August 28th, 2004

running, bomb tech

Day, stuff.

Woke up, did stuff on computer, slept. Went to work, worked on phones, wrote some.

Went home early, as they didn't have enough stuff for us to do. Noticed that they had a box of little boxes for us to take if we wanted them. I checked with roommates, and we wanted, so we got those.

Went shopping. Finally remembered to get a spray bottle for the orange-oil cleaning goop, as the spray bottle it came in only pretends to spray, and also leaks a lot.

The Viking came over. I rediscovered how protective of my computer I am.

Maybe I'll get some sleep before I have to work tomorrow.

Fwd: Heaven & Hell (US Politics)

While walking down the street one day a US senator is tragically hit by a truck and dies. His soul arrives in heaven and is met by St. Peter at the entrance.

"Welcome to heaven," says St. Peter. "Before you settle in, it seems there is a problem. We seldom see a high official around these parts, you see, so we're not sure what to do with you."

"No problem, just let me in," says the man.

"Well, I'd like to but I have orders from higher up. What we'll do is have you spend one day in hell and one in heaven. Then you can choose where to spend eternity."

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Work, and yet another case of mistaken question

Went to work on not enough sleep and not half enough caffiene. Wasn't sure I could handle speaking. Turned out not to be monitoring today, but got pulled for testing a new survey (computer to paper, making sure everything skips right and is spelled right). That ate up most of the morning.

We were doing a survey on what people think of the insurance they already have, after that. Of course, since we are calling people on the phone and mentioning insurance, people will think that we are trying to sell it, and since it is a Mercury retrograde (still) some of them will still think so even after I have explicitly told them that no, we are not selling anything.

One woman, who was under this mistaken impression that we were trying to convince her to leave her current insurance and come to the Dark Side of buying insurance peddled over the phone, told me that she was in love with her $COMPANY insurance, was married to it, and was having adult relations with it. (That last was not in so many words, of course.)

The amusing bit was, this is one of the surveys where the combination of the job number of the survey in the computer and the pattern in the companies we ask if they have an opinion on reveals the sponsor of the survey, and of course the company that this lady was going on somewhat hysterically about her utter adoration for was identical to the company that sponsored the survey in the first place. But of course we can't say that, and at any rate, this person had slammed down the phone before I could reiterate that we were not selling anything, and we would like to hear more in depth about just exactly how much she loved $COMPANY, with maybe a few bonus digs at competitors.

"I like cheese" is evidently becoming a monitor in-joke non sequitor. Figment used it on me today at lunch, after I'd told him about the woman who was inappropriately involved with her insurance. Yay, Figment. He also made some dreadful pun or other, for which he narrowly escaped the half-empty bottle of purple Dew being pulled out of Hammerspace and smacked down on his head. (I missed on purpose.)

We got out early, which was good, because I was almost asleep on the phones. Didn't even get 6 hours in. Saturday's the 8 hour day, in theory.

Since I was out early, I took the bus to the bank and made sure my paycheck was tucked away safely. Ran into a co-worker at the bus stop, in the nonliteral sense, the fellow with the ponytail that's entirely covered in small black hair elastics.

I decided to try and get the September bus pass today, so I asked the bus driver if the kiosk at the Metro terminal was open today. He mistook my question and told me where it was, which I already knew, but not whether or not it was open (it proved to be not). Argh?

Now, home. Hot out there. Ick. Everybody else is flaked out playing video games and LAN smashembashem.
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Lemming moment: numerology, LJ, Google Image Search

1. Take your LJ username and replace each letter with the corresponding number (A=1, B=2, etc...).
(a = 1) + (z = 26) + (u = 21) + (r = 18) + (e = 5) + (l = 11) + (u = 21) + (n = 14) + (a = 1) + (t = 20) + (i = 9) + (c = 3)

2. Add all of the numbers together to create a kind of super number.

3. Add the digits of the number together.

4. Find the post of this number in your LJ. If you don't have that many posts, add the digits together again. (Chronologically, this is correct.)

5. Take the digit you noted in step 3, and count that many words into the post.

6. Use the resulting word in a Google Image Search, and select a picture from the first page and post the results for all of us to see!
(on the first page, here...)

(This wasn't on the first page, but I like it better...)
running, bomb tech


Crashed out soon after I got home. Took a two-hour nap after attempting to call my best friend (who was either not in or not answering the phone).

Tonight is laundry and hair dye.

I like coloring my hair blue. It should pass at work well, in part because any blue pigment left on my hands will be thought to be because of the pens. It never fails that when I am writing, and not paying careful attention to what I am doing and keeping myself clean, that I will get pigment all over me. (pyrogenic can probably testify to this from CTY, where I had all sorts of pens and was usually rainbow-ish about the hands.)

Tomorrow, my roommates should wrap the birthday gifts for the Little Fayoumis. He's almost eight...