Worst part of vacation: coming back.

[serinde]

The keyword for Pennsic was "mellow". I had an incredibly mellow week, and so did just about everyone I talked to; glory hallelujah. I didn't do hardly a damn thing the whole time other than pitch in to help Ceinwen with clothes for the upcoming Aethelmearc coronation. (How the lot of us keep ending up doing stuff for other kingdoms' royalty is a mystery yet to be unravelled.) I learned a lot about patterns and the scattering of decoration on a garment, and the ways & means of getting said decorations transferred on. But it's a grinding thing, particularly under field conditions; and although silk broadcloth is lovely, lovely stuff, boy howdy is it a pain to work with.

But, yes, a lovely week. The weather was absolutely stunning, save for Monday night when we got Biblical levels of rain--upper 70s/lower 80s, and sunny and pleasant...happy sigh. I had lots of peaceful contemplation and recharge time, which I was in dire need of. audiovile pointed out that I spend so much time running around trying Not To Miss Anything that I end up missing peace of mind, and there is something to what he says. So I spent some time pondering on how to deal with this quandary, and although there isn't any simple & obvious answer, I think I can do better than I have been.

No hangovers. Didn't actually drink that much, even. See? Mellow.

Naturally, after this wonderful vacation, I return to be plunged into a whirling chaos volcano: we are in the process of absorbing the DSL customers of a company going out of business (why? Because the guy hasn't billed some of these people for three years) and it's a Goddamn train wreck. But, hey, income is good (such as it is; the profit margin on aDSL is razor-thin). There is going to be a fair amount of pain for this for the next N weeks, however.

Comments

[xlerb.livejournal.com]

why? Because the guy hasn't billed some of these people for three years

Well. That's part of the story I hadn't heard yet. Chicken chicken chicken. (http://plif.andkon.com/archive/wc072.gif) I mean, I haven't exactly been interrogating people for details, just listening in on their phone conversations because I can't not, in that office, not without active countermeasures anyway.

Speaking of which, I hear you're threatening to bring in a clicky keyboard too?

[syringavulgaris.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I sent mail about it before I left, and a hissy was thrown about How Annoying Clicky Keyboards are (the exact phrase, when I designated the model of my delight, was "Oh, like that horribly annoying one you have at home?"). My instant riposte was "well, you're never in the office to hear it" which was, if true, perhaps unkind...