We're still working short, and I was on the console today. That doesn't mean that I get to sit down much, though, it means that I answer the phone a whole lot. And that wears me out.

What amazes me is the seemingly-perpetual question: "When is Mr/s X going to get done?" and my answer always wants to be, "As soon as I can quit answering this *&$%# phone and get to work, dummy!" but I've resisted up until now. I. Just. Don't. Think. That. I. Will. Be. Able. To. Resist. Forever.

I just hope that I don't get fired when I finally do cave in.

Anyway, I went in at 08:00 so another tech could get some outside work done, since this afternoon was supposed to be (and actually was, I heard) pretty nice weather. So I had to stay until 16:30, normally no big deal.

Except that the late tech had a doctor appointment at 14:30, so he left at 14:15; and then I let the other guy go too, thinking that the other guy would be back shortly, and there were only two more patients on the schedule.

Well, the other guy got back at 16:30. In the meantime, I accumulated five extra patients, and I ran my butt off getting them all done. O'well.

And I haven't made any progress on my #1 computer, haven't even messed with it. What I most likely will do is just buy another motherboard and CPU when we can afford it, I guess.

For some reason or another, I'm really feeling down lately, just a dysphoria without a name or number or forwarding address. I'm thinking that maybe it has to do with the cessation of drinking, and the impending cessation of smoking.

Speaking of which... the tech that I took call for last Friday night bought me a ten-dollar cigar as a thank-you. And right now, that's the only cigar that I have left, and I think that I'll go smoke it when I've got this entry posted. Then I'll go to bed and smoke no more.

Which reminds me of the old joke: Guy in a bar talking to a potential: HIM:Do you smoke after sex? HER:I dunno, I never looked.

I'll leave you with that one.