Dude, people have done dumber things in the name of luuuuurve.
I moved into a craptacular moth-infested, oft-flooded, low-ceilinged overpriced basement apartment in Little Italy for luuuurve. Boise isn’t out of the question.
Besides, this is the same girl who’s convinced that with $9000, she can pay for her dream destination wedding in Bora Bora (or whatever) and TWO receptions back in Canada. Reality isn’t exactly her strong suit. :rolleyes:
My PC is working. Rah. Now I have to work…
Grr. I woke up this morning to discover that my new 'puter won’t connect to the internet. The router is working fine; the laptop is connecting on both wired and wireless connections. But the new desktop is just sitting there going neener neener neener.
I do NOT want to have to call Dell tech support. In Bangalore. So I have put out an emergency call to Papa Tigs. At least I have the laptop so I’m not deprived of my online-goofing-off access!
I have read all, but it pretty much went whooosh by my befuddled head. So appropriate hugs, yays, boos, as needed, and will someone please clean up that fishy mess all over the floor? :eek:
I find this image somehow… Disturbing.
looks around, sniffs suspiciously
Hmmph.
shovels remains of trout and braaaaains into Rm 304 and closes door firmly
sprays air freshener
There, that oughta do it…
So why is it that nothing in this world can just be simple, huh? We got the proposed contract from the money people and it bears absolutely NO resemblance to what we’ve discussed. Looks like somebody stayed up aaaaalll night figuring out how to stack the deck so far in his favor that we’d end up indentured servants for life–if we don’t just get totally aced out of the deal entirely. We’re revising the proposal, obviously, I mean we were all born during the day but not YESTERDAY ferchrissakes. No offense to any marketing people who might be around, but marketing people tend to be bottom feeding scum of the earth who can’t actually DO anything themselves so they just remora on those who can. Hmmph. Grrr. People suck.
On the cute side, Grandkid has started a band with a couple of friends–here’s their MySpace Music page. Aren’t teenaged boys tryna act kewl just the cutest little cheek pinchin’ things EVAR? That child just makes my life a whole lot brighter, y’know?
Well, gotta go off and meet with an injection molding die maker who apparently is 97 and doesn’t speak too clearly and who also seems extremely grumpy–let’s hope he knows a lot more about the bidness than his phone manner would indicate and that he’ll work cheap. Something tells me we’re gonna need cheap workers here soon.
Maybe I oughta just buy a lottery ticket… oh wait, I do that once every six months or so and never check to see if I’ve won, heh heh…
{{{MMP}}}
I feel like I could puke.
This usually happens when the health department is scheduled to come in. I get all nervous and nauseous and then I’m no good to anyone because I’m too sick to help clean. And I can’t even just hide somewhere and sleep because I’m usually too nervous to sleep properly.
For instance, I just filled half the Coke cooler and now I’m sick. Ugh.
And, no, gotti, none of the things in that thread apply to me. The last time that the health inspector was in she actually grabbed one of our menus because she wanted to recommend us to someone else. I just get all twisted up and feel like I’m about to take some HUGE exam where my score could possibly lead to Sudden Death.
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Mahna, your sister continues to be amazingly stupid. I had one wedding in Toronto, it was small and cheap, and it cost about $4000. Reality really isn’t her strong suit.
Is your mother in Kingston? I realised I forgot to ask.
If you do go visit, bring gin. Drink it all.
(Parental braggging) Nat’s started beaming at me while I eat and going ‘yum, yum yum’ with his mouth. He looks very, “Oooh, good Mummy! I know how to do that! That’s food!”
It’s cute.
He’s crawling. That’s scary.
…And any peace **LiLi **made have had is now gone until Nat is 3. Hey, you wouldn’t want me to sugarcoat the truth would you?
I got some of my grad school files cleared and cleaned up and moved some of them to my iDisk. One of the image wouldn’t transfer though–the techies at the school told me to call the techies at Apple. I’m way UNDER-impressed with the tech support at Apple, so I think I’ll live with it for today.
I also cleaned a small portion of our walk in closet in the master bedroom. I threw my list away—although I did work on some of #1 son’s hours for his license. He has to have 50 hours Behind The Wheel. Even though I scribbled stuff down, that’s still a lot of hours to record. :rolleyes:
#2 son is feeling the lack of friends this past week. His 2 buddies are in Hobo Jungle together every day–but he refused to do it, so here we are. Life lessons and all that…
I need to be somewhat productive today. Thing is, I dunno what I want to do with my day!
Oh, and Mahna–hate to say this, but your sis is giving stupid a bad name. She’s gonna take her toys and go home, eh? Good luck with that. Silly girl.
LiLi once they get mobile, it’s all uphill.
I’m on N.O.L. break. I made myself a good sallit. Some lettuce, carrot, cuke, radishes, deli ham and turkey, cheddar cheese, some chopped aig, croutons and roasted red pepper vinegarette dressin’. MMMMMMMMM… I have a happy tummy but am not stuffed.
I have some good and gooder news, for me at least. The good news is I’m almost finished with the mumblers. YAY! The gooder news is I got a call from work askin’ me if I could take on some more apps this afternoon and work from home tomorrow on a batch. No prob, says I. It’s gooder news because, even though it’s a big pile to go through, I can get it done, get it turned in (they’re bringin’ em out to me, gonna pick up what I have done, and will come and get the next batch when I’m done), that’s it for the week. This means, if’n I don’t wanna, I don’t have to work Firday. YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!. That’s why it’s gooder news.
Ok, Ima go surf the Dope for a few whilst I wait on 'em to get here and then it’s back to work.
Later Y’all!
Oh and MCUNE have fun campin’. I know there are people who like to camp and “rough it”. However, my idea of “roughin’ it” is a hotel without room service or a pool.
Grrrr! (*&@#$ Microsoft! After mucho aggravation trying to get through to FIOS tech support, I learned that the reason my computer wouldn’t connect? The security patch that Microsoft sent out last night that I installed this morning! So I had to do a system restore on my computer, and on the laptop – I’d rebooted it and it did the update at the reboot. Grrr!
WARNING WARNING WARNING! DO NOT INSTALL THE MICROSOFT SECURITY PATCH THEY SENT OUT LAST NIGHT IF YOU WANT TO HAVE AN INTERNET CONNECTION!
Of course, it’s probably too late now for some people. The guy at the call center said almost every call they were getting was for that issue. Gotta love it.
Okay, now back to work now that the mystery has been solved.
I know the feeling. During the Christmas season, I play the part of a kitchen porter at the Dickens Fair. Is the fridge cold? Is the dishwashing sink hot? Is the sanitizer sink appropriately dosed? Is the floor clean? And so on. Happily, the inspectors normally show up just once during the run, and early in the day before all the tea leaves and bread crusts are strewn about.
Do your inspectors like to see everything textbook-perfect when they walk in, or do you have the devil’s spawn sort of inspector that needs to find *something * wrong so they can justify their presence? You know, dumb stuff like leaving the lid off a flour bin or not having the CPR/choking poster visible. Just don’t leave any of those “sudden death” things like a warm fridge, open containers of raw poultry on the counter or no soap at the handwashing sink. :smack: But, you’re a responsible food service operator and run a healthy establishment, so what’s to worry about? (You do keep the place clean, right?)
**It’s hot, hot hot! ** And I’m **sick ** of it! I have no idea when the AC finally caught up last night, but it was still 78 in the house when we went to bed. It’s almost like someone’s left a few windows open to let in all of that sulty 85-degree air that we had at 10:30 last night. Yeah, 85 degrees at 10:30 PM. ICK!
Very tired. Took a nap under my desk for a little bit.
Today and tomorrow are 14-hour days. Can I hold out until Friday afternoon? We shall see.
Hell is freezing over. Pigs are flying. Rogers Wireless is caving to consumer demands and offering a pretty inexpensive, high bandwidth, untethered iPhone 3G plan.
Only one of these things caused the other two. Guess which one? Yup. Rogers is actually offering a 6GB/month plan for iPhone 3G buyers on a 3 year contract for just $30 extra on top of any voice plan if activated before August 31st. The deal in itself is pretty damn good for Canadians considering our outrageous data rates, but the mere fact that Rogers has backed down from anything is, in itself, the stuff legends and bard’s tales are made of. It’s like getting George Bush to admit, “Yeah, OK, so that whole Iraq thing? My bad.” It’s like getting Fox News to adopt a responsible journalism model, or Fred Phelps to admit he’s just a self-loathing homosexual.
Truly, knowing that we can tweak the ears of the giant means we don’t have to take its BS anymore. We might be nicey nicey polite people up here in the Great White, but we’ll kick seven bells out’n the ass of anyone who pisses us off enough.
Oh, and it’s another hot day full of liquid air. Ugh.
Tigs - My computer auto-updated last night, and my work PC did so today, and my net connections are still in good working order. Must be some sort of conflict or something. Or maybe it’s the fact that I never installed SP3 'cos I’d heard mixed reports about its efficacy.
Mahna[sup]2[/sup] - $9K for a full wedding abroad? Clearly she’s never even spoken to someone who’s had a wedding. Or researched it. A buddy of mine had planned for his wedding – not really lavish, but a well appointed Greek affair. He’d gotten the tab up to $40k before they had eventually called the wedding off. (Unrelated reasons) Hopefully one day soon her reality checks will stop bouncing.
Rigs - :eek: My calls are just clueless dealers who are so disorganized it’s a wonder they can keep a business running. Folks with medical issues getting all addle-brained though – that’s scary. How do you go into surgery without knowing or, apparently, caring what kind of surgery it is? I mean, unless you’ve got a heavy case of body dysmorphism, and then any kind of surgery or removal’s cool. 
Eesh. I wanna smack my callers for making my job harder – but yours, they need a boot in the arse to stop them from making their lives harder – or for that matter, putting themselves further at risk of potentially nasty business.
Spaz - I wish I could take naps under my desk. All day.
LiLi, Mumsy is now living in Montreal. It’s my idiot sister who is in Kingston. Normally, I would be more than happy to take a trip to Montreal for the weekend since I can usually find plenty of fun things to do (like maybe checking out the Yves St Laurent retrospective at the art gallery… drooooool).
Congrats on Nat discovering mobility. You realise you’re going to spend the next 18 yrs running after him now, right?
Mindy, I guess that means that marketing received the smelly dead trout slap I sent them on the way to Tim Horton’s the other day. I picked one that was extra-stinky, just for you.
July 11th promises to be utter madness. I’m SO glad I’m not dealing with customers any more.
So this is what you wasted your 2000[sup]th[/sup] post on…? Pretending to be clean? And good…? 
**Lili **-- the race has begun. And you will never catch up! Isn’t that a fun fact to know? :eek:
(Still, you’ll enjoy the years that will fly by. Truly you will :))
Mork, why would you wish to take naps under your desk? I, for one, would prefer to take a nap under Spaz’s desk…
**Tigs **-- XP or Vista? If XP, which flavor thereof? (If Vista, see if I care! :rolleyes: )
Muppet, if your crazy sis does go to Boise, be a nice netizen and warn **SnowBunny **first! :eek:
Daughter has had a meltdown re her new laptop which she now says sucks. I lost my temper (after attempting to reason with her and sympathize) and told her to take it back.
Honestly. Sometimes I want to make her go work on a farm all summer or something. Not that she doesn’t work hard, but really, she does lose perspective quite a bit (must be TH thing. 
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Ok, so I’m home from the library (we rode our bikes) and now I have a question. I know 3 people at this library (names changed to protect my ass). Let’s call them Dora, Andrew and Betsy. Dora was head of reader’s services; Andrew was Associate Director and Betsy is head of Circ.
Dora worked there for a good while, got through school and took a better position at a smaller nearby lib about 18 months ago. Andrew, her live in lover, stayed at the lib until he found a better position at a different lib(not the one that Dora was at) about 5 months ago as well. Then Dora found yet a better position at a larger lib(about 6 months ago) and went to work for that one. None of these people work at the same library anymore. Dora hasn’t worked there for almost 2 years(and she worked there for about 4 years). Andrew worked there for 3 years before moving on.
So, you can all please explain to me why Betsy would tell me today that she doesn’t miss them(Dora and Andrew) at all and that they were not loyal and in fact “you wouldn’t believe what we went through with THEM”? 
Were they supposed to stay in that library until they were found dead and desiccated in the back stacks? I don’t get it. I’m always confused by stories where I’m supposed to ID immediately the reason for the ire and yet all the “facts” seem reasonable to me. Can anyone help?
Yes, of course my kitchen is clean.
{{{Cutie}}} Instead of pardoning… anything we can do to help? 
Heh, just got this from my brother and thought I’d share:
The following is the winning entry from an annual contest at Texas A&M University calling for the most appropriate definition of a contemporary term. This year’s term was ’ Political Correctness’.
The winner wrote:
'Political Correctness is a doctrine, fostered by a delusional, illogical minority, and rabidly promoted by an unscrupulous mainstream media, which holds forth the proposition that it is entirely possible to pick up a turd by the clean end.'
<snerk>
I’m stealing that for my signature. So there!