First, I have to say that living without an IT guy(or gal, but have yet to meet one) should just not be done, especially at work. I've been having trouble with my computer for... well, since I got it - brand new too, which was about 6 months ago. It's a really great computer, tons of bells and whistles, and memory and all that. But it's always been slow, and has gotten progressively worse. Last week it took about 5 minutes for microsoft word to open. That might not sound long, but just sit at your desk for 5 mintues waiting, staring at your screen. Needless to say I've learned how to multi-task. I've tried working on it myself, but my knowledge of computers is fairly limited. I've mentioned it to my boss who has tooled around with it a little but no success. All I wanted was to have someone come in and look at it, fix it and be done. But unfortunately, things take awhile around here. Or rather, you need to know who to ask and when, I'm discovering. Our new center next door is nearing completion and the server room was being set up today. Mentioned to my coworker who is running the show over there of my problems, and an hour later, the IT guy had worked on my computer and it no longer is frozen, and everything seems to be working smoothly (fingers crossed). Life is good.
On a second note, on my chair today was my paycheck envelope. Two strange things - first we all got bonuses which is very unexpected but delightful. Think everyone got the same, but will have to see what the word on the street is. The second thing is that I think I might have gotten a raise. My take home is larger. Things got readjusted for the new year as our medical/dental deductions are different, but that should only be a few dollars and this is more. Calculating, it seems like I got a 7% raise which is a pleasent surprise, but strange that nothing has been said, which than makes me think that this might have been a one time glitch. The next paycheck will be the clincher - which on a great note will include my first 401k deduction. We finally have a work retirement account - no matching, but better than nothing. I need to play serious catch up as it's been over 6 years since I contributed (an occasional IRA).
Yesterday, had lunch with Dad and Barbro before dropping them off at the airport - they're off to India to visit Nick. Excitement is in the air for me now and I'm enjoying all the pretrip planning. I ran errands afterwards, enjoying my half day off and by dinner I was exhausted, somehow spent more than I thought, but am well on my way to being ready for India. It's amazing what they sell these days in travel size. Not a big fan of hand sanitizers but have been advised it's a must have in India. Not only did I get the reagular Purel bottle, they also have these great wipes in smaller packages. Plus little toilet paper packages, a little bigger than a roll of quarters. Something similar for papertowels, a bit bigger of course. I took the liberty of picking up a few pieces of clothing for the trip - amazing how empty the closet seems when you are packing. Still need a bunch of other stuff, but getting there - the pile is growing.
I splurged and on my way home stopped by Wild Oats (it's like Whole Foods- organic grocery store - the one we would visit in Columbus, mom), and stocked up on food - got tons of produce as I realize I probably won't be eating much raw fruits and vegetables shortly. Also got some multi-vitamins and calcium chews for the trip. When I got home and was unpacking I was careful to fold all the bags, but one, and put them ontop of the microwave so that my little bag boy (Walter) didn't attack them. He has a thing for paper bags, loves the cavelike environment - spends hours in one, but than insists on clawing out the corners and within a few days/hours, the bag is shredded. Well, while cleaning in the other room I hear noise from the kitchen but didn't think anything of it until a little later when I go to take food out of the oven. I reach under the bags for a pot-holder and it felt a little strange, realized there was a cat in the bag! I'm not quite sure how he got up there, but he did - he was purring away, loving the new home, with holes in the corners already - it cracked me up. I guess the moral of the lesson is that a cat and his bag cannot be kept apart for long.
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