I have one more day left at work! I’m also down to two projects. Both of them are manuals. One is in the final editing stage and I got a lot of feedback on it today from the guys. The next is my great file compiling project, which turned into a ‘great file compiling project’ and ‘reformatting all titles, headings, etc.’ My supervisor reminded me today that he expects for me to get it done by tomorrow at 4:30pm. It’s currently at 87 pages. I fully expect it to be close to 250 pages by tomorrow. And while it may seem super easy since I’m ‘compiling’ already-made documents. And it should be. But… like all things that we think are super easy, it’s just not. My goodness. 250 pages. I hope they won’t expect me to print it out, I can just direct them to where it is.

I’ll be bringing the digital camera to work tomorrow so I can get shots of people (yay) and of the rainy, rainy day that it will most likely be tomorrow. Plus the supervisor, mother, director and myself are going out for lunch tomorrow, which will be nice.

Now I’m listening to a CBC Radio interview with people from Avenue Q. Oh Trekkie Monster, how I love thee, you porn-obsessed monster.

Today started off marvelously! After my morning meeting (8:30am-10:00am), I got three of my ten projects completed (as in signed off by a manager). Which is pretty awesome considering that the clock is ticking on the amount of time that I have left at work (24 more work hours!). So I’m down to seven projects. M is coming back from vacation tomorrow, and once he gets back, J, H and himself can sit down and discuss four of my projects and I’m hoping that he signs off on three of the four tomorrow so I can get down to four total.

But apparently lately they’ve been short on operators due to the fact that people keep on going on vacation. L wanted H to assign me to be an operator full time. Thankfully, H (knowing how many outstanding projects I have left to finish by 4:30pm on Friday) put his foot down on that. Instead, I will be a operating from 11:00am-12:00pm tomorrow, Thursday and Friday. Which isn’t bad. I’ll just be helping covering lunch breaks for the other people and then be taking my own lunch break from 12:00-12:30pm. But she actually wanted me on it full time. Which was is stupid. But then again, L’s not the one that needs to sign off on my projects, J, M and H are. Therefore she thinks I don’t actually do much at work. Gee, thank you very much for that assessment. Mostly because she thinks I spend a lot of time ‘chatting’ with the guys on the floor. Well, yes, L, that’s what I do when I’m trying to find out information so I can write manuals to make your life easier! Hey, fancy that. Besides, I’m pretty much the cheapest manual writer that they’re ever going to find considering everyone else at work (and I do mean everyone) makes more than I do.

Ahem, enough about that. I had D show me how to use this program that the techs at work use. He was showing me how all the buttons work and how the program functions (it’s severely messed up, half the time the images don’t show up on the buttons on the computer screen). S comes in and then starts talking to D, which is perfectly fine and all. Then he grabs the back of the chair that I’m sitting on and spins it. Normally this would have been fine. Except I wasn’t ready for it at all and I was sitting with my legs crossed, so one foot was sticking out a bit. And then suddenly I stop spinning. Why? Well, see, the desk that the computer is on is one of those desks that has an empty space in the middle underneath the tabletop and two sets of drawers on either side. My ankle hit the corner of the metal drawers. I couldn’t walk properly for an hour. I end up hobbling and S went to get me an ice pack for my ankle, which I ended up sitting oddly in the room where I normally work. I had to turn the chair such that I could proper my leg up on a stack of shopping baskets (yay for using the products made at work for something positive!) with the ice pack draped over my ankle while I was typing and working. Let’s just say that I got a lot of funny looks when people came in. Mostly people were asking “What did you do?” and then there was the occasional “What on earth did you do this time?” and “What did you trip over today, Michelle?”

Okay, I’m sorry that I’m so damn clumsy sometimes. I really don’t mean it. And could you please stop bringing it up? Just because I trip like a million times at work doesn’t mean that you need to keep on asking what I did to myself this time. I’m tripped and fallen into people like so many times at work this summer it’s not even funny anymore. Actually, some people find it incredibly funny and love to bring it up. I’m sorry that the door to the office where I work is slightly elevated and there’s a metal rim that sticks out three inches above floor level, okay? I’m sorry I keep on tripping over the crap that people leave lying around.

Only three more work days.

My internet decided it would do the polite thing and spazz at me, which was beyond annoying considering I have things to do, people to chat with, blog entries to write. The Boy told me yesterday that I spend entirely too much time on the computer. I paused when he told me this and then just smiled and went “And you spend too much time playing video games.” He laughs and goes “This is true. We’ll never end up fighting over something, awesome.” Oh, he makes me smile sometimes.

Four more days of work! It was pretty okay today, actually. I did a lot of reading, I put a lot of things in the proper order that I will have to go over with S over the next few days. I have a meeting tomorrow morning with D and H so that, hopefully, D approves everything so I can get five of my ten projects completed before the end of the work day tomorrow. I’m really hoping he’s good with everything that I have so far, so I can actually get things done. If he doesn’t like it, that’s fine too. I mean, I just won’t get it done. Psssh, not my fault he went off on a business trip for a week and a half (when he got the files a week before that and could have read it and gotten the feedback back to me before he left).

But in other news, I went to my local library today. It’s closing for renovations until sometime in January, so any books that are taken out before it closes can be out until February 1st. Which is pretty awesome. Especially since I’m borrowing all the books I need for my British Literature class and I almost have all of them, I’m just waiting for one that needs to be returned to the library soon (it’s overdue). Then the only thing I need to buy for that course is the custom course material. Oh well, we’ll see how it goes. I mean, if it’s only one book, I wouldn’t mind that much usually. But then there’s me, going to be buying three sets of new textbooks and then getting some used ones (hopefully) for my vertebrate biology course. Go me!

Is it weird that I can get more work done when my supervisor isn’t there than when he is? It may make me sound like I wish he wasn’t there more often, but there’s a simple reason for all of this. In the quality assurance department, while I’m working there, there are three people working the room. There are three computers. Sounds simple, yes? However, the computer that I am generally stuck on is older than dirt, the monitor will randomly turn itself off throughout the day, the keyboard buttons all stick, the mouse buttons do not always response and the computer itself will sometimes disconnect itself from the network drives. So we usually play musical computers. And if my supervisor isn’t there, I can spend the entire day at his computer terminal. Which means playing less musical computers and doing a bit more work.

And speaking of work, I have five more work days and ten more projects. That’s right, it went from thirteen to ten because someone higher than my boss decided that my work was ‘excellent’ and signed off on it so now I’m down to ten projects! Ten projects, five days… Four that cannot get finalized until after Wednesday… This should be a cakewalk!

I’m actually looking forward to work being done because that means I’m going back to school. And it just feels like forever since I’ve set foot on campus, even though I did take a summer course. And the best part about today? I found out that I’m eligible to apply for my university’s nursing school/program for the September 2009 start! I sent an email asking about it, including the fact that by their final deadline, I will have had all of the prerequisites (there’s only two courses needed) completed and I will have 50 credits (they require a minimum of 48 credits). And I’m eligible! They’ll be looking at the last 30 credits that I took for my application GPA only and I’m going to be eligible for application! I’m so happy and relieved and otherwise ecstatic that my life isn’t thrown too far off track by how poorly I did last year. So I shall be applying for three different nursing schools (you know, if you want a higher chance of catching fish, you have to cast a larger net… or whatever).

I have six more work days. D gets back in town from a business trip to Florida tomorrow so hopefully on Monday or Tuesday, H and I can set up a meeting with him so that I can get to work on the five projects I have related to sales (and revolve around him). Three of my projects are being put on hold until J, M, H and myself can sit down for a meeting (first possible time is Wednesday August 27th). So that is eight of twelve that I cannot touch at the moment. Then there’s the two that I am currently actively working on. Which brings the total up to ten. Then there is one that just got signed off. I’m being completely serious, I actually had something finalized and signed off on. Finally! And pretty much everything except for about…. oh, seven of them aren’t in the final-writing-stages. Which is a pain in the ass for me since I have six more work days to complete it all. And three that are in the final writing stages won’t get touched until next Wednesday. Which would leave me three work days to pull a rabbit and completed manuals out of my ass.

I’ve been watching Instant Star lately. Watched most of seasons one, two and three and now I’m onto season four (the last season). Does anyone else watch Instant Star? I love the music.

Update on my ears, which have been pierced for twelve days, are healing nicely - as far I as can tell. They’ve stopped hurting (thank goodness) and my ears are only ever sore when something/someone touches them or when I roll onto my side in my sleep. I’ve been very diligent in terms of keeping them clean since the last thing I want is for my ears to get infected (and for my father to pull out the ‘I told you so…’).