: you think about how you can't wait to talk to this person, it'll be nice to speak with them, and then, when you're on the line with them, all your ideas leave you and you can't come up with a darned thing to say. And then, to add insult to injury, right after you hang up you remember what you should have said!

Funny how communications protocols change over the years, along with definitions of being "out of touch." Compared to twenty years or so ago, I mean, I can communicate with him just fine. I have free long distance on my cellphone and plenty of minutes, and I get a very good reception when I call him. It's just that now my generation defines being in touch as being able to sit in the same virtual room and type messages to each other...and without that, it feels comparitively like you're stranded on a desert island. This was part of what moved me to move my computer over to my new apartment before there was even furniture there, just so there wouldn't be any snafus in getting it hooked up. (And then to go over there after work the next couple of days and sit on a chair with my keyboard in my lap while peering awkwardly down at the monitor between my legs. Ah, what fools we mortals be. :)