I wrote an amazingly boring blog entry on Friday. One so boring that the minute I closed the file for a minute (to do a bit of Actual Work), I completely forgot about it. I spent over an hour writing it, too!* What a waste.

Mostly it was about what I was going to do over the weekend (get my laptop fixed, which turned out to be a 90-second event, and get together with friends on Sunday**). (This summary saved you 768 words at no extra charge.)

Also I talked about today, when I was supposed to be getting a performance review! (I've worked for a lot of companies who claimed they did 60-day new-hire reviews, but never for one that actually did them.) So far, all I've actually gotten is a lot of Gidget complaining that the PDF format of the online form means she has to write things out by hand--so primitive--and that most of the categories don't apply to me and, finally, that she's only halfway through and already tired of writing, "she's brilliant" on everything. Hee.

I was talking to the R.C. this weekend, about the boringness of my blog recently.

The thing is, you see, one needs drama in order to write an interesting post and, while I'm perfectly capable of injecting drama, or even melodrama, into the simplest of events, I do require some kind of event as a starting point. Sitting here staring at ad software all day doesn't offer much in that line.

I cooked yesterday, too. This week's lunches will consist of scalloped potatoes with ham. I'm calling it "hard carbs" because it's carbs and fat. (No matter what anyone tells you, ham is a fat, not a protein.) I'm glad the dish came out well because after it's gone I'm back to turkey, broiled chicken, and the occasional tunafish (ick) sandwich because I'm getting all fat again. I have to take 6 lbs back off and then another 9, just for fun.

Much, much later....

Okay, I started this three hours ago. I guess I was boring again.

The performance review didn't happen yet (Cindy says we'll go to lunch or something on Wednesday) but Cindy had the prepatory meeting with her boss. Turns out that Cindy was so PO'd at the (only) negative thing her boss could come up with about me (and that she was required to pass along) that she had to share it before she left today.

Seems that I was seen playing Solitaire on my lunch break one day and someone reported me, wondering if I had quite enough work to do. Apparently sitting at your desk at 12:15, eating and playing on the computer, doesn't say "lunch hour" to everyone in the world.

Sigh. I've been here for two months. I've barely spoken to anyone, beyond the occasional "good morning" or "have a nice evening." How could someone dislike me enough to try to get me into trouble?

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* It's not that I don't like the job any more. It's just that I've streamlined the procedures so severely that I find that by the end of the week I really need to keep my hands off of the accounts for a few days to let all of my changes settle and to find out if what I've done works. This means I'm at loose ends by Friday.

** We watched bad p0rn.

Well, okay, for p0rn it was considerably above average but the bar is so low in that arena that the difference is infinitesimal. (Also, I'm not sure my categorization of it as "above average" just because it made me laugh, whether or not it was intended to, is valid.)

And we watched, Becoming Jane, a highly fictionalized 'account' of Jane Austen's life.

Side by side, these two made for a very peculiar viewing experience.

We started with the p0rn, and I kept trying to find logical reasons why things were happening. By the time we got to Jane, I was in P0rnMode, no longer looking for a plot to analyze but waiting for this one very attractive actor to take his clothes off for us. (For the record? Eventually he did, frolicking nekkid in the sunshine with another guy.) (As I said--highly fictionalized.) (As is my description of that scene.)

Then I went home and the R.C. wanted to know if I wanted to watch the first part of Sense and Sensibility we'd taped off of Masterpiece Theater last week, but by that time, my brain was ready to explode and the injection of any more Austen into the uneasy mix might have tipped the balance.

And the pr0n gave me very strange dreams last night, but I think we're perilously close to TMI already.