And by a damned thing, I mean my trouble tickets.

After the absolute clusterfuck that was yesterday, this morning I resolved that if I wasn’t going to blow the whole place off by calling in sick (believe me, it seriously crossed my mind), and I was actually going to drag myself in to work, then today was still going to be all about me. The whining 2-year-olds were just going to have to deal with the fact that today, Alex was not going to be immediately available to clean up their messes, hold their hands, and pick up their sippy cups when they threw them on the floor. Today I was going to ignore the tickets in my queue (since with only one or two exceptions, everyone else seems to ignore theirs with impunity) and perform a much needed cleaning/reorganization of my office and the adjacent equipment storage room.

My office was bad, but the storage room was a disaster. Six months ago I had everything labeled and neatly stacked on the shelves in there, but entropy has slowly crept into things and the other day I realized what a mess the place had become. Being the anal-retentive queer that I am, that just wasn’t acceptable!

So upon my arrival in the slave pits this morning, I got busy and began to bring order from chaos. PCs were inventoried and those machines needing parts were identified and labeled. CRTs destined for the recycler were stacked, and network cables were sorted by length into separate boxes. Keyboards, mice, and a whole lot of miscellaneous crap was placed back into their respective bins. Desk drawers were cleaned out and garbage cans were filled and emptied several times. And lastly, several dozen software CDs that were scattered around my office were returned to their binders where I could easily find them without having to search. For the first time in months I left work this afternoon feeling like I’d actually accomplished something worthwhile, instead of simply spending the day babysitting a bunch of spoiled children.