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Whatever I touch
Nov. 27th, 2001 03:15 pmMelts in my clutch
I'm too much
*sigh*
Since arriving in the office not ONE damn thing has gone right.
Ok Maybe SOME has, but little things are failing all over.
For example:
1)We got the organizer program for next year's taxes. As I'm opening I put a MAJOR scratch on the CD, causing one of the only times I've damaged a CD, and it's so bad the thing won't work.
2) I can repair THIS by downloading the program. Even at 56K, the fastest modem in the officem, over 1.5 hours. On a pay by the hour dial up.
3) Remember that modem? the friggin phone line is going all loopy, and it took some wire acrobatics to get it to work.
4) as I'm downloading, I decide to peruse LJ, and an entry from Porn comes up. Seems he's having dinner tonight, did I want to come and watch a new Angel and movies. My temper explodes, becuase I am planning on getting errands done and HE said he had plans elsewhere. Then little items start to sink in, like "Huh, he SAID he wasn't having dinner." and "Angel? Isn't that on Monday, aren't I watching Buffy tonight?" and further "Wait a sec, that sounds REALLY familar!" Actually READ the entry - Oct 29, 2001, the freakin browser had brought up the last time I used that computer to check LJ. Crisis averted (And Porn, I REALLY apologize for all those naughty things I called you in the five minutes it took me to realize that was an old entry. That icy trail that ran down your back, that was ME really pissed, and no, I don't really think your mom had relations with a goat. *hangs head in shame* *evil grin*)
4) I answered the phone, which was a client, screwing up my bosses calendar for next week. See that's MY bad becuaseI should NOT have answered the phone.
So I've decided that today is NOT productive, and I should run and hide immediately. I am, in this order:
* Leaving the office, as soon as the boss calls and I straighten out her schedule
* Going to KMart and getting the office things my boss gave me money to get that I keep forgetting about
* Going to CompUSA for some things for D's computer, and the CD organizers for our tax program CDs
* Ordering and picking up a SHITLOAD of Indian food
* Eating said load
* Working on D's computer (Thanks B!)
* Watching Buffy and Smallville
* Sleep, hmmmmm, sleep.
Becuase I'm afraid that, like the Heat Meiser, everything I touch will melt in my clutch.
*shiver*
I'm too much
*sigh*
Since arriving in the office not ONE damn thing has gone right.
Ok Maybe SOME has, but little things are failing all over.
For example:
1)We got the organizer program for next year's taxes. As I'm opening I put a MAJOR scratch on the CD, causing one of the only times I've damaged a CD, and it's so bad the thing won't work.
2) I can repair THIS by downloading the program. Even at 56K, the fastest modem in the officem, over 1.5 hours. On a pay by the hour dial up.
3) Remember that modem? the friggin phone line is going all loopy, and it took some wire acrobatics to get it to work.
4) as I'm downloading, I decide to peruse LJ, and an entry from Porn comes up. Seems he's having dinner tonight, did I want to come and watch a new Angel and movies. My temper explodes, becuase I am planning on getting errands done and HE said he had plans elsewhere. Then little items start to sink in, like "Huh, he SAID he wasn't having dinner." and "Angel? Isn't that on Monday, aren't I watching Buffy tonight?" and further "Wait a sec, that sounds REALLY familar!" Actually READ the entry - Oct 29, 2001, the freakin browser had brought up the last time I used that computer to check LJ. Crisis averted (And Porn, I REALLY apologize for all those naughty things I called you in the five minutes it took me to realize that was an old entry. That icy trail that ran down your back, that was ME really pissed, and no, I don't really think your mom had relations with a goat. *hangs head in shame* *evil grin*)
4) I answered the phone, which was a client, screwing up my bosses calendar for next week. See that's MY bad becuaseI should NOT have answered the phone.
So I've decided that today is NOT productive, and I should run and hide immediately. I am, in this order:
* Leaving the office, as soon as the boss calls and I straighten out her schedule
* Going to KMart and getting the office things my boss gave me money to get that I keep forgetting about
* Going to CompUSA for some things for D's computer, and the CD organizers for our tax program CDs
* Ordering and picking up a SHITLOAD of Indian food
* Eating said load
* Working on D's computer (Thanks B!)
* Watching Buffy and Smallville
* Sleep, hmmmmm, sleep.
Becuase I'm afraid that, like the Heat Meiser, everything I touch will melt in my clutch.
*shiver*
