Is it such a bad thing that the only thing I can think of is “Hey, I can get home at a normal time on game night!”? I, personally, didn’t think so.
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So I hear Ottawa’s out of the playoffs.
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I speak as a technician, because if I speak as a Dell employee I may be fired.
Of course if they were to stumble across this I could feel somewhat important before they drop the hammer. If there is the slightest bit of inner geek in you, and you like to actually mess around with the internal workings of a machine, this is a bad idea. Desktop PC with notebook components. And people wonder why every part on these things we have to replace has to be accompanied by a technician. Somebody in the upper realm screwed up, methinks. y/n?
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Useless me trivia.
I’m a sucker for any kind of music I can either sing, or play. I used to take up the piano quite actively, though since actually getting something akin to a life that’s kinda fallen by the wayside. Still, occasionally I’ll play around with something just because it’s me. I’ve been asked on more than one occasion (I’m looking at you, momallrat) to toss something online here as a demonstration, or make some alternative arangement of getting such possibly offensive material to those requesting it. Blanket answer: it’s your torment, but if you’re that curious you’re just gonna have to hear it in person. And that’s just my playing, questionable/out of practice as it might be. I wouldn’t inflict my singing on anyone. Well, unless we were both drunk to the point of anything sounding good but then what does it matter? And speaking of music, I now go blast this song and get my crap together for work. Yay having an almost life.
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What kind of seducer are you?
Stolen from almadefortitude, because I have absolutely 0 originality at 4:30 in the morning.
Your Seduction Style: Au Natural
You rank up there with your seduction skills, though you might not know it.
That’s because you’re a natural at seduction. You don’t realize your power!
The root of your natural seduction power: your innocence and optimism.You’re the type of person who happily plays around and creates a unique little world.
Little do you know that your personal paradise is so appealing that it sucks people in.
You find joy in everything – so is it any surprise that people find joy in you?You bring back the inner child in everyone you meet with your sincere and spontaneous ways.
Your childlike (but not childish) behavior also inspires others to care for you.
As a result, those who you befriend and date tend to be incredibly loyal to you.
Not very high up there on the accuracy scale, but I’ll take it. Only because I’m too lazy to do it a second time.
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What kind of music are you?
Also known as the “I did way too bloody much walking” quiz.
You Are Punk Music
You’ve thought long and hard about what mainstream society has to offer…
And you’ve pretty much decided that most normal things aren’t for you.
You’re creative, expressive, and likely to do things yourself.
You are a rebel and a fighter. You’ll defend your point of view to anyone.
I agree. Except my tolerence for punk music’s rather low. I blame having it played way too much by just about everyone younger than me in my family. Ah well, the perfect quiz does not exist. This’ll do.
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My day just got a whole lot less busy.
Finally caught a lunch break at about 10 to 3 (I’m off at 5:30), and at the moment there’s way more people waiting to take calls than we have calls. So I’m effectively emailable ’til about 4 (well, I’ve been emailable all day… corporate firewalls got nothin’ on me), and then after the meeting I apparently have to go to as of… an hour ago, emailable again at about… 5-ish. Sadly reception sucks in here or at least one person would be getting a text message just to make sure they’re still awake. Correction. Unless I sit/stand *just* right, reception’s nonexistent in here. I think I’ll make that a requirement for my next job.
Someone’s obviously toying with me. By week’s end it’s threatening to hit 20 degrees. And yet here’s me, working. For the curious, that works out to 68 fahrenheit. Not too freakin’ bad for mid-April.
Okay I’ve killed most of my lunch hour. Time to go semi-pay attention to a meeting. Reachable is me. Later.
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It takes sitting through a chkdsk to realize…
There are some pretty boring moments to my job. Who knew?
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Thinking not included.
After apparently passing out last night and not realizing it until this morning, I’ve now officially been up for… just over half an hour. And I still can’t coax my brain into some kind of working order. Today’s gonna be hella fun… thank god it’s the middle of the week and I only have 2 more to get through. And, as nice as the extra couple hours will be on my next paycheck, if anyone tries to argue with you that installing Vista is less time consuming than installing XP, you have my permission to do all manner of hurty things to them. And now I go throw my crap together and call it a morning.
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Still at work.
I should not be. But this system just won’t fix…
Edit: To the person who felt the need to call my cell 6 times in 5 minutes from a number I don’t recognise and not leave a bloody message: die in a fire.
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Awake (2007)
As promised, a review of an extremely meh movie. It’s lengthy…