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cyranoI've managed to crash the computer eight times now in the past... hour or so, with the helpful co-operation of LaunchCast. I'm just a little rat in a Skinner box, and I'm slowly learning what gets me a food pellet and what gets me an electric shock.
I love this song--it's kind of inane but I still love it. I named a character on GarouMUSH after it. Tommy Tutone apparently disappeared nearly as effectively as Paul Hardcastle. You can't get their albums any more, just the singles on 80s compilations.
So Jessica from Hall Kinion called this evening, wanting me to apply for a job in San Carlos that pays even less than the borderline-survival paycheque they were offering at Latitude. It'd make her look good if she got me placed somewhere, she reasoned, and it's not like I'd be making less money than I am now. So this is what experience in the job field gets me, huh? A 20% pay cut from when I was a fresh-faced ingenue straight out of the vitamin factory.
There was a little green doorknob tag on our door this morning--PacBell cheerfully informing us that the problem we'd reported was fixed. The only problem was that we hadn't reported a problem. So I went to check with the 'mate and found that our second line had died. No, she assured me when I got in touch with her, this problem was new to her but since Pac Bell was so helpful perhaps we should call them. So I called, and *they* had no idea what problem we'd reported and they'd fixed, but they could probably send somebody out to investigate this problem that they'd likely created sometime tomorrow between 5am and 8pm. And then the DSL guy/gal apparently came and went, knocking politely and extra quietly before assuming nobody was home and disappearing into hir van and speeding off to do whatever it is DSL guys do when they can't install DSL. According to logs and reports, he was either here at 8.30, 9.30 or 10.30 so I'm not positive why I missed him, but next time I'm leaving the front door wide open and putting super glue on the doorknob. It'll be like Cinderella in Into the Woods, all I have to do is find the telco worker whose hand fits this finger tip.
My mom has the URL for this page now so she can keep up with my life since I never write and I never call.
Countdown until I'm no longer employed: Ten days.
I love this song--it's kind of inane but I still love it. I named a character on GarouMUSH after it. Tommy Tutone apparently disappeared nearly as effectively as Paul Hardcastle. You can't get their albums any more, just the singles on 80s compilations.
So Jessica from Hall Kinion called this evening, wanting me to apply for a job in San Carlos that pays even less than the borderline-survival paycheque they were offering at Latitude. It'd make her look good if she got me placed somewhere, she reasoned, and it's not like I'd be making less money than I am now. So this is what experience in the job field gets me, huh? A 20% pay cut from when I was a fresh-faced ingenue straight out of the vitamin factory.
There was a little green doorknob tag on our door this morning--PacBell cheerfully informing us that the problem we'd reported was fixed. The only problem was that we hadn't reported a problem. So I went to check with the 'mate and found that our second line had died. No, she assured me when I got in touch with her, this problem was new to her but since Pac Bell was so helpful perhaps we should call them. So I called, and *they* had no idea what problem we'd reported and they'd fixed, but they could probably send somebody out to investigate this problem that they'd likely created sometime tomorrow between 5am and 8pm. And then the DSL guy/gal apparently came and went, knocking politely and extra quietly before assuming nobody was home and disappearing into hir van and speeding off to do whatever it is DSL guys do when they can't install DSL. According to logs and reports, he was either here at 8.30, 9.30 or 10.30 so I'm not positive why I missed him, but next time I'm leaving the front door wide open and putting super glue on the doorknob. It'll be like Cinderella in Into the Woods, all I have to do is find the telco worker whose hand fits this finger tip.
My mom has the URL for this page now so she can keep up with my life since I never write and I never call.
Countdown until I'm no longer employed: Ten days.