Mircosoft are a pain in the proverbial.
I hate microsoft. I don’t usually go on a rant about the software giants, but today they’re pissing me off. I got an email from Operations to say that my mailbox was taking up too much space on the server. Fair enough. I find out that I can store all my backed up emails relating to work locally. I create the new folders and silly me thought I can just drag and drop the emails from my folder on the server to the one I just created. But no. Stupid flipping outlook won’t move any emails with attachments except by themselves. By themselves??! Like what the feck? Seriously, what is so wrong with dragging and dropping say 10 of them? Would the poor application have a heart attack? And people wonder why I wax poetic about Gmail. At least it lets you do things without a cryptic can’t move files. No reason, just can’t move them. How about won’t?! Fecking microsoft and fecking outlook.
In other news, the art practical was a disaster for the kid. Her words not mine. Apparently, and this part I am still
reeling at, the art teacher was pottering around during the exam. Correct me if I’m wrong, but in an offical examination such as the Leaving Certificate is, no teachers are allowed within a 10 yard radius of the room? At least
when I did it that was the case. However, she was in the room and told the kid her lettering was wrong and so the kid
started to change it and then ran out of time. I think personally she should have kept her mouth shut. However I am
unware of what the procedure is with regards teachers being allowed into exam halls. Perhaps things have changed since I was a student. I aim to find out. However, if it is the case that teacher shouldn’t have been there, we can’t complain as this would not just affect the kid but also the other students and there might be a chance the paper be declared void. I have no idea how these things work but I aim to find out.
I got home to an empty apartment yesterday, Mammy2 in one bedroom and the kid in the other. I was thinking about doing some work but then opted out of it. My shoulder was still sore from the wee bit of work I did at the weekend. I popped on some of my tragic country that usually gets slated and chilled out on the couch. The sleeping beauties all arose about 45 minutes later. The kid was still a tad angry about her art but not as worked up as I thought she would be. When it comes to art, she can lose the head. Fire and brimstone as the sister says.
