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So I finally got a fancy thinkin’ box this afternoon; however, it didn’t have local admin rights (which we’re supposed to have for the first two weeks to download & install all of the work-related/required software) & given it’s a mega-corp, there are multiple email suffixes. They gave me the wrong one & didn’t even alias the correct one. If you send an email to IRLname@<WhatEveryoneElseHas>.com, it rejects! So I really got a fancy doorstop box today.
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Hmmm. Sounds like you’ve met our IT department. I don’t fully understand the granting of local admin privileges - we can do everything else, including turn on user’s desktop PCs, remotely via the LAN and centralized policies. But that one non-uncommon feature requires having someone visit the user to set it up.
At least we got rid of 99% of the email domains after the merger was completed. That was a weird never-never land of duplicated IDs for a lot of people with common names. I had to feel a bit sorry for the group that was tasked with coordinating duplicate names - if you’ve got a joe.smith@weboughtyou.com and a joe.smith@wegotbought.com, how do you sort it out? Do you just say all people at WeBoughtYou keep their IDs, or do you let Joe at WeGotBought keep the ID because they’re a vice president and the other Joe is a lowly peon? With a combined roster of 300,000 or so people, there were a LOT of duplicate names.
taters - they put far too much bell pepper in Manwich for my tastes, and yes, aside from that, they did something unfortunate to the recipe in the past few years.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 63 Amurrkin out with a predicted high of 87 and a chance of rain. We got about an inch of rain durin’ the night. Bring it on I say!
mmmmmm’s hope the hubby’s folks in Texas are ok.
Taters Manwich is up there with Miracle Whip for the worse food idea evah! ICK! Sloppy Joes are also ick. I’ve even made 'em from scratch and still didn’t like 'em.
Spidey hope the fancy thinkin’ box works for ya today.
Ok, I need more caffiene and should feed rumbly tummy. Then, alas, irk purtification must commence.
Taters, the moral of the story is never buy something that is easily made at home. I’m guessing the stuff you bought uses the infamous Pink Slime that’s been all over the news these days. I swear, I’m thinking of buying my own meat grinder…
**gotti **- our IT folks used to deliver our machines fully loaded with whatever we needed, but we were absolutely, positively forbidden to plug them into the network sockets if we had to move desks. We could connect everything up to that point, but the final click had to be accomplished by the pros. Of course, knowing some of the stupid I worked with, that probably made sense. Plus it involved crawling under the desk, and the IT folks were allowed to wear jeans, so they could crawl, dammit!!! Yet another thing I don’t miss in retirement…
Spidey, better baby steps than old geezer steps. At least baby steps take one forward into an exciting new phase of life. Geezer steps just lead to the bathroom and a rocker on the porch - just ask swampy!!
So, plans for today - I need to stay good and hydrated since I’m pretty sure they’ll have to place an IV and I have really crappy veins. I’m thinking about running to WalMart before my appointment, since I need cat litter and toothpaste and laundry detergent (no not all together - each is for its specified purpose!) I may as well try to do something constructive this morning, because I suspect when I get home, I’m gonna be kinda out of it - I tend to take a while to come out of anesthesia and get back to normal.
I should take my lotto ticket and cash it in - the place where I bought it is in the same shopping complex as the surgery center, so that’s convenient. Plus I’ll have $3 to tip the techs, right? Tomorrow will be mega-busy. Today will mostly be a waste. rah.
Have been running updates all night on the new GPS I ordered from Garmin a couple days ago - a NUVI 1490LMT with free map upgrades and free traffic for $150 refurbed. I had bought 2 for my soon to be ex; one for each of her vehicles. I assume she sold them to fund her flight, I can find no sign of them.
I have been so busy buying toys for others I have never actually owned one all of my own. So it’s a little victory of mine, I’m happy.
Good luck Mom on your medical thingy today. At least you get to fuck off without guilt for the day. That’s always a good thing.
Alrighty, now, I’m showered, dressed appropriately to be seen in public, and about to venture forth. And for the record, all those “rid your body of toxins” nuts who claim your digestive tract holds 25# of undigested meat - well, they’re wrong. I did not weigh 25# less this morning. I didn’t even weigh 10# less. Maybe 3 or 4 at most. And yet stoopit people buy whatever those snake oil the nuts are selling. :rolleyes:
Anyway, off to fetch a few items before our trip. And trying to decide what I’ll eat when this is finally done - I’s stahvink!!!
FCM, you use your own meat when preparing Manwich. Manwich is just the sauce. Still, I’ll never buy it again.
It is frustrating not having admin privileges on the computer. We have issues with that here too. I can understand not granting them to everyone, but for those of us who have to use special programs that often require upgrades, it’s a pain in the ass. We have to schedule someone to come up here, and often they don’t have a clue. They are also always backed up on work orders so it takes weeks sometimes. This is not an acceptable solution when the tool you need the admin privileges for is something I have to use EVERY DAY in order to do my job.
Well, I should dig into my emails. They’re always there…waiting…like some monster under the bed.
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…we were absolutely, positively forbidden to plug them into the network sockets if we had to move desks. We could connect everything up to that point, but the final click had to be accomplished by the pros.
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I used to work at a place like that. My desk was previously used by a right-handed person, so the PC was on the left side of the desk. No good for me, so I slid it over to the other side and put the mouse on the left. My co-workers freaked out! IT will have you fired for messing with the computer! You have to open a service request! Locusts! Auditors!
Sheesh. That IT department had more to worry about than users moving mice. Their head and grand poo-bah was so proud of their new datacenter. Scratch that… It was barely even a server room. The break area was bigger. :rolleyes: “Nobody can open this dor without a code and matching handprint!” Gee Dan… What’s the *wall *made of? Mind if I lean on that drywal and go around your fancy door? Dan did not like me after that.
Well, Taters, it’s obvious that I never buy Manwich - I just assumed it was sammich-ready. Never mind.
And I’m back from my foray to WalMart. It’s surprisingly pleasant mid-morning on a workday, with minimal patrons and quick check-out. Then I stopped to fill my car - somehow it seems so wrong that a little, bitty Scion will take $40 in gas. I wasn’t even riding on fumes yet!! :eek:
Less than an hour till I have to leave. And in theory, I can eat in about 3 hours. Huzzah!!! With luck, that’ll take care of this headache.
Found out another happy couple we know is getting divorced; this makes three so far this year and this year is really young! No fights, no complaints, no real issues -------- just no desire to stay married. Meanwhile couples we know who spend most of their time torturing each other stay married. This whole thing makes my brain hurt.
Prepare to feel like a cross between a Sabre Jet and a power washer ----------- but that to shall pass. (sorry) The salt burns however linger for a while.
kopek, for my end my first lasted just shy of 10 years (we were together for 15 total) and I was married to my 2nd just about 2 years (coming up on the 4th year of our meeting.)
In my extended family I am the only person to have divorced, and I did it twice. Both of my exes were previously divorced.
Deep down I believe marriage to be wonderful and not lightly engaged in. But my experience has shown that it should not be prolonged if the participants are unhappy. Don’t get upset over these events - support those you wish to help, give thanks to your own good fortune if you have it and move on with life.
You get one shot at life. Don’t waste it on things you don’t want to do, and don’t fret for those who are correcting their mistakes. It will all be okay.
Poor nurse had a terrible time placing my IV, and I warned her. It ended up on the back of my left hand, but I’ve got bruises on both hands. The anesthesiologist squirted some happy juice into the IV, and that was that. I woke up a while later with a weird feeling in my mouth - kinda dry and maybe a bit numb. Post-discharge instructions include no driving, no greasy food, and make sure to fart. I’ve had a bowl of chicken noodle soup and I’m nursing a lemonade, but I’m really dehydrated, so I’ll be drinking the night away.
Glad that’s over! Don’t have to worry about a repeat for another 10 years…
My spousal unit was divorced when we met. His ex left the day before their 7th anniversary with my husband’s supposed best friend. She ended up marrying him and they have 3 kids. Meanwhile, my sweetie and I have been married for 28 years, and I’ve almost got him trained…
I think I’ll go assume the knit position for a while - I’m still kinda dopey.
Howdy Y’all! A quick post before we head over to the church house for The Agape Supper. I tried to come up with ideas of what folks in the first century MidEast would eat. I bought two rotisserie chikins and sliced 'em up. I am convinced they had chikins and roasted 'em. So There!
Glad <snerk> everything came out ok <snerk> MOOOOOOM.
That front porch rocker is all important cause that’s where one sits whilst yellin’ at whippersnappers to git off’n the lawn.
mr ems was divorced when we got together. His eldest daughter blames me for it even though it was finalised before we even met. But his ex is poison personified and has passed that on. Oh well it is her loss as I am awesome that and I make her Dad very happy so you would think that would be OK.
Anyways…I survived Wednesday and I also had my 6 month follow up with the surgeon about my knee and he was very happy and I got a full release to do lots of jumping if I so wanted to. I liked my surgeon and he was a cutie as well.
Glad you are fed and rehydrating fcm!
It wasn’t worth the trek to go all the way back to work after the Dr’s so I went to the garden centre and got some plants to put in pots and a new pot to replace the one with my tomato plants that got destroyed when we had a bunch of high winds over the weekend.
All of mr ems fambly were OK after yesterday’s storms.
I agree. I have always disliked Manwich (and sloppy joes in general) so my opinion probably doesn’t count for much but the last time I had it, I noticed that it tasted even more vile than I remembered. Since we still have 2 cans and Sweetie hasn’t asked for it again, I suspect he agrees but just wont admit it.
Marriage is not something my family is particularly good at. Sweetie’s family is very good at it. I suspect that we’ll never divorce, assuming we actually get married at some point. We did break up for 2 years but that was because I was having a breakdown and ran away from my life. I think my sisters have finally found their own Sweeties too. Oldest appears to be perpetually engaged to her Sweetie and Middle has only been with her Sweetie for about 18 months. My mom found her Sweetie when I was 12 and they’ve been married since I was 15. I think we’ve finally all got it right. I was the only one to find my Sweetie without marrying an abusive asshole first. Mooooom I’m glad your thingie is over and went well. I am not looking forward to having it done. I had the other thingie done today though and I swear I’m gonna slap Sweetie next time he complains about being old enough to need annual prostate exams.
Seen on the OB/GYN’s counter today - a medication called Femhrt - I saw this right before having a big plastic duck bill shoved into my nethers so they could be scraped with what looked like a plastic bristled basting brush. Femhrt is right!
My neighbor has put up wind chimes. I’m loving it. They sound so pretty and even though it’s insanely windy out there, they’re not chiming constantly.
I finally stopped being lazy and I cleaned up my outside tools so Sweetie can park in the garage again. I was going to plant some Astilbe and Peonies today but it’s windy enough to be chilly and the sun already completed it’s half hour daily visit to my yard so it’ll have to wait for tomorrow.
I got my fish tank cleaning magnet on Sunday and it works so well! My tank looks very clean and my fish look happy and shiny gold.
I wonder if doctors realized that if they advertised point #3, men wouldn’t be so squeamish about going, “But honey, I’m *not *being a pig; it’s doctor’s orders”
Yet another thing I don’t miss in retirement… 
Tomorrow will be mega-busy. Today will mostly be a waste. rah.
