So I was having one of those days where I was told that I had to get some programs working on Microsoft Vista (which nobody’s given me) on a computer I don’t have any more by a guy who couldn’t understand my explanation of what we have been doing in the past several weeks. I think I currently have two layers of management who know nothing. I’m surprised they remember to eat or to put on clean clothing. In any case, after I explained to one guy how the eight-year-old program we were given that has been obsoleted for about five years will never work on Vista, and how the thing we’ve been calling a “script” is in fact a compiled program so we can’t fix it, he didn’t understand. Heck the other guy is from China and he understand English well enough to get what I’m saying but this guy does not. Anyway, the confused guy tried to get someone else to do my job because I’m waiting for an email for more information from a guy who isn’t in the office this week and non-English-understander thinks that means I’m refusing to do work.

Now that your eyes have glossed over: I left work early with a headache. You probably got a headache by reading why I got my headache. I felt hot and I felt tired. I ended up taking a long nap after I got home and worried that I was catching whatever my interviewer had yesterday. I feel much better, though, and even had an odd dream that would have been a certain type of naughty dream had I been much younger. As it was it was quite clinical but novel. Sort of like watching CSI but different. Well, I suppose it would be like watching CSI if it was just an hour of Jorja Fox or something. I could swear she plays for the other team though.