It’s really been one of those days.
I got up this morning to find the mouse trap had been moved and all of the peanut butter was gone. That means I still have a mouse left somewhere. It wasn’t a good way to start my day.
When I got to work this morning, I had a nice, long talk with my boss about where we’re going in terms of technology over the next year. That was actually quite cool.
A little later, my boss tells me that a new application (written in Microsoft Access, of course) wasn’t working for the key business user yet it worked for him. This is the part where I really want to scream at him because this isn’t the first time our rouge VB developer has written something without asking his DBA about the security implications. He just assumed that since it worked for him it would work for everybody else. Oh, yeah, and he’s on an island right now on vacation. That’s right, he rolled out something and then went on vacation. AGAIN. Fortunately, we had some ample warning and got him to only release it to one person instead of the entire executive team like he had planned.
Shortly after that another one of our lovely Microsoft Access applications blew up. I’m willing to bet money that somebody made changes to the application right before he went on vacation. AGAIN.
It was just a long day at work. Our Halloween potluck luncheon was fun and we had a ton of food.
I tried to sneak out early so I could come home and take a nap. When I walked in the door, it wasn’t a pretty sight. Reggie had gotten into the trash and it was all over the kitchen floor. My bad batch of lemon bars were in that trash bag and made the floor all sticky as well as Reggie’s fur. The mess was awful and I had to scrub the kitchen floor. Not just mop, but scrub. Then I found the pile and puddle he left for me on the bathroom floor.
I went to get my haircut. Of the four barbers in the shop, this one dude doesn’t seem to understand me. Last time, I told him that I wanted to leave the top grow out, and he buzzed it. Tonight, I told him to leave the top alone and he took it down to a #2. I know this is a risk I take for going to a hispanic barber shop. Most of the guys are pretty decent with their English, though, and they do a mean fade. I won’t let this guy touch my head again.
When I went to rebait the mouse trap, I intentionally dropped it on the floor to make it snap. It didn’t. It’s no wonder the mouse got away. I threw that one away and got another one out of the drawer. (I’ve been buying them in bulk these days.) The first one I went to set broke and snapped shut on my thumb. I have a lovely bruise under the fingernail now It won’t surprise me if I lose the nail on my right thumb, and it’s a bitch to type with it.
After all of the Tricker Treaters were done (and I had run out of the candy I was willing to give away), Reggie got a bath. This is never my idea of a good time. In fact, we’re both miserable with this, and now I have a damp Pug sitting on me.
It’s really been a rough day. The highlight has been getting my car insurance renewal notice and learning that my car insurance will be going down by $70 a month. When that’s the highlight of your day, you know it wasn’t good.