And there's ANOTHER box of photo albums.

 These are in an ancient U-Haul box, and I honestly have no idea what they are. ARRRRGH!!!

So far, my diligent quest to find and preserve important family memories has resulted in...a few random pictures. We earnestly saved about 100 lbs. of mostly shit for DECADES. Out of focus pictures of unidentifiable places and people. I mean, we are talking THOUSANDS of images, and so far there's less than 100 actually worth keeping. SOO many duplicates, so many WTFs. So many duplicate WTFs. Zero OMG amazing treasures. There are some cool pictures of my parents, the great-grandparents, looking all glam in their 50s finery, and a couple of pics I must scan of me and my cousin in our  teens, as proof that yes, we really were once quite hot. But wading through the drek is just tiring.

One of my absolute favorite things about this modern age is the ability to take and share photos with the gadget in your pocket. No need to drop off the film, pay to develop, wait and see what you have, and discover there are two decent photos in a roll. BUT you paid good money for those photos, and dropping them in the trash feels like throwing money in the toilet. So you put them in an album and 40 years later go WTF and peel out six that are actually worth scanning to bring them into the 21st century.

Yeah, it kinda was just throwing money in the toilet, but we did it because that was the only way to "preserve those precious memories." BTW, WTF ever happened to Kodak? They're still around, they evolved and good on them, but damn, their ubiquitous commercials had us all desperately snapping and paying to develop "memories" that in retrospect weren't precious, and all their point and shoot cameras were shit. 

Taking rolls and rolls of family photos was just expected, and we all did it. We bought cameras and film and then paid to have that film developed, so we paid at both ends, all without knowing if we'd captured the moment we wanted. 

At least "wasting money" on avocado toast is actually buying food. 

My Friday began bright and early with a new work WTF, that seriously had me ready to announce my retirement before 10 a.m. 

How to tell this story without identifying details?  

Okay, so I was asked to provide information for a project. It was a very short deadline project, and they didn't need all the information I'd normally put together, so I gave them what they asked for and considered it done. 

Approximately 6 weeks later, someone I don't work with or answer to in any way asked me for the more detailed information that would be standard in a normal duration project. I explained that we didn't do that for this one because tight timeline and the people needing the info told me they didn't need it, so no, I didn't have the information requested. So okay, asked and answered, I moved on to my current projects.

 So TODAY, that person emailed me and God and Everybody associated with the project and asked WHEN I'D PROVIDE THE INFORMATION AS DISCUSSED.  

And seriously, I had to get up from my desk and walk around and load the dishwasher and stare out the window and breathe deeply, because my first reaction was to explode. I had carefully explained to that person that the information wasn't part of the scope for this project. Happily, our prior emails were attached, and it was clear that I'd never agreed to go back and redo my part of this project. I do not answer to this person. This person can use the information I provide to the entire team, I don't care, but she's not part of the two teams that need my work product and I gave them what they wanted. 

Oh, and my boss was on vacation this week and I like her way too much to bitch to her while she's off, but it'll be on the list for our next one on one. 

Apparently the complainant raised the issue with another party, someone I have worked with for years, and he very nicely asked me about it. I explained what had happened and he said thanks and was fine with it. I'm not "in trouble" - not that I have the teeniest mouse turd to give at this point.  

I'm just too old for this shit.