In High Gear

I haven’t touched LJ in several days. Just too much to do.

At the airport last week, I discovered that TSA gets oogy about things that include wires and batteries. They get even more oogy if, while examining contents of a bag, the affected area suddenly starts to vibrate. Fortunately, this did not get me arrested or fined, nor my goods confiscated. I knew to take the batteries out of the vibrating egg, but forgot to actually DO it.

I discovered TSA has no problem with soft velcro wrist and ankle restraints. Even after the aforementioned incident.

I also discovered that TSA has no problem with metal containers of Chinese food. I thought of bringing my leftovers for breakfast after making a series of observations on a series of flights wherein people brought food from home with them. It strikes me odd this business of gels and liquids, when there’s things that can easily masquerade as a slice of cheese or some pasta.

Part of what has me stressed out today is the process of evaluating 12 candidates, most of whom are excellent, for promotion to a single position. The competition is the tightest I’ve ever seen it, and there are a good solid 6 or so people who are deserving and qualified. Each one has outstanding strengths. Each one has a weakness of one kind or another.

Everyone’s going to get post-process interviews, thank goodness, so they can get development feedback. Of course that means that the next time we hire it’ll be that much harder, but I hope this kind of development helps people prepare for our-of-department positions as well.

This is a killer situation. I really wish we had more available positions for these fine people.

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I was so ill last night that it looked unlikely for me to come in to work today, but there was just enough recovery overnight to make it possible. I caught what SPC had, with the nasal stuffage, fatigue, and headache. Took a Dayquil. Am better today.

Yesterday was a right knee day. Today’s a left hip, right hand, right elbow day. Roving pain all the time, yay. I don’t talk about it much because I don’t think about it much. Every once in a long while, though, I remember that it’s not really supposed to be like that.

Am depressed. That’s familiar too.

Am irritable. Wish higher/other management would stay out of my work area. It’s annoying having so much traffic.

Want to update my LJ profile but am daunted. Feel like such a chickenshit. You can’t friends-lock your profile.

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The Alabama preacher said to his congregation: “Someone in this congregation has spread a rumor that I belong to the Ku Klux Klan. This is a horrible lie and one which a Christian community cannot tolerate. I am embarrassed and do not intend to accept this. Now, I want the party who did this to stand and ask forgiveness from God and this Christian family.” No one moved.

The preacher continued, “Do you have the nerve to face me and admit this is a falsehood? Remember, you will be forgiven and in your heart you will feel glory. Now stand and confess your transgression.”

Again all was quiet.

Then slowly, a drop-dead gorgeous blonde with a body that would stop traffic rose from the third pew. Her head was bowed and her voice quivered as she spoke, “Reverend, there has been a terrible misunderstanding. I never said you were a member of the Ku Klux Klan. I simply told a couple of my friends you were a wizard under the sheets.”

The preacher fainted, and the congregation roared.

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I really want to write about how yesterday morning was. It was a sacred and profoundly beautiful event, and I’m having trouble writing about it, in much the same way I’m having trouble with my profile, but for different reasons.

Sigh.

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