When it's fully charged, then it's fully charged and leaving it in longer won't do any good. I think there is generally a little light that will tell you when it is completely charged, but I know not of how ThinkPads tell you this.

Wow. My company is having a kerfuffle, and fandom isn't. Is it Opposite Day?

Mile High - I never thought that the Marco-Janis relationship would end up in anything but hurt for Marco; but I had hopes for Jase-Lehahn (sp?).

The LoTR exhibit was lots of fun. Amazing costumes and weapons. Quibbles: why no Eowyn? Faramir? Not even Pippin's guard uniform?

Also, did other buffistas who saw the exhibit give in to the urge to say, "Who's the little fear demon" when coming across orc maquettes. . .because I could not resist.

I think there is generally a little light that will tell you when it is completely charged, but I know not of how ThinkPads tell you this.

If it's a ThinkPad, I'm pretty sure there'll be a little battery indicator on the toolbar. FYI, some laptop batteries won't charge to 100% even new.

Kat, why are you packing up your classroom?

If it's a ThinkPad, I'm pretty sure there'll be a little battery indicator on the toolbar.

Cool. I've only used it plugged in so far, but I would eventually like to use the battery, since that's the beauty of a laptop.

I have survived the post office. There was a way too strong and bothersome Kim Chee smell and a bothersome employee "helping" me with the self-serve machine. I refrained from explaining to her that I use the self-serve machine so that I do not have to deal with people, but I did not refrain from telling the customer waiting for the machine after me who was crowding me so much that she was actually resting her box on the machine while I was still using it that she was impatient and rude and bothering me. She acted as if I had killed her dog. Happy Holidays, bitch was muttered under my breath as I went to the line with my oversized and overseas packages.

Today's installment of a special place in hell is for the people who go to the post office with out taping their boxes or labeling them or as one especially annoying twit today, WITHOUT THE BOX and yet expect to have the full attention of a clerk while they get their shit ready. NO no and again I say no, you will be sent to an empty place on the counter and told to complete your packing before you will be helped. A big thank you to the clerks who do not put up with these jackholes.

Now I have a decaf peppermint mocha and all is well. The rest of the day should be peachy.

Thanks for the link, Jesse. Pretty amusing though I'm sure I'll need to view it when I'm *not* at work in order to turn the volume up high enough to get it all.

This Christmas I'm thankful I no longer work for the Postal Service call-in help line, where I heard "If I mail a package on Dec. 21, will it get to England by Christmas?" "Where are my packages! You've ruined my children's Christmas?" "How dare you leave my package on the porch!/How dare you not leave my package on the porch!" "No, I didn't waste my money on a tracking number, you should be able to find my package without it! What do we pay taxes for?"

Did you know the Postal Service is self-supporting? No tax funds go to the Postal Service.

I did not refrain from telling the customer waiting for the machine after me who was crowding me so much that she was actually resting her box on the machine while I was still using it that she was impatient and rude and bothering me.

Oh my god. I think I forgot to tell the story of when I went to get new tires for my car. I ordered up my new tires, handed over my keys, and I sat down to wait with a Pratchett novel. Wait wait wait. Some guy walked up and handed me a a slip of paper with something from Proverbs on it. I get evangelicals wherever I go, so I shrugged and used it as a bookmark. Wait wait wait. I waited an hour and a half longer than they told me to wait when I placed my order, without complaint. I poked my head out the door to make sure my car was back in the parking lot before I approached the counter. I asked after my car. I helpfully pointed out that my keys were on that clipboard over there. Clerk started ringing me up. I had my card ready to swipe.

Then a fellow customer marched up to the counter and loudly complained that she'd been waiting AN HOUR and when she came in they said FORTY MINUTES and on and on and on AND ON... and the clerk still had my keys. I let her bitch and moan about her TWENTY MINUTE EXTRA WAIT. Until I flipped out like a mammal. Turned to her. Said, "Look, I've been waiting for almost three hours now. Could you please wait your turn so I can get my car?"

And while that may sound polite, apparently the way I said it terrified the clerk so badly that he apologized for my wait three times.