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My iPod woke me an hour early this morning, at three bleeping thirty am with the low bass chanting of the Maha Mrityunjaya Mantra. Not knowing that i was off by an hour i dozed through my doze half hour, Greycie Loo hogging the blanket, with work concerns slowly replacing my dreams. After a while i sat up and focussed on my breath, expecting the "time to get up" alarm to go off any moment. Finally, i looked at my phone. It was fifteen minutes before the chanting was supposed to start. I stared at the two different glowing devices in the gloom: iPod says 5:15 (and if so, i needed to be making tea and reading work email before the 6 am call), phone says 4:15 (and if so i should be SOUND ASLEEP). By the time i'd figured out which device was lying, and Christine had set the clock (settings were different from my previous generation older iPod), i had about a half hour when i could still sleep, and so i tried to sleep, but not too deeply.
During the call, i tried using the category function to label an email. Whenever i used the category, it also marked the email as spam. When i said it wasn't spam, the category disappeared. I'd used the category in the past week since switching to Entourage from Citrix-wrapped Outlook (which started crashing every time i turn around). I diddle a bit and get a message that that the file folders are out of sync and instructions on clearing the cache.
It turns out, clearing the cache clears actual messages, the categories and project flagging, and all the messages are pulled fresh over from the exchange server.
There are no curse words that quite capture my ire. It's bad enough that the categories on the Citrix-wrapped Outlook didn't port -- categories are client specific -- but now to discover that Entourage is flaky enough that the categories might be whisked away any moment because the client gets grumpy with the server?? I tried all the profanity i could. Really not enough. I suspect so many curses are directed Redmond Washington way that there's a holding pattern of malefic intent circling over the Microsoft headquarters and not nearly enough traffic routing to find the right person to infest with the fleas of a thousand camels.
Email overwhelm is such a significant issue, yet corporate policy restricts my tools for managing that flood (some for good reason, some not so much, some technological).
I do want to crawl under my bed and hide, hoping some miracle in my work email box will occur.
Oh, and there's the account request to troubleshoot some production problem. That's a circus of forms and remedy tickets and "No, jump through *that* hoop and then another." Blessings uncounted on the poor peon who wrote me, essentially, "Shush, but i made the accounts already. Please continue with the hoop jumping, though." Blessings blessings blessings.
I think i'm going to take a shower: i managed to fix a lovely egg for breakfast so i think my woes are related to digital technology. I will figure out a way to get back at my arch nemesis, code named 35mereld4. I have no idea who or what my arch nemesis really is, but on mornings like this one, it's invigorating to plot my revenge.
Ideally though, not involving living more luxuriously through food. I've been on a reeses cup binge at work. No, something altogether more lovely after the meeting ends at 2 pm. I must get my glasses refit downtown. What to do to avenge myself?
During the call, i tried using the category function to label an email. Whenever i used the category, it also marked the email as spam. When i said it wasn't spam, the category disappeared. I'd used the category in the past week since switching to Entourage from Citrix-wrapped Outlook (which started crashing every time i turn around). I diddle a bit and get a message that that the file folders are out of sync and instructions on clearing the cache.
It turns out, clearing the cache clears actual messages, the categories and project flagging, and all the messages are pulled fresh over from the exchange server.
There are no curse words that quite capture my ire. It's bad enough that the categories on the Citrix-wrapped Outlook didn't port -- categories are client specific -- but now to discover that Entourage is flaky enough that the categories might be whisked away any moment because the client gets grumpy with the server?? I tried all the profanity i could. Really not enough. I suspect so many curses are directed Redmond Washington way that there's a holding pattern of malefic intent circling over the Microsoft headquarters and not nearly enough traffic routing to find the right person to infest with the fleas of a thousand camels.
Email overwhelm is such a significant issue, yet corporate policy restricts my tools for managing that flood (some for good reason, some not so much, some technological).
I do want to crawl under my bed and hide, hoping some miracle in my work email box will occur.
Oh, and there's the account request to troubleshoot some production problem. That's a circus of forms and remedy tickets and "No, jump through *that* hoop and then another." Blessings uncounted on the poor peon who wrote me, essentially, "Shush, but i made the accounts already. Please continue with the hoop jumping, though." Blessings blessings blessings.
I think i'm going to take a shower: i managed to fix a lovely egg for breakfast so i think my woes are related to digital technology. I will figure out a way to get back at my arch nemesis, code named 35mereld4. I have no idea who or what my arch nemesis really is, but on mornings like this one, it's invigorating to plot my revenge.
Ideally though, not involving living more luxuriously through food. I've been on a reeses cup binge at work. No, something altogether more lovely after the meeting ends at 2 pm. I must get my glasses refit downtown. What to do to avenge myself?
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