I haven't gone to sleep yet, but I figure it's about time I give it a shot.

I have a sneaking suspicion that I am the horrible customer calling customer service lines. Ok, not the one calling DCJ, because I generally know better than to unplug important things. But you know, I say stupid things, and miss things that seem obvious in retrospect, all the time. I wonder if I'm being written up on some other list even as we type.

I doubt it.

It's not so much those who are willing to try, it's more the people who are defiantly clueless that get frustrating.

Like MM's callers calling over and over. Or the people who won't check to see if there is a cable running from the computer to the printer because "they don't know computers," despite the fact it requires no computer knowledge whatsoever.

I have no problems with people who are frustrated and not thinking clearly. I understand that.

I work with people on a daily basis that do not know how things work, will not know how things work when we are done, but are willing to try. To these people I give kudos.

I could only hope to be as patient as some of the people I help when I'm out of my depth calling a customer service or helpline.

Then sometimes they also don't bother separating ideas into paragraphs, it becomes nigh-impossible for my ADD-addled brain to make it through any of it, much less derive any concrete meaning from it.

And heaven forfend you should ever politely suggest that following the established conventions of punctuation, spelling, and grammar actually have benefits for writer's intended audience.

And heaven forfend you should ever politely suggest that following the established conventions of punctuation, spelling, and grammar actually have benefits for writer's intended audience.

"You understood what I was saying, didn't you?"

Yes, but it wasn't worth the effort.

"Yeah, but they were annoying me, so I unplugged it."

&

"You understood what I was saying, didn't you?"

Yes, but it wasn't worth the effort.

t-shirts. now.

t hugs Buffista grammar-, punctuation-, and capitalization-philes tightly

I go to other sites and just cringe. And then hit the back button.

Dude. So, I started the semi-jobhunt Thursday? Friday? Got a call about a resume I sent yesterday. Don't know if this will be The One, but still, good sign! WOOT!

Great news, Daisy Jane! I hope you find a wonderful new job.

My whole body aches. This is the bug that will not die.

I have to leave for rehearsal in two hours, rehearse for two hours, and then head out to Jersey so my BiL can heal my computer pox.

(It seems unwise to send around resumes with whatever virus attached, huh?)

I've got in the fridge is the remainder of a small bag of crappy cheap shredded cheddar/jack mix. And there's nothing to put it on.

OK here's what you do. You sprinkle the cheese on some tin foil, then shape it into one continuous form. I usually go for an elongated oval. Then you stick it in the toaster-oven at around 400 degrees and watch it as it starts to bubble and pop. When the edges turn brown, take it out of the oven and let it cool until you can gently peel the tin foil off and then eat it like a cracker. A cracker made of cheeeese!