In which I go to school for software training. God, I love school.
Today we had a training meeting for Xactimate, this software we’re using. It was not daunting. It’s complex software, certainly, but not rocket science. What I really want is a finished output document so I know what the goal is.
We watched two short vids about adjusting roof damage; one went into great detail about how to to identify hail damage faked with a ball peen hammer. It was awesome — I’ve seen better acting in pornos — and had all the contractors in the room chuckling.
We got our ‘deployment’ schedule and we (and all our close friends on this gig) are going in the second group. Which is next week. We also got a list of all the tools and equipment we need, and the only thing we’re lacking at this point is an adapter to run the laptop and printer off of a car lighter. That’ll be an easy acquisition at a Best Buy along the way somewhere.
In celebration of our upcoming roadtrip, Bread’s truck started leaking oil rather rapidly and the front passenger wheel is squeaking. He is, as you can guess, extremely aggravated by this development and has been cursing under his breath for hours. My jeep, on the other hand, is still sitting in the driveway on a flat doughnut with a flat tire in the back.
Tonight, the JCGB is playing at the Dead Cock. I might go over and sit in and sing a few, and make an effort not to get shitty drunk.
Right now I’m sitting in BoSe’s living room, on his wireless connection with the laptop, digging some tunes in my iTunes library (which I moved it onto this machine the day it arrived, yo) with earphones, feelin’ groovy. Wireless. Love wireless. Yum.
In other news, the more I learn about this Indiana gig the more I think it’s gonna be perfect for Bread and hell on wheels for yours truly. Hanging out with dudes, doing office support for construction sales? In the cab of a black truck? In the dead of summer? With my husband, who can be a real bear to work for? Aaarrrggghhhh! *bangs head on desk*
Update: Turns out that I might be able to stay in the hotel room and be the computer/paperwork chick, while Bread and BoSe go out and pound the pavement. That? Would be SO SWEET. OMG, please God, please let it be that way. Please please please.
Update: Hotel reservations. Indianapolis cell phone. Pay our current bills at home, pay next month’s too. Worry about whatever work Bread’s truck is wanting. Hope this friend of ours will really agree to stay at our house and feed the animals. This project is exhausting.
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Some people don’t dig on hotel rooms; you know, there’s nothing like your own bed and stuff. I love hotel rooms. I love the way they’re all tiny and cozy. I love the way the beds make themselves and the trash magically disappears. I love how all hotel rooms have internet and cable and little coffee pots. Were I single, I would seriously think about living out of hotel rooms.
Shenry, you’re so superior! I, too, love hotels! Let’s buy one! -m
It could either be really cool or a total nightmare. I’ll think non-nightmarish thoughts in your direction.
Thank you! -m
Crossing fingers for you that you get to enjoy this gig from a cush hotel with mouthfuls of fabulous room service food.
Oh, that, and the cool ass laptop by your side do you can tell us all about it!
🙂
Frankly, I’m afraid I’ll end up eating drive-thru and becoming perfectly round with bad skin and smelly pits. *shudder* Road food will kill you, dead. -m
I don’t understand computers or tools, so we will have to stick with pedicures and cocktails.
Did someone say cocktail?! -m