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  • Why thank you, Bell.

    written by

    james

    In order to address my issues with not being able to keep a stable connection to Bell’s ever so craptastical intarwebz, they have graciously lowered my maximum connection speed in an attempt to stabilize things. Roughly translated: Don’t ask me to download anything for you until I switch ISPs. Now it’s officially at a crawl. How that does for the connection’s anyone’s guess. But gee, at least Bell’s looking out for its customers. Oh, and, did I mention I’m cancelling my service with them for a flakey connection among other things? Yes, I do believe I did, once or twice. It’s 12:30. I should probably consider sleeping. Instead, I’m gonna go play knock the Indian tech support around for an hour or so. Anyone wanna watch?

    Edit: Didn’t even take half that, and I managed to blow right by a tech support moron and a supervisor. Now tomorrow I’ll call someone who can actually afford to buy a clue.

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  • The logic of this escapes me.

    written by

    james

    The Simpsons aren’t safe for children, but baywatch Hawaii is? Um, forgive me for asking, but… in what universe? Somebody s’plain this one to me.

    SELECT * FROM ‘politicians’ WHERE ‘clue’ => 0;

    PS: Mad awesome ubergeek points to anyone who can place that.

  • Must… survive… 25… minutes…

    written by

    james

    I have no idea if or how I’ll manage to do that, considering some of the calls I’ve been getting the last hour or so. Oh dear lord do I work in tech support or moron city? If I were a praying man, all I know is I wouldn’t get any work done for all the praying I’d be doing that the next call was even slightly less brainless than the last one. someone from the US tell me something, please. did the average IQ in that country drop overnight? And can you please pick it back up?

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  • The people doing my old job are made entirely of suck.

    written by

    james

    I had to send a customer over to our software department–y’know, the department I *used* to work in–to have her system looked at for why the hell Windows wouldn’t accept the CD-ROM on her system was working, in spite of the fact I was able to confirm in about 6 different ways that yes, it *was* working. And software tech who picked up the phone felt the need to argue with me about which one of us should be helping her. There are two things people should learn very quickly. 1: Don’t argue with me about a Job I spent over a year doing. I’ll whoop up on you like it’s nobody’s business. And 2: just don’t argue with me. Silly little tech girl… *snickers*

    And now, I delay actually getting back to work. Procrastination is good.

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  • Monday sucks.

    written by

    james

    Up side: the walk to work was absolutely awesome; any sign of snow that persisted last week is pretty well whiped out now. At least, any sign that would be noticeable to a guy who can’t see a damn thing. But it works for me. This contributed to making the walk more comfortable than it’s been in a small age.

    Down side: I did, in fact, have to come to work. Ah well, the paycheck will thank me. Or so I’ll tell myself.

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  • Gruh.

    written by

    james

    So now I drag my fat ass out the door. And will probably forget something important in the process. I hate Mondays. I am, however, still largely reachable by texts ’til 11, and email shortly there after. If you don’t have means to do either, it’s in my profile. If you don’t have access to see/utilize certain things, it’s probably because I don’t want you to. Deal with it. I’m going to work.

  • A quick note on my randomly getting disconnected.

    written by

    james

    It’s still happening. Thanks for a whole wad-o-nothin’, moron of the year. Is it the 27th yet…?

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  • Another random observation.

    written by

    james

    Because I have to kill 3 hours anyway so I can get ready for work, and subsequently not oversleep and wind up late for work. Pick anyone from your flist, and go back through *their* friends page a bit. You might be surprised at what that can tell you about the person. Much like you can get a fairly accurate idea what a person’s like based on the kind of people they hang out with (for example, someone murlynns_view might hang out with regularly I may be able to have a conversation with without slapping), same applies with the kind of people that show up on a person’s flist. You may find a couple degrees of seperation between you and that person you didn’t know existed. And at the very least, you’ll have something else to read besides your own flist. Which might actually be all you do it for. Hey, whatever works.

  • Observation at 3:00 AM: spambots are stupid.

    written by

    james

    Only explanation for why someone who doesn’t take any kind of medication at all (probably should, but that’s other people’s opinion, not mine) is getting offers for discounts on his medication. Yeah, yer brilliant. One of these days I’ll turn one of the linux servers I’m paying for into a mail server and put the breaks on about 95% of the spam I get on a daily basis. But in the meantime, I’ll just have to settle for this. Die in a gasoline-fueled fire ™.

  • Meme: 10 things.

    written by

    james

    I do this for the sole reason of not actually being motivated yet to go to bed. In spite of the fact I have to work in the morning. Yay retardedly screwed up sleep schedule. Or… something.

    Instructions:

    Once you have been tagged, you have to write a blog with 10 random things, facts, goals, or habits about yourself. At the end, choose 10 people to be tagged, listing their names. You can’t tag a person who has already been tagged, including whoever tagged you.


    Clickity. Or don’t.

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