12-21-2023, 04:33 PM
This week was so merc.
I went to the Warner Bros press site and it required a new password, which was no big thing until it started demanding confirmation codes for every new terminal that logs on to it, regardless of having the user name and password. Sure, whatev, but then there's a power outage at TC which always takes my remote access offline. The TC IT, who also works remotely, usually fixes it the day that I ask him to do so - it's a quick fix apparently. But I text him and no response. It gets closer to deadline. Note that we see the screener on Wednesday night and have to have the review ready by Thursday so our graphic guy can get it prepped to drop on Friday. I always get the images to him early, but not this time. I reach out to the boss man, who also reaches out to our IT. Eventually, our IT responds telling me he got a new phone. He could've told us.
Staying at my mom's yesterday, I cranked up the heater only to triggered into an allergy attack that took me out for a few hours so I couldn't work on my work or prep the house for xmas when my mom will visit. We've rearranged things so I'm not exactly sure how I'll get her over that stupid chunk of stairs at the front door. I used to bring her through the garage, but that's now all blocked off by moved furniture and stored stuff. Poor planning on the part of the cleaning. I'm still stuffy from that allergy attack. One of my friends who I saw at Phil reached out to me to let me know that he contracted covid. I tested, just in case, and was negative. He went to 3 shows last weekend so that's on him.
Just now, I started uploading the January articles for YMAA. The person who preps these is the boss man's mom (why am I still working with boss men's moms?) and she can be really sloppy. I started working on the first article, correcting mistakes and such, and just as I finished, it crashed. I lost it all. Maybe a half hour of work (it was longer because she left me some red herrings by sending me the wrong files and such).
Don't get me started on Hells Fukyu. Don't even.
I went to the Warner Bros press site and it required a new password, which was no big thing until it started demanding confirmation codes for every new terminal that logs on to it, regardless of having the user name and password. Sure, whatev, but then there's a power outage at TC which always takes my remote access offline. The TC IT, who also works remotely, usually fixes it the day that I ask him to do so - it's a quick fix apparently. But I text him and no response. It gets closer to deadline. Note that we see the screener on Wednesday night and have to have the review ready by Thursday so our graphic guy can get it prepped to drop on Friday. I always get the images to him early, but not this time. I reach out to the boss man, who also reaches out to our IT. Eventually, our IT responds telling me he got a new phone. He could've told us.
Staying at my mom's yesterday, I cranked up the heater only to triggered into an allergy attack that took me out for a few hours so I couldn't work on my work or prep the house for xmas when my mom will visit. We've rearranged things so I'm not exactly sure how I'll get her over that stupid chunk of stairs at the front door. I used to bring her through the garage, but that's now all blocked off by moved furniture and stored stuff. Poor planning on the part of the cleaning. I'm still stuffy from that allergy attack. One of my friends who I saw at Phil reached out to me to let me know that he contracted covid. I tested, just in case, and was negative. He went to 3 shows last weekend so that's on him.
Just now, I started uploading the January articles for YMAA. The person who preps these is the boss man's mom (why am I still working with boss men's moms?) and she can be really sloppy. I started working on the first article, correcting mistakes and such, and just as I finished, it crashed. I lost it all. Maybe a half hour of work (it was longer because she left me some red herrings by sending me the wrong files and such).
Don't get me started on Hells Fukyu. Don't even.
Shadow boxing the apocalypse
