So the MS anti-spyware program cleaned off the rest of it. Color me impressed. I've currently got the PC running a virus scan since the on-access scanner was starting up disabled and who knows how long that's been going on. After that, home. And dinner.
I'm thinking I may pick up some italian beef on the way home, since I never got some when I was talking about it last week and then got one from a place by my sister's house last weekend that sucked horribly. So I'm due for a good one. Especially after today.
Oh, god, our guest speaker has a Powerpoint presentation.
Alibelle! being here is better than building a bust, but playing in ceramic goo does sound fun.
msbelle! Being here is fun, and I'll be spending many, many, many hours with the bust to be. Tomorrow. Saturday. Sunday. Monday. Wednesday. Next Thursday. Etc.
I'm actually kind of scared about how much I am absolutely LOVING my semester right now. Despite my crap day in ceramics yesterday, I really, really enjoy it. I'm loving learning to play the piano. And I absolutely adore all this dancing. I don't know what I'm going to do when I suddenly won't be able to do all these things anymore. The dancing I can probably continue, and maybe the piano stuff, maybe, but the ceramics thing, at least, will be extremely difficult to do. It's a very expensive hobby.
Sabotage the projector, Dana. It's your only hope.
Anybody want to be a cat burglar?
We're still in the middle of his life history.
In the last six months I've spent more time writing lengthy memos explaining the same ten procedures to this person than I've spent explaining them to the previous EIGHT new people in the previous DECADE.
Ack. There's always people that want to immediately make a "stamp" on their new workplace.
We had a surgeon who after being here only a week wanted to go out and buy a new clinical system for the surgery department because she didn't like the one that we were already using company-wide and that interfaced with every other system we use. Even explaning that there was already a project underway to eventually replace that system would placate her. She just couldn't understand why she couldn't just purchase the same system her old hospital used and install it.
Dr. Pesty! Ha ha ha.
I used to do that all the time till I had to explain to Clueless ExRoommate that the point of a Secret Mean Nickname was not to share with your victim.
I used to do that all the time till I had to explain to Clueless ExRoommate that the point of a Secret Mean Nickname was not to share with your victim.
Ha! A woman I know kind of got caught up in that recently. Kind of. In this circle of acquaintances, there is a brother and sister duo who are practically identical. So Certain People took to calling them "HisName" and "ShisName." (like She-HisName, get it?) So, at this party, the original woman said to the sister, "So, is ShisName coming?" The sister was all, "Um, HisName is...."
OK, this is not nearly as funny without knowing all the people.
