There’s no wifi today at Volcano.

I can’t connect and I can’t figure out why. It didn’t error out saying the password is incorrect.

I don’t know. Hopefully they’ll fix it, if not, whatever.

I’m tired.

So tired.

Taking a break this weekend and not working even though I’m sure I can do some work, but I won’t. The whole SM office is in kind of a lock down this weekend since there’s a planned maintenance that requires the power to be shut down.

I won’t have access to the network and such to do any SharePoint work.

I’m sure I still can do some work at home, but nah.

I need a fucking break.

I need to rest. I don’t want to do anything.

Not a damn thing. Not even chores, but they must be done.

Tired.

Tired.

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iOS 11.2.1

It’s killing my phone.

The battery drains and drains and I’ll need to charge it multiple times through the day.

If I leave it unplug through the night, I’ll wake up with around 20% battery. Sometimes more, but sometimes less. Not good.

I tried to roll back to 11.2, but it won’t let me restore the phone from the backup. It’ll let me restore from iCloud, but then it’ll automatically install 11.2.1, which I don’t fucking want.

Sigh.

Apple, you had a fucking rough 2017. Fucking fix your shit. Stop pushing out updates that fuck up phones.

iOS 11 is a fucking piece of shit. Sure, there are good things, but fuck man, just junk software. I’ve had problems with it since I installed it.

I thought with 11.2, it would fix everything and it did, but then 11.2.1 came out and fucked everything up again, much worse than the other releases.

Sigh.

Conspiracy theorists believe that they have been throttling performance for years and it came out that they do throttle performance on peak performance when the batter is not optimal.

Yeah, they fucked up. They’re still going to throttle your shit, but they apologized, so it’s okay, right?

Sigh.

Apple. Their quality seems to be going downhill the past few years.

Sigh.

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Apathy.

Just not caring.

I think that’ll be my approach on this whole SharePoint migration. I need to stay out of it and not care when things don’t make sense.

It’s killing me. Stressed.

So stressed.

People.

They’re bringing me down.

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Progress.

Dash.

It’ll be finished and launched soon. Fuckin ‘a. It’s been a long project, but I’m fucking glad that portion of it is over.

Project Management.

In a way, I love it, taking on a project and seeing it come to fruition, and finishing it, but at the same time, it is so stressful when things aren’t going well or taking too long and I don’t have control in getting the people to get their shit together and work and get things turned in on time.

I don’t have a knack for it, to push, to threaten. People will work the way they work and sometimes they are overextended and projects delay and delay.

Stress.

I don’t like it much.

I don’t need it.

Stress.

Blah.

Over it.

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They finished my floors for the apartment.

It looks all right. I don’t mind it. It makes cleaning a lot easier when Pickles has an accident or get pissy, pun intended, which he already did. Cleaning was a breeze, wipe it up and go.

There’s no need to sprinkle baking soda over the mess and then wash the carpet. Mop and go.

Easy peasy.

There’s no smell to deal with as with the carpet, which just soaks up the aroma from the room.

I like it.

It’s an adjustment for sure, me deciding if I should wear slippers or go bare feet.

I’ve been wearing slippers since the floors were dirty. I swept it today and it felt better and when I get home I’ll mop the floor and we’ll go from there.

The pets aren’t a fan. Pickles slips around and his claws go clickity-clack all around. I don’t even see Relish walking around at all. She hides during the day and will come out from her spot once in a blue moon.

It’s an adjustment for everyone and I think it’ll be good in the long run.

It’s a change and change takes time. It doesn’t happen overnight.

It’s different and sometimes different is what you’ve been striving for because old and same is just that, old and same.

Change it up. Switch it up.

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