Manager's Journal, Granite 3, 128
Apparently, it's the new day, judging by someone who said "good morning" to me. I was unable to resist the urge to knock him unconscious for bothering me. Hit head multiple times to make sure wouldn't remember the encounter. Dumped in bottom of residential areas with coffins to avoid discovery, and left an empty booze barrel that had failed the tainted booze inspection for the curious to find.
Ordered a change in plans on the well-and-drain system for the aquifer. Decided that dumping the water into the caverns was a risk that we didn't need to take, and that we could simply run a series of atom smashers on a "bottom floor" in order to clear out water, instead. Apparently, I am back in the proper mindset to use the physically impossible to handle my minor wants.
Other than that, it was time to do some workshop babysitting.
Some serious, serious babysitting.
Goddamn morons would probably need me to help them wipe if the gods weren't too prudish to allow us to have toilets.
Found out that the glassmaker was building nothing but glass serrated blades, which aren't nearly as useful as simply making iron blades, and as such, I ordered him to make doors and tables and chairs and nest boxes and other things we actually need, instead. Glass cages are much more cheap and replaceable than wooden ones.
Found out that the previous administrator had made all our weapons traps out of green glass serrated blades instead of iron ones for some odd reason. I guess this is why they could walk through 6 rows of weapons traps without dying. I will need to order the construction of massive numbers of iron serrated blades to give our defenses actual stopping power.
These glass discs are extremely valuable, however, so I might just sell them instead of anything else.
... Apparently, the previous administrator made one row of weapons traps that consisted of 5 iron serrated blades each, and then the rest were all green glass. Not efficient - the first trap is pure murder, but if they dodge that, or the first one is clogged, the rest are weak. It would be better to mix up one iron blade and four glass blades. In fact, mixing in some giant axe blades would probably be more useful - serrated discs attack three times, but if it's not penetrating armor, you might as well go for blunt chopping damage.
We have a massive backlog of quarry bush leaves that weren't being prepared. Ordered our farmers to get back to work.
A "milking" order was clogging our farmer's workshop. We have no milkers. We do have spinners and shearers, though. Whatever, just give them something to do.
We have billon for that billon coffin order, and we have 12 bars of steel and 26 bars of iron. We can easily make armor for our marksdwarves at this rate, and make iron serrated discs as long as our iron production continues.
Ordered more craftsdwarf workshops to be built, and ordered bone bolts to be constructed for our marksdwarves to use as soon as their new barracks are built.
Ordered the construction of nest boxes, so that we could take advantage of our poultry surplus. Ordered the construction of cages to prevent an extreme poultry surplus through allowing all those eggs to be fertilized.
Apparently, we have one HELL of a mussel fishery running. 58 raw mussels in our stockpiles, and 19 raw mussel biscuits. (Is that sanitary?) Apparently, xordie, our cook, is allergic to cooking with plants, because all our other meals are egg or buffalo biscuits. Some of our dwarves are full-time fisherdwarves, and nobody has been shucking the mussels they keep fishing up. At least we won't want for shells in any fey moods. Ordered one of the fisherdwarves to stop fishing, and work on shucking the shells. I then ordered another to stop fishing altogether, because she was also a glassblower, and that's much more useful than fishing.
Ordered two of the waterbuffalo to be slaughtered. One was in pretty bad shape - apparently two of the bulls had been going at it with each other for a while due to overcrowding, and one of them was about to die on its own, anyway.
We also apparently have hundreds of strawberry seeds, even if we lack for dwarves to actually plant them. I don't much mind, being a fan of strawberry wine, myself, but apparently, our fortress subsists almost entirely on prickle berries and strawberries, along with some occasional seafood.
Ugh, there are entire floors of nothing but coffins in our residential section. Apparently, Blade wanted to give everyone there own tomb just a few feet down the road from their own bedroom. Friggin' creepy.
I hope he wasn't planning on FILLING them all...
Maybe I should prepare an Unfortunate Accident, just in case?
Ordered a re-evaluation of the amount of wood we have in light of forbidding such a large quantity of the wood beyond our reach, at least for the time being. We are apparently down to 13 unused logs in safe locations. 131 logs were apparently cut down in the areas outside the safe zone, and have been abandoned.
This makes my head pound.
AND WHY DO WE HAVE SO DAMN MANY MINERS?! Assigning Truean and Rolan7 to hauling instead of creating more things to haul.
I just noticed that the stairs to our well are both "up" stairs, meaning they don't function - a dwarf has to walk along the wall to reach the well.
Ordering a wounded captured goblins' cage to be set up in one of the abandoned mines with a lever, while I requisitioned myself a nice, blunt weapon SO I HAVE SOMEONE TO KILL TO TAKE OUT THE STRESS