So long, Lilly!

As our readers are no doubt aware, the lovely Lilly has left the producers in search of better employment. But she promises me that she'll keep writing amusing anecdotes (*coughs and sputters in Sophie's direction*) about her time at the producers.

Yesterday was her last day in the office, and apparently the only day Grape thought would be needed to train others in what she does. I wasn't asked to learn her job (and was pretty glad too. The investors creep me out a little.)

I started my day setting up the network backups, talking to the phone company, then having to spend an hour or so very very patiently explaining to Glenda how the internet works and how we can offer tenants internet access and why we've just started doing it. (The building was mostly wired for it 10 years ago, but as with many projects around here, tons of money are thrown at it, but then Those In Charge get bored, fire whoever was spearheading it, or run out of money and abandon it.)

Another funny thing is Glenda has an MIS degree. Perhaps the hair dye seeped into her brain and erased whatever was in there, because she can barely turn the things on.

Anyhoo, I ran around doing odds and ends as usual, dreading the test I had to take in my night class and 4:00pm rolls around. I'm hoping I can slip out a few minutes early and beat the traffic rush . . . but nooooooooo. There's some huge problem at a satellite office of Mr. Tap Dancing's company . . . who we sortof work for/with or something. And Mr. Tap Dancing's sole remaining employee, Marge, is training with Lilly and also needs the phone (and all 6 phone lines) in our office . . . as well as her old computer.

Well, there's no way I can fix the satellite office problem before 5, but I manage to tackle the phone and computer issue, scrambling around, looking nervously at my watch as the minutes tick by . . . get it all up and running, test it out, then BOLT out the door.

It's a shame I had that test too--Lilly wanted some of the staff to meet up w/ her for a sendoff dinner . . . Such is life . . .