Record the mundane
A trifecta: had a ride home from work, arriving before dark, with the temperature above freezing. Too good to let pass. Now the lights are out of the tree in front of the house, and the 10 cm layer of ice has been removed from the stoop. Go ahead, freeze some more. At least we won’t have to swim (or slide) out to the street.
At work (my intention is to record the details of the mundane, more often, as a memory bank), I finally entered the last of the new computers into “the inventory”. That bit of my life should be capitalized; it is, after all, a database running under Access. After moving the “tag” column closer to the “serial number” column, I could update things without constant scrolling from edge to edge. The file serves, at times, to protect us against unexplained loss, or to permit a forecasting of needs. Usually, it serves as a thorn in my side. Like any other database, the thing is neither complete nor up-to-date, and those above me on the salary ladder tend to notice all the blemishes. Don’t think about setting it right. The sole sign that I’ve passed by here will be the aggravation others feel in dealing with the same problem.
What is it about ad agencies and the government? We lived through the shame of Ad-Scam. Now we’re up to our proverbial outports in ads extolling a training program that doesn’t even exist. Somebody gets paid. Somebody else pays. The only truth in government.
