I realize I haven't been making real entries, lately. I'm not sure why this is, really, but I blame going back to work, Fall doldrums, and having been paying a little more attention to Facebook for a while. I think my infatuation with Facebook is wearing off already, though. It really hasn't got the staying power that LJ has. It's too superficial. It's as though one only were reading memes and twitters. All the time. I do prefer reading people's slightly more in-depth thoughts about their lives. And as some of you are aware, even though I'm not posting, I am still reading LJ. :)

Friday at work was both scary and dull, and today promises to be more of the same. I ended up stuck answering phones, and the phone only rang about four times, all internal calls. I guess it's only kind of scary because I got the 'drink from the firehose' orientation session from SK, who is not the greatest at explaining things, and when answering the phone one could possibly get things like bomb threats. There's only been one bomb threat in the past six years, but of course it was the only time I ever volunteered to work overnight, so I'm not completely ridiculous in assuming that something like that might happen on my watch. (That wasn't phoned in by the actual threatener, but I had a call and had to phone other people as I waited for the com center to evacuate at a snail's pace - why do we not have a good evacuation procedure!? I could design a better one myself!) And at a previous job, as some of you might already be aware, I spent a whole day answering phones when someone went on a shooting rampage at another company who we worked closely with. (I and a woman from that company sat together making lists of people we knew were okay for hours.) Actually, now that I think of it, I also once answered a call to a medical office I was working at from the boyfriend of a woman who was on her way to bleeding to death with a spontaneous abortion, and had to demand that the call get pushed through to a nurse despite the instruction I had been given that I could never forward calls to nurses. (The nurse finally managed to talk her into going to a hospital.) So I think I've had my share of phone related trauma! And I'm not sure I want more.

Ironically, they put me there because of my injury, on the very day that my restrictions were lifted somewhat. I could be much more useful elsewhere. But whatever.

I should probably go for a walk if I'm going to end up sitting all day, again. I went just about off my head at one point on Friday. When I got a break, instead of eating, I went out and walked up and down outside the building, back and forth, very quickly. People kept asking me if I was on my way home. "No, I've just been cooped up all day and am going crazy!" It's not right to suddenly put a person in one small room by themselves when 'work' usually means interacting with people constantly and moving pretty much all the time, or at least standing if you're not moving. But today I'll be ready for it - I plan to do online classes, and possibly fulfill my 'career plan' (which I didn't do for last year, and if you do them you have a better chance of a raise). So since I have a plan I'll probably go on the floor and do real work. :)

Hm, just got a call from LTA, and made plans to go to breakfast, so no real walk for me. :)

Oh shit. I just realized I'm supposed to be AT breakfast with the ladies from work. Like, in a half hour. I should... take a shower? Um.

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my attitude about facebook is pretty similar, but i do spend a lot of time on there playing boggle. i also have to acknowledge that i spend a little more time on there (although less energy) because i have many more 'friends' to keep track of on fb (almost 400 now) than i do on LJ (about 150).
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