About those TPS reports …

Every new job is an adjustment. The job I’m in will be new every two years or so, so I need to get used this whole “deer in the headlights” look that I’m bound to have, like clockwork, as I try to get the feel for a new post.

Even though, bottom line, the job description is the same, the description as mentioned in the job add is so all-encompassing I don’t know that everybody does everything in a given two-year post.

A colleague of mine here, for example, just went to a three-day training seminar. It was for some software program I’ve never even heard of. Another college in the same position but a different office was messaging me the other day during some training that she had. Again, I’d never heard of the program. And I’m probably doing stuff neither of them has any clue about, but in two years, I might be in a position that requires the knowledge they are gaining now and they might have to learn about the stuff I’m doing.

My job right now is looking like it’s going to be very HR-heavy. That’s fine by me, and it seems fairly straightforward. One of the things I’m going to be doing a lot of – will be what we call “pushing through” annual reports each person has to do. For simplicity’s sake, I’ll call them ABCs.

Each person’s ABC is due in April and they’re dreaded about as much as taxes. There is a loophole to that in that if the person is new, they are due on the person’s anniversary. In my office, almost everyone is new.

For me, that’s fortunate, because a lot of people in my position have horrid springs, I’d guess, because they are frantically trying to help people push these things through. They’re something like 10-step processes that involve, at a minimum, three people – at least on paper.

The good news to quicken the pushing process is that you can gain “proxy” for someone to help push it, like if the person is out of the office but has already approved what’s to be reported.

It sounds simple, but it’s a PITA. I need to figure a way to help track where we are (I have about 50 people I’m helping) but the thing is, except for the very beginning and the very end, there are no incremental “due dates.” The whole ABC report is supposed to encompass a year and in theory you’re supposed to be working on it through that time period. In reality, it’s possible to do the actual computer part in a day.

This is assuming all the reporting part is done, and that part is not my job (at least for now.) Now, what I am trying to do is get people who supposed to have been doing this all year through in a day, using proxies for at least two people. The people need to get done because the stuff is either due, past due or coming due in a week or so.

This one person asked me to help, and gave me her proxy plus I had the proxies for the two others. So we’re on our way, right? Well. Not so much.

I’m still bad with names and I went to the proxy person’s queue where the report should have been. In it, there were two ABCs, one for J and one for A. J was a guy, and I knew him because we’d been putting out the same fire for a day. So, under the watch of the person, I “sent back” A’s report to the beginning because the first step had to be altered.

And then I realized the person standing in front of me wasn’t A. Holy crap. I’d sent the wrong person’s report back. Plus, we had no idea where K’s report was.

So upon realizing this little snafu, I immediately contacted A, the management person and the HR person, telling them what I had done, apologizing profusely and trying to figure out how to get A’s report back to the point where it had been.

And then it’s demonstrated that I work with the government.

I got an email from the HR person, who is new, who told me “never” to send the ABC thing back to step 1. She then attached the standard operating procedures of the ABC report.

Sigh. That wasn’t the problem. I KNOW what the procedure is. The whole point of what I was doing in the first place split from “standard” procedure, because procedure normally goes from 1 to 10 or however many steps there are in the darn ABC report.

I replied, saying I had done what I intended to do, but for the wrong person. Sending the thing back to No. 1 wasn’t the error. My bad was that I did it to the wrong report.

She then called me to tell me the same thing – don’t send back to Step 1. I’m like, look, I understand what you’re staying but that’s not the point. K *wanted* me to do this. It wasn’t that I did it, it’s that I did it to A instead!

And she went on and on about the SOP. It was totally the TPS reports from “Office Space.” I wanted to jab a letter opener through my ears.

Anyway, in the end, I think it sunk in to the HR person what had happened and she was able to find where A’s ABC report was and put it back.

We never found where K’s original one went. HR tried to blame that on me, but I never saw it, which was the problem in the first place. And apparently this had happened to another guy earlier in the week, too. He somehow got DC involved, but since we’re 13 hours ahead of DC time K couldn’t wait and we just re-created it from scratch. She had everything saved on a backup, so it was fairly easy even though I had to keep going in as one person, coming out and then going in as another.

This is what my life’s going to be like for the next two years. I’m not entirely sure whether that’s good or bad, but here’s what I do know: Payday is Thursday.

Call a Marine. No, really. That’s what you do.

For anyone who owns the “Drinks After Work,” you know this song. Well, if you have the deluxe edition, anyway. In keeping with the wrapped-around-the-flag image he’s cultivated so well, Toby Keith sings this cutesy song about how, if you’re in trouble, it’s handy to have a Marine nearby who can bail you out. In the lyric (and I think this was co-authored by Scotty Emerick, but it doesn’t say in the liner notes), they’re built to “improvise, adapt and overcome.”

I have Marines. Most posts do, although mine didn’t until they moved into a new building. I haven’t met them all yet, but I did figure out which one is from Florida.

They live in a compound at the office. From what I can tell, it’s one building and an outside area with a basketball hoop, although I’m not entirely sure. I knew they lived in the city, but I had no idea they were on the premises. From what I understand, they rotate out after a year.

On Friday, I went to my first Marine promotion. Normally these are big, impressive events, with everyone in the battalion (and I hope that’s the right term) in attendance. In this case, there aren't all that many, so some of the people from the office came and watched it. It’s a big deal to the person being promoted, and it really was a formal ceremony. Small and impressive as opposed to big and impressive. The head guy has everyone in line, and the “officer to be promoted!” stands in back. After the head guy informed us of the protocol and importance, he called up the corporal, who then stood at attention as the higher up read the declaration (I’m sure there’s a technical term) of his promotion to sergeant.

It didn’t take all that long, and after it’s over everyone in the room congratulated him. I hadn’t met him before, at least that I know of. They guard the doors, but sit behind this glass that has a horrible glare and I can’t tell who’s in there. Not that I have the names down or anything. I think I know two of the names. They have their individual pictures posted on the door to their main office and I tried to memorize that.

The names are going to kill me. I have about 120 people in my department and I’ve probably gotten down 10 percent of the names. I am just so bad with names. I have one of the sub-department’s bio sheets bookmarked and when someone comes by I try to match up the name and face. It doesn’t work all that often, and the photos don’t show size. One guy came in and said he was Eddy and I thought he was Ben. Ben is about six inches shorter, but they look similar in the photo.

There’s a lot of local staff, too, and man, it’s rough. I went with a group of three to do a daily paperwork exchange with S, Ben (a different Ben) and Ken. Then I switched and joined another group and promptly forgot all those names. I think the one woman went by initials. I’m really not good for more than two new names a day. I had already figured out S, so Ben and Ken were the new ones. And Jack is in the office supply room. Or maybe that was Jerry. Then there are three Cherrys. It’s very confusing.

On my errands with S, Ben and Ken, they were showing me how to do this hand-off. We went downstairs and through some kind of garage thing with two doors. I had no idea if I was supposed to shut the one door or not so I was kind of standing there and S couldn’t get out. I thought we were locked in, but she’d had that issue before and got it straight, so we made it out. (You manage to figure out quickly who runs the place, and S is one of those. Good person to know.)

Anyway, since that little errand is a daily thing, and I can see myself botching it, I asked if they ever did get stuck in that room. She said yes, it’s happened before. I asked what happened if you did get stuck in there and she said, “Oh, you call a Marine.”

I swear, I am halfway around the world from Nashville and my life is a country song.

See you later, America!

After a long travel day, I’ve reached my first post and am settling in.

My camera is in a shipment that’s coming later, so sorry no photos for now. But it’s really nice. Go with me on that.

It’s sort of weird that less than a week ago I was still in the US, doing all things normal. I left on Tuesday, and spent Monday doing a few catch up and check out things but mostly just tried to chill out.

I opted to go see “Catching Fire” at the Courthouse Theater and was appalled that the 1:45 p.m. showing was $10.25. That’s highway robbery, but I really enjoyed the books and wasn’t sure of my future movie options, so I bit the bullet.

Wow, movies have changed. This theater was AWESOME. It was one of the new pick-your-seat spots, and each chair was a comfy pleather recliner. The arm rest thingie also popped up to turn the chairs into little loveseats. I pretty much curled up into a ball to watch the movie.

I’d tried to go on Sunday, but it was sold out. Monday, however, was pretty sparse. I had an entire row to myself.

After that, I decided on Chick-Fil-A for my last meal in America for two years. I suppose some would find that kind of silly, but I really like Chick and plus, the peppermint shakes are back and I hadn’t had one yet.

My flights went just fine. I had some issues with my checked bag, which was overweight. That took awhile to settle, but once I got to Beijing it got complicated again. Eventually it got settled – I think there was some kind of error in DCA but whatever, it was fine.

I had another small issue in Beijing. I’m ticklish! I had to go back through security because once you clear customs you have to, and they did a pat down. I couldn’t stop laughing. It was a very un-diplomatic first impression, but I couldn’t help it.

My “sponsor” met me immediately and escorted my back to my apartment, which I was pretty happy to see. I arrived to the airport about at 9 p.m. and the apartment is about a 45-minute ride.

The place is nice but really not a whole lot like the website. I’m not sure which floor plan it is; I am on the very end of the building.

It's set up oddly, I think, but I have a fantastic view. However, much of the fantastic view is from the bathroom, which is glassed in. I can, and I'm not kidding, soak in the tub or sit on the toilet and see the city. Who needs reading material?  I can see this thing that was built for some sporting event – it’s a grandstand overlooking what used to be a pool; no clue what it’s used for now. There’s also the giant TV tower that’s in all the travel guides, the opera house, the museum and the river.

It's gorgeous but a little bizarre. I can see my office from the apartment, too. It's across the street from the Starbucks that looks like it's across my street. It’s maybe a five-minute walk.

The kitchen is a tiny closet and I can deal with that but there is no place to put your groceries. Not a single spot. Since I don't drink, I moved the wine service for six (which included a rack that used an entire pull-out drawer) and crammed it under the sink. That space is unusable for anything else because there are pipes and a fire extinguisher under there, but I worked around it to just store the stuff for two years. I got the coffee pot in there, too.

There are two doors because that's what fire regulations call for. Only my second door is about 10 feet away from the first, leading into the same hallway. If there's a fire in the hall, that 10 feet likely won't make a big difference. The second door, is, however, 10 feet closer to the emergency exit. I guess it has that going for me.

I am on the16th floor at the end of the building, which means I have the great view from all sides. I just looked and I can see a bunch of kids playing on the mini-golf course, which is really neat. There's construction out the view of another room.

My walk-in closet, which I've walked into multiple times so far thinking it was the second bathroom, looks nice but it's not too functional. There is a thing of drawers, but when you pull them out they're maybe 4-6 inches deep. The floor has a vacuum, stool, TWO ironing boards (one's new in wrapping - it'll be like that in two years, too), a laundry basket and some other stuff. Hence, no room for shoes.

I’ve problem-solved this by moving most of the stuff from the floor to the shower in the spare bathroom.

There are light switches everywhere. Each room has about three or more switches to various things. I was beat last night but spent time trying to turn out the lights before crashing. I am going to have to make labels. And once the lights were off, it didn't matter much -- since I have floor-to-ceiling windows with a city view, I had neon blue nightlights.

There is a TV in the living room and in each bedroom, so a total of four. However, there’s no consistent English channel that isn’t news. I can watch CNN or the BBC all day, but so far I haven’t seen anything that would be worth just leaving on for background noise.

I did try out my Slingbox this morning in an effort to watch FSU beat Duke. (Yes, morning. I’m 11 hours ahead of the east coast.) My internet is slow, so it was incredibly choppy and painful, but it was awesome to have some kind of access.

I don’t have a little hook on my front door, so I’ve had to hang the FSU flag that Dana gave me in the house. It’s sort of looped over a shelf. My Christmas stocking, which is also FSU, is sort of sitting on the next shelf down. My only other décor right now is a stuffed bald eagle that I got at the State store. I named him Indy.

There’s really no telling when my boat shipment will arrive, but I have a lot more decorative stuff in there. I brought a lot of my fridge magnets, but I had a sudden realization that in the new kitchen’s weirdness (which, BTW, includes having a washer and dryer in there) is that the fridge and freezer are the built-in kind that have faux wood doors that are not really wood (hence the “faux,” duh) but also not metal, either.

Thanks a lot

Happy leftover turkey weekend. The Noles beat the Gators and Alabama lost. We’re No. 1!

Yet another thing to be thankful for … Florida State is back. I have a little garden sign on my door (thanks, Dana!) to show my colors. I’ve gotten compliments on it.

The Gator game started a bit scary but thank God it leveled out and wasn’t much of a contest.

I will be out of the country for the ACC championship, but I’ve utilized my new paycheck and invested/splurged on a Slingbox. This is a device that hooks up to Daddy’s TV and allows me to watch what’s on their satellite.

So far I’ve only tested it in dry runs, because the events I’ve intended it for – FSU games – have been since broadcast on national TV, or at least TV that I get. That ends on Tuesday, so I am hoping this works.

All in all, I think my preparations are somewhat in control. I had a little bump with Sprint, when the in-person associate at the store gave me a “I don’t want to deal with you” vibe by flicking her fake eyelashes at me and telling me to call customer service, but once I did that the guy on the line was really nice and my phone will be canceled with no issues.

The next step is to park my number, so when I return I should be able to get the same number. That’s increasingly important only because I have been giving out my cell number with several of the new accounts I’ve been opening.

As I get ready to close down everything outstanding, I was taking down my phone numbers. I don’t keep that many numbers in my phone, and I got a new address book to safeguard them.

Transferring them, I was a little surprised that for the first eight entries, every area code was different. I guess I know a lot of random people.

Anyway, how was your Thanksgiving? I went with a friend to her aunt’s house and it was really nice. I figure it’s probably my last Thanksgiving in the US for quite a while, so I loaded up on turkey, ham and mashed potatoes, especially.

Although I intended to stay away from Black Friday, I did get drug along at 6 p.m. on Thursday to Best Buy. People, go home. It’s a holiday! There is still football to be had!

Tomorrow is my last day in country and I really hope to wake up and get the necessary stuff done early and then shift into cruise for the rest of the day. I’ve started packing, but at this point it’s just throwing stuff in a bag anyway, so it doesn’t matter much.

I did realize that I shipped my Skype headphones, which stinks. What’s worse is that I am not sure if I shipped them by air or boat, so it could be 3-4 months before I see them again. Don’t expect any phone calls from me.

If I can get done with my stuff early, though, I might wander into town and try to see “Catching Fire.” I aimed for it today after church but the 1:30 show was sold out and I didn’t want to hang around until 2:30.

Mostly, I’m just trying to stay low key. No outgoing drama for me, thank you.

The Breakfast Club remake

Thankfully, as far as I know, there is no planned reboot of one of my favorite 80s movies. But I relived it on Friday, or so it seemed like at the time.

I’m finally done with classes over here, but thing was, we ran out of classes before we ran out of time. We had to fill up the spare days, so I had some random “post research” class show up on my schedule.

Since I’ve already done a ton of research – even doing a presentation on it – it seemed a little weird, so a couple of weeks ago I asked the lady in what’s essentially a research library about it.

The library is really cool and has extensive information on each post. It’s really a great place to go, and I knew that because I’d been there multiple times.

So, when I asked what, exactly, I was supposed to do for this 8-hour day, she offered some suggestions, all of which I’d done.

She then suggested practicing my language, but I didn’t get language classes so there’s no language to review. Another suggestion was to do my distance learning classes, but I did them – and far, far more – on, well, the days we had assigned to do distance learning.

This is a little gripe of mine. I’m in the extreme minority as far as being one of those people who does the assignments on time and all, and it sometimes gets aggravating that everyone else is given a “catch up” day to do all the stuff we’d had assigned all along. If I were given the day off, that’d be one thing, but essentially, I wound up having eight hours of detention because I did what I was supposed to do when I was supposed to do it.

Seriously, there was very little I could do. Fortunately, the librarians understood my dilemma, since I’d gone in previously and asked. It wasn’t like I had to write “I will not do assignments on time” 500 times or anything like that, but I was completely grasping at straws as far as what I could possibly do to fill the time.

And I had to the drill was, the four of us assigned to this “class” had to sign in at 9 a.m., sign in after lunch and then sign out at 4 p.m. No leaving early, even though it was Friday. It really was like the Breakfast Club, only without Emilio Estevez.

I always get there early, and Friday was no different. In fact, I’d scheduled an Excel test at 8 a.m. and had one errand to do before the class. So, by the time I checked in with the librarian, I had pretty much accomplished far more than anyone else had, at least in that wing of the building.

Two of my other classmates kept busy doing their distance learning, and I mostly checked my email. I also got started early on my “check-out” procedure, which means that I’m going to be struggling to fill up my “consultation” days this week, as that’s what those are for.

But I didn’t care because I was so bored. I mean, I could have re-read the same information again but I just didn’t care to. I am as prepared as I’m going to be, and since I don’t have a car or a pet I’m taking and have no husband and no kids, there just wasn’t a single bit of research left for me to do.

I think I spent a good portion of the afternoon looking at strongboxes and playing Set Game and Sudoku online.

I felt bad for the librarian, who tried to offer suggestions as far as what to do, but I’d done everything. She asked if there was something else they could offer for the “class,” but honestly, I couldn’t think of a thing. It’s not that the library isn’t useful; it’s that I’ve already used it.

Assigning “post research” as a class was just redundant, although I completely understand that there simply was no class offered that I could have taken. God knows I checked.

Now, I am down to the last week before deployment. Packout is tomorrow and boy, I’ll glad when that’s done. I hope it’s in the morning, but the guy didn’t give me a time.

If it is in the morning, I hope to knock out a run to the main building tomorrow afternoon. I’m here through Thanksgiving, but I’m not convinced the people I need to touch base with are.

Packing up and out

Yay, the new swim suit fit! LL Bean is awesome.

Got the old one returned too, I think. I had a rough evening on Wednesday, which is the day I got to Bible study. The church is three metro stops away and right across from a UPS Store.

I had a Netflix coming that day, so when I left the apartment I made a mental note to verify that I had my post office box key in addition to my MP3 player, Bible, phone, wallet and package. Note what I did *not* make a mental note to check.

So once down in the lobby of the building, I realized that without a house key, I was going to either be crashing at a friend’s or a neighbor’s if I didn’t solve the problem before church, because the apartment front desk closes at 8. Since church doesn’t end until then, I went to the apartment's front desk and got the key of shame – this regular key on a big overseas key ring that says “Return after 24 hours or there will be a $25 charge.”

By the time I ran back up to the apartment to get the key, returned the key of shame, took the metro and got off at the church stop, it was 7:09, and the UPS place closed at 7. I carried the package across the street to church and, after Bible study, apologized for being late. Pastor Jim offered to drop off the package the next day, so I’m glad of that.

The whole thing was more annoying than tragic, because I’d had plenty of time to leave and just waited to time it right before realizing I’d forgotten my key. Grr.

“Returning swim suit” was one of the little things remaining on the list, and even though I’ve crossed that one off, it seems the list itself doesn’t get any shorter.

I’m down to two weeks left – I can tell by the packages of waffles in the freezer – and the “I’m going to be out of the country for two years” thing is sinking in again.

I’ve been through this before, of course, for time spans of 27 months, 12 months and 15 months, so it’s almost old hat, but the difference is this time I have some money and unlimited shipping.

This has led to innumerable trips to Target; two of these took place last week. My little Redcard card has now saved me almost $35, making the cost of my soul a little more expensive. As if that’s a consolation.

I’d lost track of what I’d put into the shipping boxes, which go away upon packout on Nov. 26. I really don’t think I need to bring much, as China pretty much has everything.

But will they have grits? Hmm… Jakarta didn’t, so maybe I should throw in some. (This is the prevailing school of thought.I’m now up to four canisters of them.)

I’ve been doing this for various things lately, not as much for the stuff itself but for the brand (even if it’s Target), or the form of the product. (Example: sugar. It’s not always pourable and in a convenient 4-pound package.)

So my box/pile of stuff is a little out of control, and my big spur-of-the-moment project yesterday after church was to get a grasp on what they’ve done.

As a result, I’ve created what no one outside of foreign service should ever attempt: an inventory list, in Excel (I was in classes all week), on everything in my HHV, UAB and CO. (These are the three shipments I get: by boat, by air separate from me, and carried on in the plane.) So far, I’ve only done the HHE and part of the UAB, although I will likely still add to it. (I realized it might be tough to get real milk in China, as Asians in general aren’t as big on it as I am, so I’m going to get some powdered just in case. And maybe some more grits.)

I’ve no idea if it was a practical idea to do this (or even all the shopping, for that matter), but I figure when I get the next post, I will have a start at figuring out how much, say, ibuprofen, I took in two years to gauge if I need more or less the next time around.  And it was a good time-waster on Sunday, which was a good recharge day for me.

The past week was far more social than I am accustomed to, and even though I enjoy the company I am an introvert and needed some down time.

I need that to continue through this week, if only because I have cooked a big, week-long meal and need to eat it. I’ve been out to dinner way too much lately, to the point where my last week-long meal started to MOLD. That was gross.

It’s also time to empty out the refrigerator, and if I don’t eat here, that’s not going to happen.

But some of the dinners have been awesome. In Delaware, we went to a pizza place and got strombolis. Mine was easily stretched to two meals, plus someone else gave me her leftover pizza, so that was another.

My favorite place here has been Fetoosh, which is a Moroccan-Lebanese restaurant somewhere between home and work. It’s on the corner, between a 7-11 and a gas station, in the same building as some other, larger restaurant. Don’t go to that place, go to Fetoosh. It’s fantastic, although the meals last, in general, for three meals.

Elizabeth, a former Morocco PCV who’s from Panama City, took me there first and wl-lah, it’s wonderful. I forced myself to get not couscous on Friday; I’d had that the first two trips and wanted to expand so I had the tagine djej (chicken).

The place is legit. It’s just fantastic and I might have to go again, really. I’m not sure when, though. I have plenty of food in the freezer plus just way too much stuff to go between now and then. It also requires a ride to get there.

But since introducing others to it, it’s been easier to get a ride. Everyone is anxious to go back.

Anxious. That’s the word for the week, although it might be more appropriate for next week. I’m just tired of class and getting too comfortable in my little college-like life. I might not be ready to get to my new job, but at this point, I really do want to just bring it on.

Checklists and countdowns

The to-do list is getting things crossed off of it, but somehow, it’s still not shrinking. With about three weeks to go before departure, this might not be a good thing.

It’s not that I can’t do stuff once I depart, but the ease of picking up the phone or whatever gets a lot more complicated with a double-digit time change. (It was 12 hours; now I’m not sure if it’s 11 or 13 … the international date line confuses me.)

Most of the money stuff is figured out and now I’m working on the medical stuff. I’ve been warned to get all the medical and dental out of the way before I hit China, so on Saturday I completed about $2600 worth of improvements to the pearly tea-stained whites.

This week, I also went to a doctor’s office to renew my prescription for a year. Getting the piece of paper wasn’t difficult, but now begins the hunt to get it filled. I need a mail order pharmacy, but after doing a bunch of research and deciding on one, I learned my particular brand of insurance doesn’t utilize mail-order pharmacies.

Great. Now it looks like I am going to have to switch medical insurance. Not what I wanted to do, but I don’t think it’s a big deal. I signed up for “basic” with the one place and should just have to upgrade to “standard,” although I am not entirely positive what that entails.

Really, every time I think I’ve gotten caught up, something else falls in the way.

But I do get things knocked off occasionally. When I got off work on Friday, I called the doctor in Minot to verify the fact that the knee bill was paid off. Two weeks ago, I’d called and the lady said yes but I was a bit skeptical because she was describing a different bill than the one I was asking about.

But praise God, both bills – topping $600 – have been paid. Oh, that was such a relief.

Tomorrow is a holiday, so I’m heading with some friends to an outlet mall, where I hope to cross off “get tennis shoes” and maybe some other assorted stuff.

My new apartment, of which I have photos, has an indoor pool, so I figured I’d get a swim suit. (In Jakarta, I wore a sports bra and shorts – that would likely not be appropriate this time around.) I took a chance, ordering one off Amazon.

It was the last available and I waffled on it, wondering if the size was right. I figured the bottoms would fit, but I have a lot of trouble sticking my shoulders in shirts so I wasn’t sure if the top would. I took a chance.

When it arrived, the bottoms fit fine. The top had to have been worse than any corset ever created. I couldn’t breathe.

Once I peeled it off – and boy, that was a feat – I caught a glimpse of the size tag. It was a smaller size than the bottoms!

So it’s going back. I was extremely disappointed because it really was awesome, but that was the only one they had.

If I don’t see one at this outlet mall in Delaware, I’m going to just cut my losses and take a chance on one from LL Bean. They have 10 percent off through tomorrow, so I’ll have time to order if I come home empty-handed.

Really, I’ve curbed the shopping. I just don’t know what else I could possibly bring with me. I wish I had some books, but I’m not going to lug stuff over there. I have access to a lot of periodicals through the department library and I guess I’ll just go with that.

The computer situation is what’s tricky. The laptop isn’t going to be coming back, and I am trying to make sure everything is backed up in case stuff gets weird. But my external, which I’ve hardly used, is crashing – or something – as I’m trying to make copies of stuff to put on thumb drives. I wanted to just leave the external and take off the music and the Thru the Bible series and leave everything else, but I started getting all these “failed to write” errors. And during the copying of U2, too. Bummer.

So in tomorrow’s trip to Delaware, we’re also stopping at Best Buy. The advantage of Delaware is it’s a no sales tax state, so I plan on picking up something else to back up, although I am not sure what. It’s just weird. It’s like the external is failing or something.

And it’s not a good sign when your backup is failing.