Okay, so it wasn’t really doing all that much before it uncerimoniously decided to kick the bucket. Oh well. Murlynns_view, her husband, and I spent a couple hours when we got back from Pembroke last week setting it up. We had it running for a bit on Tuesday, after we finished getting it in place and discovered that the lid to the internal water tank needed to be positioned just so (and, for the record, exactly not the way the instructions say to position it) for the AC to even turn on. If positioned *properly*, it slides in uber extremely easily. And out the same way. Except the AC behaves like it’s not there. So we fought with it for a bit on tuesday, we got it to run supervised (I had to practically babysit it for the evening so it didn’t turn my kitchen floor into a small lake) that night by positioning the lid in a way that it had no choice but to actually keep the AC unit turned on. Of course, this meant that supposed beneficial feature of the AC unit being able to turn off automaticly to prevent flooding was pretty much negated. It also meant that the tank was a uberbitch to get in, and out again to empty it (fortunately it wasn’t full when I turned it off that night). And of course, putting it in the exact same way afterwards did absolutely nothing to get the thing to come back on. Royal pain in my ass, that is. So we again fought with it for an hour or so yesterday, and between the 3 of us decided the thing was designed to be a piece of crap. So when next I meet up with someone with a set of wheels, the thing’s going back to the nearest Canadian Tire, and I’m force feeding the first person to tell me there’s nothing wrong with it my extended warranty. So Now I’m back in pre-AC mode. Which means those stupid little restrictor things my oh so caring landlord put in the windows so they don’t open more than maybe 5-6 inches are coming out, and those things are open as wide as they go. As for my landlord? He can either put an AC in these apartments or stand in one spot for a couple minutes while I take those restrictor plates and break them over his head. Since he probably won’t be too inclined to do that, I look forward to getting a letter saying he’ll put AC in these apartments. Though he may not be quite so inclined to do that, either. Cheap bastard.
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Death of an air conditioner.
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Is it bad that I’m using phone surveys to badmouth Bell?
I just got off the phone with one of those internet usage survey things. They had questions about Bell/Sympatico. My answers were, quite understandably, less than glowing. I’m a very bad person to be taking a survey for statistics purposes, methinks.
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I fail at peer pressure.
And am thussly now on Twitter. Anyone who wants my username, tap me on the shoulder. Or something. Anyone not on Twitter, it’ll be cross-posted to LJ. Assuming I actually use the thing. And with me, registered does not always equate to using.
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*wakes up, sorta*
It’s sunday. I’ve been up for a grand total of half an hour. I should be awake. I’m not. I blame weekend mode. I was surprisingly active, though, for weekend mode the last couple days. Friday not a whole hell of a lot went on, except I got confirmation that the next week at work’s gonna be hella short. And I do mean hella short. I go in to take calls for monday, tuesday, wednesday, and… an hour and a half on thursday. Yay for extra vacation time I’ve not used up yet. They pay me for the whole day on thursday, and I’m done with the actual work part of the day at noon. Then I stick around for some “thankd for coming out” lunch or something, and call it a day. I go in for all of like 15 minutes on friday (anyone local wanna drive me, so I’m not spending 3 hours with OC Transpo for the sake of 15 minutes?) to turn in my badge and headset, and then that’s it for me and work. Then I start beating on some of the doors I’ve already knocked on for applications. I’ve thought about tossing in an application for Algonquin College and their IT department. Mostly because I could probably walk it in like 5-10 minutes. Still considering, and may end up actually doing at some not to distant point. So that’s my mind in a nutshell this weekend. I thought I could make it look a bit more interesting, but I got nothin’. So I go wake up.
PS: Sheyrena, want a $300 laptop that should be well over $1000? They’re selling shit off on thursday.
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I think someone hit the wrong button…
PS : As per protocol this communication has not gone to
agents. Team Managers are requested to create agent
awareness.Um. Oops.
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And the mystery number has no voicemail.
I think I mentioned yesterday, though maybe it was just to someone on the phone, I got a call from someone at about quarter after 4 last night while I was in a meeting here that might have something to do with the current prospecting situation. The number was similar to one of the ones that have called me in the past for the opportunity I had to turn down because it was just too damn early. I called them back last night once, and just this afternoon twice. I learned 2 things.
- Even during business hours, employment people are apparently not working.
- Even when employment people aren’t working, in a day in age where everyone and their dog has voicemail, this one doesn’t.
The moral of the story? I want a HR person’s hours. They don’t get to do a whole hell of a lot of actual work.
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Heh. Heh heh.
This guy I’m talking to just made some crack about how at least I’ve got some job security what with all these people calling in. Guess he hasn’t been reading the news lately.
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Not the ideal start to a morning.
So since shortly after I finally got home and settled, it started to rain here. And it didn’t really let up a whole hell of a lot between then and this morning. So I got to walk to work (yes, I actually got up in time to take the bus; I’m proud of me!) in what amounted to the constant drip. I’d leave at 6:30, bus shows up at 6:42, and between former and latter, I wind up not really needing to have taken a shower. Loverly. But I managed to make it here in one piece and on time, even. And now I sort of drip dry while waiting for somebody to call me with a busted up computer. Or something. On the bright side, at least I’m not running late for a goddamn change.
PS: samari76, you called it again. The closer I got to work, the closer it got to stopping. Just thought you’d be interested to know.
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My mad multitasking skillz is teh awesome.
Of course, if ever I have to repeat such a feat of multitasking amazingness again, someone’s gonna have to visit the responsible idiot in the ICU. Once again, our beloved documentation database has decided to take a rather fantastic crap. This one for like 2-3 hours. Not bad if I’ve only taken one call, but in that time I took like 8 or 9. And now, on top of taking my *current* calls, I had to go back in and manually input all that crapola into our oh so wonderful database. Said it before, say it again. I love my job. I love the company I work for. I don’t, however, love its relationship with any and all things Microsoft. Or, as a customer referred to them earlier today, Microslush.
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Urg. Again.
I even tried going to bed relatively early last night. And I still ended up waking up at quarter to 8 this morning. Granted I still got here on time, but y’know, it’d be nice to go back to being able to do that and still have more than 30 seconds to get to work. Bright side: I wasn’t late. Not so bright side: I probably should have been. Ah well, I’m here, it’s um, trying hard to be dead as a fucking doornail, and it’s wednesday. Can’t complain over here. Two more days to teh weekendz! And, and, and, 9 more days ’til teh vacationz! Okay, this oversleeping nonsense isn’t such a problem now. I get to be lazy in 2 weeks. Back to waiting for a call or 2… dammit, why can’t I IM from work?