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I had been hopeful after recovering from the weekend, but I had a fairly predictably bad start this morning. I got out late, but made up the time. Luckily I had a banh bao I could take for breakfast. I picked at a couple things, but got pulled away before I could focus too much on my tablet project. Having grown quickly in volume but not staff, we’ve lacked the enterprise level documentation that I’m used to even at a public school district. Joel asked me a question that turned into another project, so I tried to let ChatGPT handle the legwork on that one.
Late lunch was a pretzel pub burger from Wendy’s. I tried to go a bit light in volume though. Our UPS driver was sat staring at the wall in the corner, so I went to sit by him and then realized he was on the phone the whole time after trying to talk to him. After that, I sat quietly staring out the window, at Muad’Dib, who was staring right back through my car window at me.
I got back into my tablet after lunch, but had middling success. Part of the problem was that my phone number was tied up in my account at my last job, but luckily Randy was able to clean that up for me. That seems like an oversight by Microsoft, but so many things are.
We left a little late, expecting dinner with Summer. She had been making a really big deal for a couple days about wanting to cook dinner since she would be home a few hours early. As soon as I walked in, I thanked her for cooking the broccoli that was starting to go bad. Then I realized I had accidentally sat on a Wendy’s chili hot sauce packet in my back pocket. That got all over my pants, and at least a bit into my car seat, so I had to clean all of that up before we could eat.
After all the fuss, dinner was a precooked fried rice from the frozen food section, along with some kind of Mongolian beef and shrimp that had been stewing in sweet juices. The rice was cold and mushy, and I didn’t understand getting frozen instead of just making fresh. Of course my questions just lead to a fight that I had predicted days earlier, and was a large part of why I didn’t want her to cook in the first place.
Summer went to the TV, and I took care of my packages before taking out the trash and recycling. By then it was getting dark, so I took Muad’Dib for a quick run to my parents’ house, and then a short bit around the Promenade. We didn’t have time for much else, because I needed sleep.
The hard way ’round.