Not too bad of a night. Busy the first part, slack the second half. I was able to get some work done on revising an old DOS Foxplus program for film processor QA; getting it to run on Foxpro. I'm pretty rusty on my database programming.
Karen got the Saab Thursday, drove it to work yesterday. She drove it home. Lacee and Packy came over, and she took Packy to Kindercare for a sleep-over. I took a shower and heard the phone ringing. It rang again when I got out of the shower... it was Karen, she and Lacee were stranded. No reverse gear. A $2100.00 transmission. Pissed, we were. I went to get her, and we pushed to Saab out of the parking place and she drove it home. Drive works OK, it just don't go backwards. Back to the shop on Monday!
About 06:15 I heard a commotion out in the hallway by xray. I tried to decide whether to investigate or not, but my curiosity got the better of me. A security guard had a young woman down on the floor, and she was more than he could handle, so I jumped in and helped him. She was a mental patient who had wandered in off of the street, incoherently ranting and trying to get people to read a paper that was filled with gibberish. Very unpleasant. She was a nice-looking, fairly well-dressed girl, about 25 I'd guess. The police finally got there and took her away. I'll probably never find out exactly what happened to her, what this was all about. Part of the gibberish went something like sex=csection=baby=abortion. Another paper was filled with numbers, nicely ruled in boxes, like some really impressive formula. But absolutely meaningless to my poor mind. I'm sure that it represented the discovery of the millennium to her, though. Wow.
Another short one...
Well, not that long, then. I got up earlier that I wanted to again, so I thought I'd add some more here today, save some of tomorrow's space. Actually, I'm bored, and needed something to do. Had a weird dream this afternoon... walking around picking up money. Tens, twenties, hundreds, even some ones. Some of them torn, wonder what that's all about?;-} the torn part, I mean. The general meaning is obvious... I'm greedy!
Speaking of things that I am... I am an INTP. This has a whole long list of stuff that is associated with it. I don't know about the accuracy, but it's interesting to read. Most of my scores were relatively in the middle... 35%, 70%, like that. No extremes. I would hate to think that I'm an extremist. No, just wishy-washy. Middle of the road. That's me, all right.
One more ten-hour shift, then three twelves. Then off. Looking forward to being off, nothing planned for this week off. And it's labor day, too. Damn, the summer is gone. Gone again. The summers are getting to be like that more and more. And the falls, the springs... the winters linger forever, though. But the days and months fly. Damn. Slow it down, somebody. I still gotta lotta fishin' to do!
I'm goin' back to bed for an hour before I go back to work...
'til tomorrow....
Again...tomorrow...