Security guard, will you please get off your ass and chase these kids out the door? Their mother wandered off thirty minutes ago. The littlest one, who can’t be more than two, is running around the reference area pulling books off the shelves and hiding from her brother. I’m so glad you stopped her from pulling the fire alarm, now could you chase them out?
I’d do it, but TPTB have decreed that we lowly desk jockeys aren’t allowed to confront the patrons anymore. Probably because of the menopausal librarian who goes on full rampages against these people.
Writing multiple choice assessments (that’s tests for you commoners and commonsensical people who don’t get off on high falutin’ words) makes me want to:
A. Slit my wrists
B. Throw my computer against the wall
C. Eat an entire box of chocolate animal crackers
D. All of the above
Driving is a mode of transportation. The whole point of it is to allow us to go places. If, whilst on the road, you can safely and legally go, and you do not go, you fail at driving. If you are truly that fond of your brake pedal, you are welcome to sit in your driveway and make mad passionate love to it with your foot for as long as you like. The rest of us wish to use our means of locomotion to locomote, so kindly relieve us of your presence.
Sigh. I’m not looking forward to reinstalling all my software.
My hard drive is dying - it makes funny noises, restarts randomly (alright, that might have been from the spider living in the case and building its web in the CPU fan. At very least it hasn’t restarted again today since I blew out the case. It was surprisingly clean for being in a house with four cats), and I usually get an error message when I’m shutting down that it can’t write. I’ve backed everything up (because I can be taught) and will go get a new hard drive soon. I’ve already downloaded the installers for all my free software so I don’t have to deal with that. But my files are still a mess from the last time I did this. When I wiped the wrong drive. With almost no backups. :eek: (Yeah, I was seriously suicidal for about ten minutes - all my writing, all my poetry, all my art was GONE. Until I remembered that I had copies of my writing on my laptop. Wooh. I do not recommend that.)
But it’s so boring. And time consuming. And… ARGH.
What’s with all the ticks this year? I just got in from gardening and felt something in my hair so I brushed it with my hand. A couple of second later, I noticed a large tick crawling across my laptop screen. Now my whole body is psychosomatically itching.
This is the third or fourth tick I’ve brought in with me this season (one of which I didn’t find until it had made itself at home on my leg, thereby grossing me out of existence).
LCD Monitor is dying. The colours are all washed out, it’s started flickering on startup, it flickered randomly last night whilst I was playing TF2 and it makes a funny buzzing noise through the internal speaker.
So now I’m back to using my old (MASSIVE, even though it’s only a 15" screen) CRT. I forgot how big this was. And how much I had to play around with the refresh rate.
For some reason, whoever designed the oven in our current apartment wasn’t aware that people might bake multiple batches of something. Therefore, if you set cooking time when you’re baking something, once it counts down to 0, it turns off the oven and you have to reset the oven temperature as well as the timer. I’ve made a few decent-sized batches of cookies and sausage rolls this week, and I’m tired of doing this. May the designer and everyone who signed off on the design never know the taste of homemade chocolate chip cookies which are still warm from the oven again!
By the way, Jodi, I agree with you on the one-long-paragraph issue. I’ve even seen it on essays I’m judging for scholarships!
Fuck you, candy wrapper. When I release you, 2 inches above the dead center of the enormous trash can, you do not fling yourself to the side and fall on the floor, forcing me to stop, pick you up, and actually insert my hand into the rubbish bin to be rid of you. Every scrap of paper I have tried to throw away the last two weeks has done this. WTF? Is there some sort of tiny scrap of paper revolution going on?
ETA: Sympathies to stretch and Seige, why not use something else as a timer besides the oven itself?
We’re still doing some refurbishing after last year’s fire, and one of the things I haven’t bought yet is a timer. Besides, I only think about it when I’m baking, and then it’s a minor annoyance. I really should remember to pick one up, though. Thanks!
I hear ya. We’ve never had any problems with ticks on our dogs until this year. My husband picked another one off of our yellow lab earlier this afternoon (that’s four, so far). It seems that the tick collars just aren’t working anymore. What’s worse is our chow/blue heeler mix sleeps on our bed and when my husband got up from a nap one day last week, he found a tick crawling in the bed. :eek: Needless to say, ALL the bedclothes went into the wash.
I had an oven once that did the same thing, and it is very annoying.
My current oven has touch-pad controls, and they are almost impossible to read. I’ve had to just memorize the layout, rather than have to keep leaning over the stovetop to see the labels.
Fucking headache. Either develop into something really major so I can justify calling in sick and staying home in bed, or go away. Two days of constant medium-level pain throbbing back and forth between my neck and my eyeballs is accomplishing nothing except pissing me off.
Argh! Why was I looking at kimono on eBay?! Why did I bid on one?! I’m going to buy stuff in person next weekend! I need to save that money! On the other hand, it’s really cute.
Re: the election. My mom told me that she, too, does not like Obama. That’s fine, but she kept saying that there was just something about him. But, “It’s not because of…” I did not give her a pass here. I just looked blankly at her until she filled in “his color”, said slightly more quietly than the rest of her sentence.
I just went through this recently at a chain restaurant that features Italian-like food. We ordered the bruschetta, and I pronounced it, like I do every time, correctly, “broo-sket-ta.” Every single time I do this, I get mis-corrected. Well, this time I had it. I said to the person, “It’s not broo-shetta. It’s pronounced broo-sket-ta. Don’t correct people when you don’t know what you’re talking about.” She looked pretty embarrassed and apologized.
I’ve decided that I will do this every time I’m mis-corrected on this. It bothers me.
