Windows Vista does hurty things to my head. That is all.
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Urg.
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*twitch*
I have proven, once again, that I don’t need any particular amount of time to be presentable and somewhat resembling mobile. Up but not necessarily awake at 6:10, closer to awake and lunch packed by 6:15, a little closer to awake and fed at 6:20, cruising the flist list at 6:25, awake and out the door at exactly 6:30. I. am. awesome. And now I try surviving the work day. I may need to post conversational quotes for the sole purpose of distracting me.
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I so should be sleeping.
But see, that would require that I actually want to. And after tonight, methinks I may be up for a bit. As predicted, I ended up not in fact going directly home from work; dropped in on murlynns_view at her insistence, and promptly had one of the best pasta dishes I’ve had in a small age. Then we killed the evening watching whatever happened to be on TV at the time, and between me, her and her husband, it was decided that America’s Next Top Model shall from here onwards be known as America’s Next Alpha Bitch. Anyone who saw the show tonight will know why. Anyone else probably doesn’t care, so there will be no elabouration. Cope. It was also decided that we’d be hitting up the familial households for the weekend, what with it being mother’s day and all that crapola. So we take off on Friday, and probably come back at some point Sunday. In plenty of time to get run over by the next work week. But for the moment, the plan is to recover from the evening. There are out of context quotations from the evening to be shared. And they will be shared when I’m not so damn lazy.
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Ha. Epic fail.
Chicky just called up because she got one of those memory cards stuck in the card reader on her system. She got it stuck by? Putting a card in there that’s way too freakin’ small. Brilliant. Computer license revoked. Trade you for a moron of the year award.
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Oh. Snap.
I haven’t had that much fun since the last time I was up to my ears in calls. Actually this time seems like it could be manageable. It’s coming up on 2:30 and we’re not drowning in people on hold, which is always a good place to start. Now I just need another minute or two to breathe and we can call it a perfect balance.
Only having an hour for lunch doesn’t leave me with a whole lot of time to apply for jobs, but I’ve been keeping my eyes pealed regardless. None of the ones I’ve applied for thus far have bothered to call me back, but like I told someone over IM this past weekend, it’s not like I’m pressed for time. I’ve got a little over a month left with this job, plus the severence package that’s coming to me so I’m good for a while yet if no one bites immediately. On the positive side though it’s timed very well. Ottawa throws a hell of a Canada day thang. I got the week off for it last year on account of having enough vacation time to pull it off. I get the time off this year on account of not working when it gets here. Can’t complain with that. So the general plan as it stands right now, stick my nose in a few places where there might be some interest, and go from there. Ideal timeline’s somewhere around the neighbourhood of mid-July or so, but I can do the flexible thing where needed. And there’s always temping; I’ve not entirely ruled out that option, either.
Apparently I have just been told. My method of transportation homeward will be driven, at her insistance, by murlyns_view. Which means I may or may not be going right home–there is talk of the possibility that I may owe her coffee and such. Reason behind it? None. Oh well. Fortunately I have literally nothing planned for tonight except, possibly, to do that thing where I’m actually in bed before midnight. Not that I expect I’ll get there, but it’s nice to have expectations and such. Now to not be so damn lazy and actually follow through. Eh, later.
And a PS: The Ottawa Citizen just called to sell me a subscription to their paper that isn’t available online and that I subsequently can’t read. They do that every 3 months. You’d think they’d just make a note…
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Wo. It’s actually busy here. What a concept?
There were at one point this morning people actually on hold. That hasn’t happened for like a month. Dare I say I may not end up being bored to tears today? Dare I? Well, since I’ve already said it…
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And really really quick, ‘cuz eventually, sadly, I do have to take off.
Soldier in Afghanistan accidentally calls parents in the middle of a battle. Uh. Oopsies? Me be thinkin so.
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Why I so should not be awake at 4:30 in the morning.
So someone on my flist escentially dared people in general to call her voicemail. Now, this is me we’re talking about. I have free long distance to the US. You leave a phone number in an entry I have access to, followed closely by the words “I dare you.”. 3 guesses on the end result of said dare, and your first 2 don’t count. Almadefortitude is exempt from guessing, ‘cuz she made the same mistake with me. 😀
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Why I love this TV show.
Elenore: Heads, it’s man slaughter, tails, we go for it. *coin flip* Tails.
Lindsey: This is what we get paid for.Now there’s a stress free coping mechanism. I only wish all decisions were 50/50.
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Can I be a government know-nothing when I grow up?
So I finally got through the thick wall of bullshit that turns out to be the Canadian government’s tax division, only to be… yep, right where I was before I started calling. Glad I did it on my lunch hour, I am. At the end of the two conversations I had with people, one this morning, and one just a few minutes ago, I learned one very important piece of information. They don’t actually have the one form that makes filing my taxes possible on file. Which I knew before calling; that’s *why* I was calling, after all. So now, this weekend will consist of mailing me a return to everyone’s favourite headquarters of give me money. Because in spite of the fact it *is* on file, and has been on file for as long as I can remember, it’s decidedly not there. So. Time to take the old fashion “I won’t call you, you call me” approach. Mail in the return, and wait for someone at the other end to go WTF. ‘Cuz I’m supreme levels of awesome like that. And that… is the plan for at least an hour out of my weekend. I can be lazy for the rest of it.
PS: Dose of irony, perhaps? While I was writing this entry I got a telemarketting call from some get out of debt easy company. Signs I should probably stop forwarding my home phone to the cell? Quite probably. Will I? Probably not.