Own Special Brand

the volume of frustration i feel is exhaustive

I honestly believe that there is a computer union out there and I am the enemy.  No matter which box i use...they all know its me at the keyboard.  I have now lost two days of work dealing w/ switching computers.  The box I'm leaving was a VERY large laptop w/ a beautiful screen size and resolution but weighed enough to throw my back out and had a hard drive that liked to forget things-oops!  So I finally grabbed a box to switch everything over to, but it had to be wiped first and a wireless card had to be installed.  (Please keep in mind that our company pays a sys admin, but he naturally resides at the Seattle office where all the developers work).  This means a bunch of folks with shit tons of sales to do are left to wipe, install & wipe computers-obviously i was made for this type of work.  I have just finished weeping on my keyboard because I have spent the last hour trying to figure out why I can't get both my keyboards to register.  I have the monitor splicer and everything is connected an nothing.  And I know this seems like the stupidest thing ever to cry over, but once you have multiple monitors it would be a real challenge to go back to a single.   And i just realized the VPN isn't installed and I have a VERY large list of things to do and I just need this shit to be done and no one has it a priority to help me.  It's not like I'm an idiot w/ computers either; I'm actually pretty savvy.  but this shit is tedious and it would take some one familiar with the routine 2 hrs at best and now i am going on 3 days!!!
Oh and one more thing:  The list of passwords that I have had for 2 years has been permanently deleted by me because I am wanted destroyed by the computer union-what did I ever do to them?!?

The anti-therapy

Here's a tip...
I would not suggest going to therapy and then heading home to get some work done work only to realize that you do not have your WEP on hand & then call tech support and remain on the phone with an outsourced tech support in India from 330-7pm.  It sorta fucks up the progress of 130-230 w/ my shrink----agggghhhhaaa!

This one was written on Monday, 13 November

So I’m sitting on the train right now heading from

Portland to Seattle here are a few of my thoughts:

 

1. When the electricity goes out on a train, nobody panics. If this were to occur in a plane or car,  passengers would not continue to shove Twizzlers in their mouths and play      solitaire.
2. How does something on a track get to be 40 minutes late for it’s destination?
3. They actually do holler AAALLLL AAAbord!
4. I probably should have bought a book. You know how when you want a specific new book and you call the 3 Boarders located w/in 3 blocks of each other downtown and they don’t have the book, you get a little discouraged? Yea, well the book is Bettina’s new one and each person that answered the phone at the Boarders was way too excited to order the book and I couldn’t bring myself to try and find something else, but last week there were about 10 books I wanted to pick up. I get a little too focused sometimes.
5. There should be a special car on the train for people who snore.
6. Every one of you is receiving a handmade gift again this year, but you might like it this time because I’m reading up on the subject.

 

My Grandma is Always Right

I must preface this entry by stating that it was typed on Tuesday, 7 November

So lemme fill you in on a little home ownership 101…buy new! My grandma never bought previously lived in homes. She never wanted to clean up anyone else’s dirt; she wanted to make her own dirt. My grandma was very smart. 

 

My 1925 Craftsman seems quaint and cozy, but last weekend I was carrying laundry down to the basement and floor was covered in water. After quick inspection I noted the source: a concrete wall, five feet underground. For all of you unfamiliar with basements, the foundation of my fucking house is leaking. 

 

Now here comes the annoying part, there is no crack, no seam, no joint, no opening of any sort. Water is streaming out of the middle of a concrete wall. This is so weird to me. I could understand if water was leaking from the old windows or from what I am sure is a shitty roof, but from the middle of a wall?! 

 

Anyway I was fed up because there was a puddle of water underneath the electric dryer (whose outlet was replaced in a jimyrigged fashion by yours truly with her partner, Toxx, standing by with a broom handle-in case I was being electrocuted- last winter. This changed outlet has been hanging by wire and is unattached to the wall or outlet box of any kind. just one example of my genuine handiness) and anyway I was annoyed because a really wanted to finish my laundry (and by finish, I mean start). 

 

So I yelled to Toxx and she swabbed the deck, so to speak, and we piled up the towels and decided she would deal with it on Monday.

 

So Toxx shoots me an email on Monday and tells me she’s found this great website that is completely focused on crappy old houses like ours and all the shit that goes wrong with them. 

 

Apparently according to This Old Piece of Shit Home (or whatever the site’s name is) spontaneous, middle of the wall leaks are commonplace and should be tolerated. If unbearable you are instructed to go donate $27 to your local hardware store and shove a bunch of grey dust into the leak site and hope to God that the powder dams up the wall. duh

Chain Letter

My mother sent me one of those stupid chain emails last week.  Usually i can tell when people send me that shit, but this time mom had cleared out the subject line, so I opened her message.   And I was pissed...because those emails make me crazy!  threatening my future is not the greatest way for me to be persuaded that God is on my side or that girlfriends will always be there for me.  Aggghhh!
So I forwarded it to 2 people who wouldn't care and 1 who would forgive me.
And 1 hour later my boss asked me into his office and offered me a promotion.  Account Manager for our Recruiting division (currently 1 person).  Probably more $$ and probably very difficult.  I'll take it on wednesday and start 30 days later.  Finally growing up.
oh, & I forgive my mom & I refuse to give the chain mail credit.

My Grand Plan

okay, so I have no idea how to make posts private so i have been writing on my vox account and making that private, which sucks because I only have 5 invites, blablabla...so I'm gonna figure it out and communicate my grand plan with you all.  i promise.

This is a test post from Photobucket.com

My Dog EATS CAT SHIT

her smile is not nearly as cute when she has cat littler lipgloss on....GROSS!!!

oh, and  I was peed on by a dog at the daog park.  shoes, jeans and socks ruined.

The Fabulous and Creative Alex

Check out this phenomenal Lamp Alex made in school this past quarter:

Isn't this beautiful?  She should be making megabucks, don't you think?

PS:  It's Alex's pre-wedding party weekend...GULPGULPgulp!

memories

I developed a disposable camera on saturday, It included snapshots...

from june 2005:

 

november 2005

Christmas Dinner:

and last weekend:

you think it might be time for me to get a digital?