In which it’s another entry full of random crap!

Friday means free lunch and two hours out of the queue for the weekly company meeting. It means an hour-long afternoon nap at Teh BF’s during our lunch breaks after the meeting.

It also means I get to sleep in tomorrow!

And after I do, I’ll be sewing. All day long. Swear to God. I am. Totally. Sewing. I got plans for some fabric!

Speaking of clothing, here’s my new Etsy dress:

I can’t decide if it’s awesome or hideous. Either way I’m gonna wear the hell out of it.

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The Curse™ arrived today.

It sucks to be me.

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This town has a really high percentage of geriatric citizens and I think it’s affecting me. I spend too much time idly wondering when and how I’m going to die. This can’t be normal.

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Finished the Friday meeting, clocked out, and went to Teh BF’s where we both promptly crawled into his bed and passed out for 45 minutes. I love Friday naps!

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Now I’m back at work, and naturally my first post-nap call is a crazy bitch that Qwest dropped on me who reads me all kinds of non-relevant shit off her screen, has fucking Vista on her computer, and won’t stop talking long enough for me to tell her what to do.

When I told her to reboot her computer, she didn’t, and then lied to me that she had. She also had an IP hard coded, and lied to me about that as well.

…of course, I’m such a brilliant social engineer that I have not only gotten her DSL modem reconfigured, connected, and authenticated in spite of herself, I’ve also got her apologizing to me for being such a non-listenin’ idiot.

Lesson: when you call tech support, shut up and listen. If they want to know something, they’ll ASK YOU.

Did I mention The Curse™ arrived today?

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My second call is a drunk-sounding old lady (I say “drunk-sounding” because who knows, maybe she had a stroke or something) who doesn’t have menus visible in her mail client and will not let me tell her how to restore them. This means that we cannot get into her account settings to see if they’re fucked up.

So I’m telling her it’s broken and sending her to a shop. Because seriously, how the hell am I supposed to fix something when my customer can’t get into the damn application’s settings?

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Mmm. York peppermint patties.

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I still have three and a half hours left of my workweek. It sounds like an eternity.