February 14th, 2007

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Browser cleaning time.

http://consumerist.com/consumer/taxes/tax-season-irs-owes-you-60-if-you-own-a-phone-235660.php -- taxes, phone long distance refund.
http://www.boycottthebag.com/boycott_the_bag/why_btb/index.html -- vote against rampantly evil sizing by not buying any of their other products either.
http://www.wired.com/wired/archive/14.12/start.html?pg=4 -- really obnoxious ways to defeat wiretaps!
http://community.livejournal.com/suggestions/679571.html -- I'm having fun with the idea of a Real LJ Calendar.
http://community.livejournal.com/lj_releases/15789.html -- Bug fixes, little tweaks, easter eggs in the vgifts, and maiden aunt wallpaper on Horizon's header. <3
http://fancytoast.blogspot.com/2007/02/achieving-self-actualization-with-bacon.html -- what the link says.
http://www.marylandmva.com/Resources/DC-169.pdf -- Userfriendly comments section people have used this pamphlet to share with rude denizens of the parking lot.
http://www.theregister.co.uk/2007/02/13/intel_loses_depressed_employee_appeal/ -- it's called responsibility.
http://www.homeonthestrange.com/view.php?ID=168 -- I don't follow Joss that much, but I hear tell that this is true.
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Stuff from Work

10:53 AM 2/13/2007
Vash is with the repair d00d. My whole day is thrown off balance.

11:03 AM 2/13/2007
Instead of braving the bus system again, they had a shuttle. Hooray shuttle! I got dropped right off at work, and that makes me happy.

And it was raining. That also makes me happy. (If I ever re-locate, rain is going to be a priority.)

11:32 AM 2/13/2007
In retrospect, it makes a lot of sense that the LF is ADHD. I was trying to work with his limitations, even though I didn't understand them. Marx was trying to punish the ADHD out of him. Ha. No wonder it didn't work.

12:24 PM 2/13/2007
It already feels like a Thursday. (Never could get the hang of Thursdays.)

1:24 PM 2/13/2007
Estimate so far is under my deductible. I let the guy know that I would like to retain the broken pieces from the other vehicle as trophies. *snerk* Vash's driver is ... not nice. Not when things like this are concerned.

1:31 PM 2/13/2007
Waiting for upload to finish. Bah humbug. This stuff is taking up my morning when I should have been doing other fun stuff.

1:37 PM 2/13/2007
Still waiting for things to do things. Cleaning out my e-mail.

2:24 PM 2/13/2007
More things doing things; updating things that needed things updating. Scary things.

Silly dental lab didn't get the crown right. The fit was perfect. The color, not so much so.

3:43 PM 2/13/2007
wtf. Estimate OMG ESTIMATE.

4:25 PM 2/13/2007
OK. All the cracktastic part of the paperwork should be over, and I should get into the good bits now, the parts where I do not have to scream, cry, and beat people. Ms. < Apples was visiting me earlier this afternoon, and had to be told that she needed to bring a job number with her when she was coming to ask me a question about something, and that the two job numbers she wanted me to add to the chart were already there, which could have been prevented if she had BROUGHT THE JOB NUMBERS WITH HER BLOODY FRICKIN' HELL. (Snarky Lady likes her. This is because she is sweet and invades people's personal spaces, and Snarky Lady does not have to actually work with her.)

4:31 PM 2/13/2007
Management said in that meeting the other day that we might just be able to get parent/child job numbers. GLEE.
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It's full of puns!

12:34 PM 2/14/2007
An e-mail from Grandma Cinderella Manager said: "[Guru], there is a floating number (4) between [stat1] and [stat2] on $FORM!"

I was so, so, so tempted to reply and say, "I think that's actually an integer." I should probably be smacked.

1:15 PM 2/14/2007
I have chocolate-covered cashews. "To make your day more nuts," I am cheerfully telling my co-workers as I distribute them.
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LJ took the plunger to the e-mail server, so expect the deluge if you'd been not getting notifications on stuff.
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Hilarity abounds!

Tonight was a good group night. I got the new group description turned in, they were handing out makeup in little bags, and there was chocolate. hcolleen and myrrhianna were all over shopping and stuff earlier on in the day, and they came up with crazy chocolate. They gave an assortment of bitter chocolate to M, who likes dark chocolate. It ranged from 60-something-% to 99% cocoa solids. ZOMG CRAZY DARK.

M is all about the dark chocolate, but one tiny square of the 99% was all that she was able to take. It got passed around. azwriter tried biting into it, which was a Bad Thing. I was just sitting there letting it dissolve on my tongue, because that's what you do with chocolate like that, just let it dissolve and be pure chocolate in your mouth. It's not a chewing chocolate. Evidently I looked all blissed out.

hcolleen was making all sorts of sassy comments (we all were), and I was sticking my tongue out at her, so when she made one more sassy comment I grabbed her face and licked her cheek. This resulted in group shutting down for a good ten minutes as she hid with her face on the table and all of us roaring with laughter, because that was so not planned and the results were so hysterical. (This was entirely platonic licking, naturally. If it had been M, that would have been something else, but this is Ecchi-chan. And if I licked M, there would be Rather More Results Than I Would Want To Deal With. Zomg. Leaving lipstick prints on M was bad enough.)

M got all lipsticked-up, by virtue of having everyone leave lipstick prints on her.

In addition to tip, our excellent server got chocolate-covered cashews. Making his workday more nuts!

easalle brought a book of love letters, and there were dramatic readings. I am evidently in possession of a sexy voice. I took advantage of this, shameless advantage. Then I wrote a love letter over dinner, one of the ones that doesn't get sent. Maybe someday it would be OK to show it to him, the overt love letter, but not now. Not yet. The roses are yellow.

easalle picked me up at work. Roads that did not connect and then bad drivers and before that her babysitter's timing conspired to make it so she showed up with plenty of time for me to print off my grammar rant and BS with the Cute Desk Guy. (Cute Desk Guy now has a laptop that he uses at his desk while looking cute and keeping an eye on things.) There was construction drama downtown, with plenty of snark and traffic cones. And! The big news! Our Nemesis, the Flashing Sign -- is no more! There are big static banners draped over it now. Ha-ha! A Fanta? Do Not Want!!