This morning's 7:30 phone meeting was nowhere to be found when I called her. I'd like to complain, but since all I did by way of preparation was roll out of bed and boot up the laptop, I wasn't really that inconvenienced. Still. It's rude to stand someone up.

Now I'm working on Blister-Pak's weekly status report. My stuff is fine but, as usual, the ones that Bossyboots is supposed to be handling haven't moved since last week. Dork.

Apparently our power was out (at home) last night. At least, that's what the R.C. is telling me, via e-mail. Me, I'm not exactly a rocket scientist first thing in the morning (well, ever) but the two clocks I rely on are both on batteries so it's not like the power having been out would affect me. And so many of our appliances are so much smarter than we are any more...the computers, television, DVD box, and cable box all take care of themselves. We have to reset the clock on the stove and (if we're feeling energetic) the clock on the microwave.

Looks like I'll be having another Unpaid Day this week. Probably Friday. Sigh. I do wish Coco would call and say they're ready to take me on. I sure am tired of living with a 20% pay cut. And I'm tired of having nothing to do all day. (Well, okay, I chat with y'all and if no one is watching, I practice my drawing or play computer games or send personal e-mails, but it's a slow life.)

I think it's time and past time that I stopped just loitering around, waiting for her to provide me with a job. I'll have to start hunting down the Want Ad Trail. This realization if largely responsible for my current blahs mood.

Also, the knowledge that if I don't get out of here soon, I'm going to have to break down and do some of the tedious things I've been ignoring. (Real Work sometimes disappears, but the annoyingly tedious things never seem to.)

More soon....