In which I complain about my DH, mourn the loss of another dog, and comment on work.

Bread blew off going to work again today, which kinda pissed me off for some reason. The night before last he’d told me he was going up to Cedar Rapids the next day and would stay up there until Friday, then yesterday morning he decided not to work. He decided this morning not to work yet again.

It’s not like he’s lazing around; he’s been cleaning the property. He’s created a “fence row” and towed a bunch of vehicle carcasses back there. He’s shuffled a couple trailer loads of garbage and crap over to the burn pile (which is now half the size of our house). He’s removed the dead appliances from the driveway, moved piles of wood, and picked up garbage. He’s graded the driveway, and mowed an acre or two. (His mom gave him a tractor recently.) Yesterday he even did the dishes.

And it’s not like I can blame someone for not wanting to go to work. I mean, work sucks, and it’s Spring and gorgeous outside.

But. We’ve got maybe $90 until the next time one of us gets paid, which is probably him — and not until next Friday. We can’t keep gas in his truck for that, not to mention keep me in lemondrop martinis. (The lemondrop martini is my new drink. Summery, don’t you think? And delicious. Yum. And plus I’m sick of cranberry juice.)

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NLW and the ever-gorgeous Mr. J had to put a dog down yesterday. (Everyone I know knows someone who has lost a pet recently, it’s like they’re all checking out at once.) I met NLW at the bar after work last night and bought her a drink. Funnily enough, she’s now drinking my old cocktail-of-choice, the Scarlet O’Hara. (The problem with online drink recipes is that no one makes them the same. I had to read nine lemondrop recipes to find the one I like. It’s ridiculous.)

Re-re IMed me today. She misses Dhuma. Says she’ll be fine for awhile, then will start crying.

Fuck.

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“Oh, no,” intoned Buzz from behind me, just now.

“What,” I said.

“Look back at picasso,” he said.

I did.

Oh shit. BSOD. (Picasso is one of our very important internal servers here at work.)

I walked over to read the error. It said INACCESSIBLE BOOT DEVICE. Trying to make Buzz laugh, I said, “Well, that’s not the worst BSOD you can get.”

He said, “It is about the worst you can get!”

If that box doesn’t come back up, he’ll start throwing things. (Last week he threw his phone and startled one of the people from the admin building. *giggle*)

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Last night’s Windows Update is fucked. If you haven’t installed it yet, wait a few days. It breaks some computers display drivers.

Our boss rebooted his computer after the update and his display went to 800×600, so he right-clicked on his desktop to edit his Properties, and Windows promptly rebooted. It also rebooted when he tried to navigate to the Display Control Panel. Same thing happened to another engineer. Both have flat panel displays.

Aren’t Windows Updates fun?

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This cracked me up. If I got a letter from my representative with curse words in it, I’d love it.

But I’m a person who deliberately uses the f-word as many times as I can in any given day, so the a-word wouldn’t rattle me even if it was totally out of context.