Work, work, work

It’s been a busy week at work. Lots of things cropping up, lots of things needed to help the 4th year undergrads get their projects finished and printed dispite Microsoft Word’s best efforts to destroy files and generate unprintable crud. Thank goodness was able to open and print the files Word itself couldn’t, that’s all I can say.

Thankfully, the Tektronix Phaser 740 printer hasn’t been playing up so much recently. It’s only jamming about once every 20 pages at the moment. I’m still going to have to buy a new feeder unit after the Antalis paper soured the stainless steel rollers.

On a lighter note, I managed to finish “Thief of Time” the night before last. Not bad at all. One of the better volumes in the Discworld series. Then again, I do have a soft spot for Susan Sto Helit.

As for life outside work.. currently there isn’t any. The social life *is* likely to pick up in about 3-4 weeks time for a little while but that’s all on the horizon, really. Love life doesn’t exist. I’m not sure what other lives I’m supposed to have, but they seem in deficit too. At least I’m pretty comfortably mediocre unlike many people I know who are going through very hard times and I hope and wish will feel better soon, though I know that the sort of pain they are having to endure only eases with time. I can but offer my sympathy and help if they want it.

That’s Life. (they say.. whoever they are.. Esther Ranson maybe?)