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bzarcherOkay, so here's a real post. I promised, didn't I?
(Quizzes are easy and fast! Life takes time to fill out.)
I really didn't want to get out of bed this morning. Tossed, turned, punched the snooze bar, punched it a couple more times, and still got out of bed with more than an hour and a half before work. Showered, took pills, ate breakfast, and got 3 emails about things I had to take care of before I came into the office. (YAY!)
Hit the offices and such, crawled into work. Was restored with a pumpkin bar and asked to redo our print release stations today since it hadn't gotten done Wednesday. (This may have something to do with the College sending everyone home at lunch...)
Worked that out, and made prep to handle it after lunch. Got a series of 'I'm stupid, but...' phonecalls, one of which culminated in me going to a professor's office to remove 300+ pieces of spyware from her machine and teaching her for the third time how to actually log into her network space rather than simply cancelling the login and calling us demanding we talk her through it. (*growl*)
Lunch was had, and I terrifed a table near the usual suspects, who were discussing one person's habit of hoarding and eating pieces of holy Host from her church.
Lean over. Tap girl on shoulder.
Pardon me, miss. But rather than the ranch dressing you've been using, you might want to try some Jeez Whiz.
Jeez whiz?
Jeez Whiz. It's like Cheez Whiz. But with Jesus. From the same people who did "I Can't Believe It's Not Savior" for the low-cal eucharist.
Turned back. Finished my nachoes. They had that sort of laugh that says 'Who was that guy, and does he have a gun?'
Re-imaging the release stations went remarkably painlessly, but then I got to go and camp in an African professor's office to fix his email, because he took his computer to Ghana over the break and blew his settings up.
On the upside, after I fixed it and some document formatting problems he was having, he gave me a genuine Ghanaian chocolate bar. Not bad. Tasted a bit like Cadbury's milk chocolate. Now, I sit in my office, chatting with Mike B, and listening to Voltaire before I go walking after my shift.
Only Deaaad girls like me....have you ever tasted love like this, so cool and smooth?
Oh, one other bit of good news: They had a kitty with the therapy dogs. Admittedly the cat was about 30 pounds, 20 years old, and looked like a big cream colored puff of fur that was planning to kill us all, but it was nice to pet a cat today.
(Quizzes are easy and fast! Life takes time to fill out.)
I really didn't want to get out of bed this morning. Tossed, turned, punched the snooze bar, punched it a couple more times, and still got out of bed with more than an hour and a half before work. Showered, took pills, ate breakfast, and got 3 emails about things I had to take care of before I came into the office. (YAY!)
Hit the offices and such, crawled into work. Was restored with a pumpkin bar and asked to redo our print release stations today since it hadn't gotten done Wednesday. (This may have something to do with the College sending everyone home at lunch...)
Worked that out, and made prep to handle it after lunch. Got a series of 'I'm stupid, but...' phonecalls, one of which culminated in me going to a professor's office to remove 300+ pieces of spyware from her machine and teaching her for the third time how to actually log into her network space rather than simply cancelling the login and calling us demanding we talk her through it. (*growl*)
Lunch was had, and I terrifed a table near the usual suspects, who were discussing one person's habit of hoarding and eating pieces of holy Host from her church.
Lean over. Tap girl on shoulder.
Pardon me, miss. But rather than the ranch dressing you've been using, you might want to try some Jeez Whiz.
Jeez whiz?
Jeez Whiz. It's like Cheez Whiz. But with Jesus. From the same people who did "I Can't Believe It's Not Savior" for the low-cal eucharist.
Turned back. Finished my nachoes. They had that sort of laugh that says 'Who was that guy, and does he have a gun?'
Re-imaging the release stations went remarkably painlessly, but then I got to go and camp in an African professor's office to fix his email, because he took his computer to Ghana over the break and blew his settings up.
On the upside, after I fixed it and some document formatting problems he was having, he gave me a genuine Ghanaian chocolate bar. Not bad. Tasted a bit like Cadbury's milk chocolate. Now, I sit in my office, chatting with Mike B, and listening to Voltaire before I go walking after my shift.
Only Deaaad girls like me....have you ever tasted love like this, so cool and smooth?
Oh, one other bit of good news: They had a kitty with the therapy dogs. Admittedly the cat was about 30 pounds, 20 years old, and looked like a big cream colored puff of fur that was planning to kill us all, but it was nice to pet a cat today.
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Date: 2003-12-01 02:36 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2003-12-01 02:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-01 02:41 pm (UTC)In fact the guy who came out a couple weeks ago complimented me on how well I'd set stuff up on the client/release side. I got fuzzy.
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Date: 2003-12-01 02:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-01 02:47 pm (UTC)(Send me dark chocolate! You must! This line will hypnotize you!)
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Date: 2003-12-01 02:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-01 02:49 pm (UTC)Oh, well. I think I have a box of jello pudding in the pantry from when I inherited a ton of dry/boxed goods....
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Date: 2003-12-01 03:23 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2003-12-01 05:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-01 05:13 pm (UTC)KITTEN!!!
Date: 2003-12-01 07:17 pm (UTC)in all my years, i have learned that there is one key difference between cats and dogs: if a dog was the size of an elephant, it would still be every human's best friend. it would get your slippers and defend you and want to play catch with tree branches. however, if a cat was the size of a saber tooth tiger, we would all be fuckin DEAD.
Re: KITTEN!!!
Date: 2003-12-01 07:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-02 08:43 am (UTC)Wow... I used to do pet therapy back in the day... with a golden retriever and a West Highland White Terrier.
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Date: 2003-12-02 08:58 am (UTC)They're so cute. Especially this little black sheltie.