O hai guise! This is Dijo, with my weekly digest in English.

It’s been an interesting week, and I am so tired I can barely type this, so I guess this will be a very brief article after all. I’ve been moving stuff to a new office, as you may probably know if you’ve read last week’s article. It was also my birthday: as of yesterday, I’m 31/male/female/wait, what? (age/sex/seeking/are you a tree?). I’ve been working for over 9000 almost 14 days non-stop, and that effort is finally taking it’s toll. What is worst of all is that I don’t have exact change.

It’s not bad, just pretty tiresome. And tiring. In order to setup the company’s PBX I had to run 4 cables, of 8 wires each, so I could install 10 phone extensions and 4 phone lines. Wanna know what’s the best part? The PBX supports just THREE lines. Geez! It’s a headache.At least the wireless network is working like a charm.

Also I had to help to move furniture. I have problems in my hips and lower back, courtesy of a car accident (and I was the passenger on the backseat, goddammit!) yet somehow I’m the strongest and most resistant guy there, so I had to do it. Six complete sets of furniture I had to carry, assemble, mount, move, and repair (not in that order), but I’m the computer engineer! Sadly I’m also the handyman, and when in trouble or in doubt they run in circles and phone Quoth. I’ll break their hearts when my contract expire in January and I leave them for good.

I had to work even on my birthday. It’s easier to do my job when the lawyers I work for ain’t around. I guess I could simply ask for an extra pair of hands to help me, but, well, they can’t. Not even the receptionist (whose abilities, on the other hand, are limited, plus she can’t understand my orders if I don’t show her how to do something first) could help me. So I had to sacrifice my own birthday in order to finish earlier. I failed. Today I had to go to help moving furniture, because three different people agreed to change their offices. I just said “Oh, great, more work.” And yes, I had to help moving furniture, from office to office and from floor to floor. At least I didn’t had to help moving the Big Boss’office furniture: he called professionals.

There were, however, nice gestures from my soon-to-be-former coworkers. Friday, they invited me to dinner (after a lunch with a couple friends), Sunday, they invited a couple pizzas to lunch. Saturday, I opened my best bottle of wine and drank it with my family in a party–sort of.  It ended at midnight. Not bad at all, considering how tired I am.

Because I’m so fucking tired that I’m writing this using my tabletpc in my bathtub, while taking a relaxing hot-water bath, and as soon as I finish typing this (and dry myself), I’ll get into my pajamas and bed, to fall asleep like a rock. I’ll return next Sunday, I promise.

Yours truly,

Dijo.

Publicado el 30/11/2008, a las 10:08:02 pm.

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