I’m sitting with mom and my aunt, waiting for food to get around to getting here. If ever I mention I should bring someone else here, slap me. Please.
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I know now why I don’t stick around here.
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Finally.
Standing outside, wayting for my ride to Pembroke. And it’s about time… My last call tried to redefine suck. Note to Charter Communications: if I can do your job better than you can, somebody needs a retraining. And I don’t think it’s me.
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Urg.
Vista and Roxio both need to go die in a fire now, kthx.
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Mobile, but definitely not awake.
And not all that great with subject lines this morning either. Sue me. This is what happens when I plan to not sleep in ’til 6:30 or 7. I end up getting up at about 4. Ah well, on the bright side the only thing I have left to do around these parts before I get the hell out of Ottawa for the weekend is survive the work day. As long as it behaves itself more like yesterday than Wednesday, I can, um, probably do that.
I find out today whether or not I have 2 weeks or 3 months left of employment with Dell. Depending on what it is they tell me, there may be emails sent out to potential other employers just to see if my mad skillz are in fact still so mad that they want me, like, yesterday. ‘Til then, though, I drag my ass until I have to take off. At… hmm. 6:30. Damn.
PS: No, I don’t not like living in Ottawa. I just like occasionally leaving it.
PPS: The double negative was intentional. The grammar police need not be called.
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And now I goes home.
I officially needs me a small vacation.
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Because it’s just that damn cute.
The adoreable. It hurts. And if I couldn’t post by email, I so would forget to do this. Now I just have to remember to stick my tags in here before I go type crazy. Ah well. That’s why I’m still in front of my computer. Well, that and because they wanna make me work.
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test.
Because I just have to see if posting from my phone works.
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Because all the cool kids are doing it.
1. First Name:
James2. Age:
24 going on 63. Location:
Hell. I mean Ottawa.4. Occupation:
Geek for hire. Or clueless tech support guy.5. Partner?:
In crime? Yes. Otherwise? … To be decided when I’m motivated.6. Kids:
Possibly one of these days.7. Brothers/Sisters:
A 21-year-old brother. And his little bitch, too.8. Pets:
The adoreably cute pup, Missy. Picture to come.9. List the 3-5 biggest things going on in your life:
New job prospects, possible employment extension, slightly more possible summer vacation.10. School:
Puts me to sleep.11. Parents:
Mom lives in Pembroke, dad lives in his truck; his mailing address just says Pembroke. Hey, his words, not mine.12. Who are some of your closest friends?:
Yeah like that takes any thought. momallrat, almadefortitude, samari76, and though she hasn’t updated in, like, forever (malfunction to be corrected), murlynns_view. -
Good gawd, I’ve become one of *those* people.
There is currently a suitcase sitting next to my apartment door for a weekend trip. A weekend trip I don’t plan on taking until tomorrow after work. … Since when in the hell did I start putting crap together like that quite so far in advance? Actual effort put into preparation. From me. Who knew? Somebody stop me.
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Now that’s what I’m used to.
I’ll come off lunch in about half an hour, and actually have time to breathe before taking another call. As opposed to the non-stop sweat shop that’s been this place since at least 8:30 this morning. I’m so looking forward to walking out that door tonight…
