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The Joys of Medication

Having been back to work now for close to two months has brought another lovely little joy that I've forgotten about during my tenure on unemployment. That being the need for medication, specifically Tylenol, Motrin, Aleve or any of the common headache remedies that are available over the counter. It has also brought back another term I tended to use when I was working previously, the Tylenol scale.

You know it's going to be a bad day when the scale gets to 4. That's the number of Tylenols it takes to keep the headache under control. When it gets to 6, well... that means that usually all hell has broken loose, the users have gone on a rampage, or the server has decided to take itself down for some unghodly reason. A 2 day isn't quite so bad... likely it got there when someone dropped a last-minute job in your lap. Naturally, the best days are where the scale is at 0, but that's usually when you're still in bed asleep, 10 seconds before the alarm on the clock goes off.

Today was a 4 verging on a 6. It wasn't that today was the first day back after a three-day weekend, nor the fact that we had a whole batch of outstanding software installs. No, it got to a 4 because the outstanding installs couldn't be done today until another group of folks got THEIR stuff working... stuff that was required to be working before the installs could even get started. Then add in a few machines that decided to pull rank and decide NOT to allow you to do the installs unless you took a 2x4 to 'em and made them understand that yes, you are an admin and do have rights to do this... well... you can understand why I call it a 4 day.

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I have to wonder sometimes about my subconscious. Normally I don't dream, or rather, normally I don't have any reason to remember my dreams. But lately I've been having a series of dreams, all of them interconnected, all of them involving some kind of science-fiction/military/totalitarian setting and me doing the 'fighting for freedom' bit. Maybe I'll get to the bottom of the reason why I'm remembering these things. Or maybe I'll just write another story.

Story writing has been the one thing I have been wanting to do, but haven't had the time to. I started one involving a couple going to a Mardi Gras party, set in the New Orleans where I've written a few magick/transformation stories previously. In this setting, he's wearing a mage's costume and has her on a leash as she looks like a devil. Literally. Horns, tail and all. The fact that she shapeshifted into that form is just incidental. *Gryn* Along with the fact that the party is being held in a bar/gentleman's club where the dancers are all looking ... different. *chuckle* Now, if I can get it finished up before Mardi Gras finally arrives, I'll be happy.

Enough of this... time to go see what the bl00 one is up to on Taps.


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Jan. 23rd, 2003 06:10 am (UTC)
Better Living through Acetaminophen, and Other Tales
Watch out for that Tylenol. It can be a real lulu!

Wanna come out to NO and get "stoned"? (massage, silli...)
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