Well, it's been a rather...annoying...two days since last I wrote here seriously. Let me preface my remarks by saying that I
hate, I mean I
HATE counting pages! It's so meaningless as to be truly Sisyphean. Our company has endless reams of paper for retirement plans that no longer exist. We are obliged to keep records, however, in case the IRS decides to suddenly look up our butt for records on the 12/31/1998 plan year for the XYZ XXX plan that was only maintained from 1997 to 2001. But we are not obliged to keep the actual
paper, however, and so we are converting the lots and lots of truly old documents to PDFs. To give you an idea of the scale of the project, right now we have a directory with 20,212 files taking up 60.3 GB.
GB. But when you're scanning 2,000 pages a day, apparently it's important to verify that the copier/scanner didn't pull two pages at once, or otherwise screw up. So, first I get to rename the files from the random stuff the scanner spits out to something meaningful. Our computer consultants put together an Intranet page to do this, so that's not so bad. Then, I pull stacks of folders from material that has been scanned.
Step 1 - Pick a folder at random.
Step 2 - Find the PDF that matches the contents of the folder
Step 3 - Look at the page count at the bottom of the PDF (anywhere from 1 to 400-something)
Step 4 - Count
every freaking page in the folder to make sure the contents match.
Step 5 - Throw the paper away, save the folder for later re-use.
Step 6 - Die a little inside.
Step 7 - Lather, Rinse, Repeat. (Which, on a separate note, IS a good idea. The first shampooing normally just handles the oil on your scalp. The
second shampooing really does the work. This tidbit is mostly for guys to learn.)
I usually call it a day of scanning when my trash can can't take any more. And that's after packing it down once or twice. And another annoying part of scanning is, of course, that alt-tabbing and typing are relatively difficult to accomplish while doing it. It's like driving at 7 MPH. It's not fast enough to actually
get anywhere, but it's too fast to do something more enjoyable, like read or sort cards. You just get to
sit there, making sure the gap between you and the guy in front of you doesn't grow too rapidly.
Siiiiiiiigh...Anyway, back to the news. I last left off on Monday afternoon, I believe. I got an email from Sebastian saying that he was socked under with work, both that night and early the next morning, so he'd be missing Monday night gaming. I decided that I had plenty to do at home myself, so I notified Ernie and Mike that I would not be available. I told the folks I'd be home, and we arranged dinner at Chili's. (No, I'm not gonna link it today. There was a linkfest, and now it's over. Cry if you need to.) I had the citrus lime chicken and shrimp - definitely both a health AND delicious choice. Then it was back home. I was all ready to sort and build for LOTR - just need to check my mail. Hey, look who's here!? Cool! I get to try out Scrabble Online two days early!
And suddenly it's 11:30, and Mom's reminding me that I said I'd go to the store. But in the intervening time, I apparently had some sort of weird savant moment and won two games out of three. That
never happens. I think she was just upset by the Cards losing another game in the ninth. (Or she was upset that she couldn't
watch the game, because the Red Sox were taking the Yankees to 14 innings.) Anyway, we said our tearful goodbyes, and I went grocery shopping.
I love, I mean I
looooooove Dominick's when I'm the only customer. It's so
ME-centric. Of course, if I didn't have my headphones on, I could take advantage of this by pestering all the clerks. But that's the other bennie to shopping alone - you can wear headphones and not have to maintain your peripheral awareness. You can even walk side-by-side with your cart, so you can move faster without constantly kicking it. AND, you get to pick out semi-reasonable stuff and put it on someone else's bill.
Heh heh. So that was good. Got home, unloaded and put away groceries, and went upstairs. Unfortunately, now it was 1 o'clock AM, and my motive force was quite depleted. So I screwed around with MTGO for a while, played some more Scrabble, and drifted asleep.
Tuesday. Yucky, yucky Tuesday. I don't remember when this happened specifically, but one thing I found out was that the nice book on tape I'm listening to comes on many tapes, and the first six are tapes 1, 2, 3, 4,
4 and 6. And I'm not skipping tape 5 for any reason other than it isn't in the flipping box! Arrrgh. And of course, the receipt is long gone. But I'm going to Barnes & Noble tonight to ask anyways. But far worse than the book being interrupted was the return of the
counting. It was set aside (as far as I can tell) with the rush of October 15th projects, but it's back, and in spades. I'd take a picture of the stack in the copy room, but I don't want to frighten myself unnecessarily. But anyway, I picked up Return of the King Anthology, so my lunch was fish on the run. (Not on the swim - I'm not
swimming to All-Star Trading.) I was surprised at the amount of Reflections in the box, and only somewhat startled that there was no Siege of Gondor. But 4 packs of Reflections, 6 packs of King and 1 pack of Doom retail for close to $45 - and Paul's listing them at $26! And
then you also get the mighty fine box AND the Tengwar promos? Not a bad deal at all. And I now own four Morgul Kings, always a good thing. Of course, some idiot brakes hard in front of me on the way back (taking Waukegan rather than I-94, as I noticed on the way south that there was lane closures northbound), and the cards wound up on the floor. I picked them up quickly, but it was still one more crap to put up with.
The afternoon either sailed by very fast, or was blotted out of my mind due to the horror that IS counting. I don't know. But I don't remember much of it. I remember taking three phone calls in ten minutes on the way home (two being Chris, so they count as one), and then she called me after I got home and had sat down for a minute. I was glad to talk to her, but my mood was
rather spoiled at the time. Sorry, my dear. But I decided that I'd gather my cards and take them to Charlie's, as he had asked for two cards from inventory. My new big-a$$ bag is
definitely longer - I can fit four shoeboxes in it side-by-side and still have room. But it's also a little more unwieldy due to its larger size. Time will tell as to whether that is a property of the bag or of my reflexes still trained on the earlier one. I snagged a dinner in components and headed out the door.
LOTR was okay. I didn't play - merely sorted and filed - but Ken, Charlie and Rob played two three-player games. We also watched Game 6 of the ALCS. Quite neat to see Boston doing so well - it's cool to come back from so far down, and it's cool that they're another of the 'never-won-in-SOOOOO-long' teams. I cannot root for them in the World Series, as that would constitute rooting against the Cards. But I do want them to beat the Yankees, as they've gotten more than their share in recent years. And I
hate foreign foils. Icky. But by the time I left LOTR, I was in a much better mood and generally felt better.
Drove back home, brought the bag upstairs, said hi to Mom, and then brought stuff up from the dining room table and made a reasonable attempt to clean up the floor. I also bumped into Garvey online, and he and I talked for quite a while. He's apparently figured out a critical feature of his wannabe chat program, so we might be talking more as time goes on. Tee hee. That was a good time. And "Five More Minutes" came back up! Foamy the Squirrel rocks. I'm contemplating getting the DVD, just to have it available away from the PC. "Jiggly Butt" is also good, albeit embarrassingly so, some would say.
Drifted to sleep around 2:30, woke up at 7:30 - and then 8:50. That sucked. Called work to say I'd be late, showered and brushed, and pretty leisurely drove to work, which was nice. I wish work started at 11AM, ended at 4PM, and gave me a full eight hours a day. Where's that job? I want it. But the counting is still here. I've progressed a little bit, but I'm also catching up to my Amber game and keeping current on the other games. I've got three of four LOTR spoilers typed out (apparently Decipher's server broke down in the middle - rats), and then we went to the October 15th Lunch. It was good, albeit a little fatty. Everyone else talked about baseball and favorite/unfavorite clients, and I stroked my beard. Just finished that a little bit ago, and I'm back to counting pages agains. Siiiigh.
I hate counting pages.Eat Snacky Smores.