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girlofprey) wrote2018-03-21 10:38 pm
girlofprey) wrote2018-03-21 10:38 pm
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Did a breast exam this morning, once again felt like I was close to a panic attack. Having had to shut off the water already (I was in the shower), at one point I felt like I couldn't breathe properly and had to open the door to left the steam out and cold air in, and then I had to sit down, and realised my ears were ringing. This was while trying to not worry about it as much as usual, and having pretty much successfully not done it till it hurt. It was not great. I will probably be talking about it with my therapist tomorrow.
Doing this meant I was running late, at which point I got a text literally as I was leaving the house about my appointment tomorrow, saying that it wasn't at the time I thought it was. Got to work pretty much on time to find out that the email problems we were having yesterday due to some sort of network migration were continuing, and I had to call IT to sort it out. Then I had to start going through the emails from yesterday that we never saw, some of which were the whingy 'I want a parking space and I haven't won the lottery and I see empty spaces every day' kind, so I had to explain those, not just reply. Then we got a query about something the Head of Facilities had to decide, so I forwarded it to her, and she asked me to reply to it and 'make it clear' what our policy was. Then I realised that the network migration had fucked up our email system to the point that it made it almost unusable for us on the desk - not entirely unusable, but a lot more annoying and prone to issues - and when I say fucked up, I don't mean it was broken, I mean the way it now works means that a basic thing we always did now doesn't happen anymore - we have to do it manually, if we even remember in the first place. I called IT to say this was happening, and they more or less said 'yes, I guess that's the way it is now'. I spoke to my manager about it, and then casually complained to an Executive Assistant we deal with a lot, and they both suggested that we should continue to tell IT this is terrible and try to get it changed. But from the sounds of it, it doesn't sound like it can be. But we'll see. Also, the way that we finally got our inboxes back was a long, complicated process, and apparently it has to be done on every computer we use, and so I had to take notes on what the IT person did and do it again, myself, that night when I closed reception down and went into the office and used a different computer. I will have to do that on every computer I use from now going forward, if I want to see those inboxes while using it. Thanks IT. For ruining everything. I'm sure the random pictures of people we now see when they send us emails will be totally worth it.
So I ended my day by setting up new inboxes all over again, and furiously writing out notes to the morning receptionists about what had happened, how bad it was, and what they would have to do from now on.
And then I left, and my train was late.
So not a great day, overall. However, I did find out that the shop in Leeds where I've preordered my copy of Far Cry 5 is launching it at midnight on the Monday, and staying open through the night to do so. So I could have it all Tuesday. I'm trying to persuade my dad to take me, as a birthday gift. He's resisting so far, but I might be able to win him round.
Coronation Street
Doing this meant I was running late, at which point I got a text literally as I was leaving the house about my appointment tomorrow, saying that it wasn't at the time I thought it was. Got to work pretty much on time to find out that the email problems we were having yesterday due to some sort of network migration were continuing, and I had to call IT to sort it out. Then I had to start going through the emails from yesterday that we never saw, some of which were the whingy 'I want a parking space and I haven't won the lottery and I see empty spaces every day' kind, so I had to explain those, not just reply. Then we got a query about something the Head of Facilities had to decide, so I forwarded it to her, and she asked me to reply to it and 'make it clear' what our policy was. Then I realised that the network migration had fucked up our email system to the point that it made it almost unusable for us on the desk - not entirely unusable, but a lot more annoying and prone to issues - and when I say fucked up, I don't mean it was broken, I mean the way it now works means that a basic thing we always did now doesn't happen anymore - we have to do it manually, if we even remember in the first place. I called IT to say this was happening, and they more or less said 'yes, I guess that's the way it is now'. I spoke to my manager about it, and then casually complained to an Executive Assistant we deal with a lot, and they both suggested that we should continue to tell IT this is terrible and try to get it changed. But from the sounds of it, it doesn't sound like it can be. But we'll see. Also, the way that we finally got our inboxes back was a long, complicated process, and apparently it has to be done on every computer we use, and so I had to take notes on what the IT person did and do it again, myself, that night when I closed reception down and went into the office and used a different computer. I will have to do that on every computer I use from now going forward, if I want to see those inboxes while using it. Thanks IT. For ruining everything. I'm sure the random pictures of people we now see when they send us emails will be totally worth it.
So I ended my day by setting up new inboxes all over again, and furiously writing out notes to the morning receptionists about what had happened, how bad it was, and what they would have to do from now on.
And then I left, and my train was late.
So not a great day, overall. However, I did find out that the shop in Leeds where I've preordered my copy of Far Cry 5 is launching it at midnight on the Monday, and staying open through the night to do so. So I could have it all Tuesday. I'm trying to persuade my dad to take me, as a birthday gift. He's resisting so far, but I might be able to win him round.
Coronation Street
- David is perfect.
- I suspected Fiz hadn't told Tyrone about Hope, given the way they left the cliffhanger on Friday, but I had just the previous day on Emmerdale seen two other cliffhangers about women not having the courage to own up to something, and that was a bit of a triple-whammy, so I hoped for the best. Oh well.