In which I accomplish virtually nothing whatsoever. I had plans to get some shit done this weekend, but The Curseâ„¢ arrived and I decided to be lazy instead. I watched a bunch of classic Doctor Who. I ate hash browns with gravy, a weird and completely non-nutritious dish I get occasional cravings for. I knitted. […]
In which it’s all good news. Okay, so obviously none of you read, care about software, or have an iThing, so you were not in the least interested in the last post. (At least Shenry was kind enough to comment anyway.) But guess what? I have something interesting to share! I’ve been asked to write […]
Then I discovered Stanza. I installed it (for free, because I’d already purchased BookShelf), and… Wow! What an awesome application!
Recently, I was assigned the job of updating all the software and attendant links on the company’s download page, and in the process of doing that I had to nag the man a bunch to get a working FTP login so I could actually upload the new software.
Today I am getting unreasonably irritated with my customers when they say dumb stuff, which leads me to mention that my vacation is at T -25 and counting.
They took her temperature (totally normal) and interviewed me about her behavior (she’s eating and drinking and eliminating) and poked and prodded her tummy (no pain response) and said she’s fine. If she pukes I’m supposed to bring her in for X-rays, but other than that she’s in fine shape for an old girl.
At work, Bindu produced two more puddles of dog puke that I had to clean up with paper towels while on the phone teching a DSL customer. I poured myself a huge glass of water on the theory that it would help me flush out the stress hormones but I have only managed to drink half of it.
I’m trying to maintain a good attitude but I still expect to get laid off any minute. I applied at the local temp agency a couple of weeks ago, just to feel pro-active about something. They called me last week and said they had absolutely no work.
I’ve taken to doing Flickr swaps lately.
What this means is that I send stuff to people I don’t know in real life, and they send me stuff back. In the mail. On purpose.
By the time I have my money back, I wion’t be able to book flights to Dallas for $318. We’ll end up flying at six in the morning and suffering four-hour layovers in shitty airports and we’ll probably have to pay $500 each for the privilege.
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