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Working at Home: Day Two
Nov. 30th, 2006 08:39 pmWell, not really Day Two. I've worked from home before, just not for this company. I'm stumped, to be honest with you. The guy I'm attached to really doesn't have a ton of work to pass on, I think. He even apologized yesterday, "I'm sorry at how boring this will be for a while."
Again with the apologies. I don't have to face the customer and can devote my time to just one subject? Bring it.
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The dog has his quirks. Apparently, I'm the master. He follows my lead on everything. He really doesn't know any commands. "Out" works and I'm having mild success with stay when I walk him. No problem with other dogs, even the crotch-sniffers. But he gets bored with them. He sleeps a lot, too. Tell you what though, get him outside and he goes to ground. That hound is sniffing up a storm. I could imagine his value as a tracker, like on a hunt or something. Can you get a dog to recognize the scent of a cellphone, I wonder.
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A cold front is meandering through. We've had the first little rain line and the second is now pitter-pattering on my porch. Oh, you northern kids must have it bad right now. I feel for you, I really do. I can't send our warmth, but I will take your ice if you cube it down.
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So the Saints play at home on New Year's Eve. They play Carolina, which may well be the deciding game for the division. I'm thinking to myself, "Self, if the Saints are playing New Year's Eve, and win, then the Quarter will be triply full of crowds." The likelihood of New Year's Eve by the river is fading fast. I might not even do it in the neighborhood this year. The Orleans Avenue bonfire has been a part of my NYE for seven years now. Feels funny to think I won't be there, but I think we're taking a break. Our Christmas will be entirely at home for the first time ever. The neighbors will be staying this year, so we'll have friends and family all coming to New Orleans for the holidays. Even my parents, and my dad hasn't missed a Christmas Eve at my grandmother's in...well...I can't tell you when. Decades, perhaps.
***
As a result of my change in job environment, I find that I'm suddenly short in the routines department. Okay, I have no routines deparments, period. That's really kind of messing with me.
Again with the apologies. I don't have to face the customer and can devote my time to just one subject? Bring it.
***
The dog has his quirks. Apparently, I'm the master. He follows my lead on everything. He really doesn't know any commands. "Out" works and I'm having mild success with stay when I walk him. No problem with other dogs, even the crotch-sniffers. But he gets bored with them. He sleeps a lot, too. Tell you what though, get him outside and he goes to ground. That hound is sniffing up a storm. I could imagine his value as a tracker, like on a hunt or something. Can you get a dog to recognize the scent of a cellphone, I wonder.
***
A cold front is meandering through. We've had the first little rain line and the second is now pitter-pattering on my porch. Oh, you northern kids must have it bad right now. I feel for you, I really do. I can't send our warmth, but I will take your ice if you cube it down.
***
So the Saints play at home on New Year's Eve. They play Carolina, which may well be the deciding game for the division. I'm thinking to myself, "Self, if the Saints are playing New Year's Eve, and win, then the Quarter will be triply full of crowds." The likelihood of New Year's Eve by the river is fading fast. I might not even do it in the neighborhood this year. The Orleans Avenue bonfire has been a part of my NYE for seven years now. Feels funny to think I won't be there, but I think we're taking a break. Our Christmas will be entirely at home for the first time ever. The neighbors will be staying this year, so we'll have friends and family all coming to New Orleans for the holidays. Even my parents, and my dad hasn't missed a Christmas Eve at my grandmother's in...well...I can't tell you when. Decades, perhaps.
***
As a result of my change in job environment, I find that I'm suddenly short in the routines department. Okay, I have no routines deparments, period. That's really kind of messing with me.
