Thursday, IT guy, Q (Q is for Quoc, cool name) did come and move my computer. Which, by the by, seems to have corrected a problem I was having not being able to open my Microsoft documents the last few days.
Friday, I didn't come in – that was suit and sander day.
Today, I am slightly disoriented in a new workstation – trying to figure out where things work, adjusting to a new keyboard – not only a different keyboard, but one that is on a tray that pulls out from under my desk instead of one that sat on my desk. Everything feels a little off. After awhile it occurred to me that I had not had to take any phone calls. As it is not at all rare for me to answer nearly 20 calls a day, that seemed a little unusual.
Then the phone crew came to switch the phones for me. And discovered that the front desk phone - the main office phone (the one the non-existent OT is supposed to answer, but I back up) was not plugged in! Probably got unplugged Thursday in all the moving. No wonder things were so quiet around here.
I had asked the boss's boss (the one who laid down the law on radio listening) about doing emails on break time and about listening to music in my iTunes library. She said emails are ok on break "at this point in time" and that I could use iTunes if I didn't need to access the Internet. I have been bringing CDs from home to put on the computer. I put in "Favorites from the Classics – Peter Ilyich Tchaikovsky disc 1" and the computer popped up with "Pink"! (Which come to think of it must mean that the computer was asking the Internet about the CD, wasn't it? Oh, argh, rats!) A couple of my co-workers were going, "Great! Send me a copy!" (which I don't know how to do anyway), but when you go to play "Pink" you get Tchaikovsky. So I click on this young pink chick to listen to Nutcracker and Swan Lake.
And that's the break.