At work. No ice. Maybe can elevate, but really don't want to extend my knee.
Really should have stayed in bed.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
At work. No ice. Maybe can elevate, but really don't want to extend my knee.
Really should have stayed in bed.
Maybe fluffy pink unicorns made of cotton candy will bring me a latte.
Damn. Too bad Noah isn't old enough to drive and that we threw away his pink unicorn costume.
I am uninspired today.
I'm also in my office, with the door shut and the space heater on. Yes. Space heater. Every place I spend time this year has been the site of one of my purchased space heaters. how many have I purchased this year? 4. YES. Four.
My co-workers think I am a ROCK STAR. Our server is on life support, yet we aren't installing a new one until December 30. Why are we waiting to take care of something that is crucial to the continued existence of our product? No one knows.
In any case, Chatty!co-worker's Mac has the largest hard drive in my department, so he copied all our relevant files onto his hard drive (which is, like, 500-600 files, literally), and has been, for the last week and a half, e-mailing files back and forth between 4 of us so that we can work on them. But because we all work on a different file, at our own pace, it's resulted in him being interrupted about every 10 minutes: "[Chatty], can you e-mail me this? [Chatty], can you e-mail me that? [Chatty], I'm e-mailing you a new version of the file I e-mailed you 2 hours ago, make sure you overwrite the one on your hard drive," etc.
Imagine the possibilities for fuck-ups.
Anyway. I just networked our 4 computers (3 Macs, 1 PC running Windows XP), using Chatty's Mac as the "server," in about 5 minutes, because Macs are MADE OF AWESOME.
My co-workers are looking at me as if I just created life out of the primordial ooze.
At work. No ice. Maybe can elevate, but really don't want to extend my knee.
I realize going out to get an ice pack would require walking. Can you get someone to make a drugstore run? Can you steal something from a refrigerator?
I am alone in the office today, in the basement, three levels below ground.
I'll be fine. I'll just, you know, be walking funny all day.
My co-workers are looking at me as if I just created life out of the primordial ooze.
You should demand a statue built in your honor!
I'll be fine. I'll just, you know, be walking funny all day.
You concern me.
I'm going to die of boredom today if I don't manage to accidentally kill myself first.
Bah. Almost got hit by a car. What makes it especially annoying is I predicted the possibility of the driver's stupidity seconds before he actually did it, and was watching for it, but he still almost hit me anyway....
Okay, everyone in Chicago, strap some pillows to your extremities and GO HOME. You're worrying me.