Alright, your mission is to stare at the image above for eight hours a day.
Okay, it ain't that bad.
On the upside, I don't need to travel "Up North - 30*". I can
So life is somewhat back to normal. But merging files from two different systems, when each file has to be examined by an "expert" (that would be moi) before merging into the "new" system is not the most exciting of tasks.
But it is an important task. (So I tell myself when the alarm goes off in the morning.)
If not me, then who?
Like the Old NFO said the other day in the comments "If it puts $$ in the bank, and food on the table, we do what we have to!"
As an old NCO of mine said, "I suppose later on I can always go to Vegas and turn tricks on a street corner to get my self-respect back."***
Um, yeah, okay. It's not that bad.
I've been stuck with worse tasks in the past. For less money too.
And so it goes...
|Now that's low!|
* "Up North - 30" Where I spent the better part of three years is "Up North". Home of the new task is 30 miles south of there. So, "Up North - 30". Hey, I never claimed to be clever.
** Home Office - My regular work place in Little Rhody. Not the British Home Office.
*** Of course, he used language which was much more colorful.