February 11th, 2009

trust, best friends forever, snot-nosed brats

Same Old, Same Old

I have the best friend in the universe. I know this because I called him today while I was waiting for the ibuprofen to kick in. My uterus is not happy with me today, and it was not wasting any time in letting me know this. I didn't even feel like I could read. My vocabulary was drastically limited because I couldn't string two coherent thoughts together. I couldn't actually laugh because doing so would disturb my uterus.

My best friend kept me company as the ibuprofen kicked in, and managed to distract me enough so that the half-hour was not the utter agony it could have been.

Most of the actual conversation was somewhat bizarre and probably didn't make much sense. That was OK. He was concerned about my lack of coherent, but once I explained he settled down, although he did recommend a nice warm bath. (That would still be nice.) When I mentioned Dawn's hosed phone, he got me good by pulling a hurt-and-angry on the "If that's what it takes to get her to call me...!", then laughed at me when I apologized. Moment of panic, thinking I'd hurt the dearest man to me in the world.

Once I finally started to feel better, he complained about TMI. "You mean it's TMI when I tell you my uterus doesn't hurt, but it's not TMI when I tell you it does? ... Or it was TMI then too, and you just weren't complaining because I was in so much pain."

He gets cranky when I tell him he's sweet. But he is. ♥
ui, pastede

Minion vs. Website

I have applied to a temp agency for placement to get myself some work. Part of the process is completing skills evaluations online. I passed the typing test just fine. However, I have run smack up into technical limitations. Somehow, it does not think that either my uncle's machine or my laptop is worthy and/or capable of running its fine Java applets.

I suspect that by the time I'm done hammering on this thing and making it work, I'll have more than earned a more technical place in the workplace than the tame clerical tasks that they provide staffing for.

On the other hand, I might not actually be worthy, and might not actually get it running properly. I might have to admit defeat and trudge myself down to their office, present myself as unable to smack a browser into submission, and use their computer.

Meanwhile, I'm getting dizzyfaced enough that I suspect that even should I get it running tonight, I shouldn't complete the Excel and Word assessments tonight.

All is not lost, however. I type 68 wpm, it seems, on a keyboard I don't like, with my hands at the wrong angle, and running a little ahead of myself in reading the original, and overthinking it a bit.