For what it's worth, so far the new job is going well. I'm not as busy as I'd like to be but the whole learning process means I'm busier than I have been for the past several months, which is nice.

Before I leave today, I'm informing TPTB that on Monday, I am going to be ready to have something to do for a change.

. . . long interval where nothing happens . . .

Okay, I caught Buehler as he was leaving. Turns out that he won't be back in the office until next Thursday, so I laid down the law about finding something to do and he promised it would be taken care of.

In the meantime, I'm amusing myself by going through the software the new company has designed and compiling a whiney list of "why does it do this" and "why doesn't it do that" and "what does that mean" comments for them. Heh.

I am, quite inexplicably, in a much better mood. Well, maybe it's not inexplicable. I have things to do at work. That seems to be the root cause.

It's a sickness, I know. Don't hate me because I'm a recovering workaholic. Hate me because I'm paid a quite astonishing amount of money to sit here and dink around for 8 or 9 hours a day, although with some luck that's going to be changing.

I'm surprised that no one jumped on the bandwagon to add any suggestions to the "holiday movies" list, although one commenter did say I should watch the BB gun movies, but maybe I what I should be is surprised that anyone's actually reading this nearly moribund blog at all.

Humty-dumty-pumty-pom I'm going shopping tonight. That, too, is making me cheerful.

It's all good today. I dunno why. Maybe I'm just moving into a manic cycle, but it's all good. My only immediate concern is that there's a rumor the new company is doing a major product launch on February 20. If so, my plans to attend Escapade may be in danger.

(Note to the person who mocked my zippy leg pants via private e-mail: I know where you live, kiddo.)