To be fair, tho, tech support folks get more than their share of idiots who think the monitor is the computer, or don’t know the difference between a browser and an operating system, or think that “wireless” means you don’t have to plug it in… And some are required to stick to a script, just to eliminate wasting too much time with the idiots. No, I’m not tech support, nor do I play one on TV, but I know things. ![]()
I absolutely hated stuff like that - discussing what influenced what or the significance of symbolism or all that crap. I read for a story, preferably one written by a person who has mastered basic grammar rules. If you’re going to make me look beyond that, I’ll take my cheezy paperbacks and go.
I could blame my 12th grade English teacher, who asked "What was the saddest line in < story>, then got pissed when no one picked the line she thought was the saddest. OK, too early to rant. I’m done. ![]()
Neither of us drink coffee, but spousal unit came equipped with an ancient Mr. Coffee after his divorce. We used it for years to make tea - bags in the carafe, and let Mr C heat the water. Then the heating unit died. Now I use the carafe to dump water into my counter top ice maker, or to water my houseplants.
Near as I can tell, we barely got a spit of rain last night, despite all the dire warnings. It pretty much stayed north and west of us. Dammit. Oh well.
We both have Dr appts this morning followed by an afternoon of chasing wires from the circuit breaker panel to places unknown. Yesterday, FCD found several wires in the middle of bundles that had just been cut and left. So we need to get all of those yanked out. We also need to find a 15 amp DC circuit breaker to replace the one that literally started melting down. I swear, the previous owner of this boat narrowly missed setting the vessel on fire!
Knowing what we know now, I’m not so sure we’d have bought it in the first place, but all we can do now is muddle thru the repairs.
I did get FCD to agree to call me periodically when he’s working aboard alone. I knew he was messing with electrical stuff yesterday, and it got to late afternoon and I heard nothing, so I was just a tad worried. Maybe I overreact, but considering what he was doing and where he was doing it, I don’t think so.
And so it goes. Happy Firday!!