It creates a conflict of interest, period. But I guess that's plain talk in a place where you have youthful indiscretions at forty and "mis-speak" a lot.

We heard a lot about the puppy in the mail here, because the idiot was mailing it to Atlanta. The article doesn't seem to mention my favorite part: she went back to the post office to ask for a refund for the postage.

The bright side to this article is that the woman was mailing it to her son in Atlanta. It means the kid is not living with her. If I had been in the post office, I would have beaten her about the head with that box.

If I had been in the post office, I would have beaten her about the head with that box.

After taking the puppy out.

After taking the puppy out.

I would have taken the puppy home. I can't watch the video again without wanting to drive over there and choke the shit out of that woman.

Man, the hold music started the opening chords of Don't Stop Believing, and then the outgoing message started. I feel jacked. Sure, it's on my iPod, but I'm trying to listen to every single song on it, and if I keep interrupting it to listen to stuff I want to hear, I'll never finish.

Which seems a little odd all spelt out, but I swear it's perfectly sensible.

Gah. Gina posted this morning on FB about this ghastly situation. Someone found these two dogs [link] on Howard Street Beach having just gone through the ice and pulled them out of the water. On investigation, it turns out the owners didn't want them anymore and just abandoned them at the beach. On Lake Michigan. In the middle of the coldest f'ing January on record.

(Chicagoans, they are in urgent need of a foster home, by the way. I only wish I had the space.)

Oh, god, when I did customer service for the post office, I had a woman ask if she could overnight ship some kittens. She's a breeder and someone had bought the kittens. I still get sick thinking of her. "But people ship chicks!" "Yes, from a few specifically designated post offices in specifically designed boxes with specific handling instructions." I should have reported her. The supervisor I mentioned it to just said, "So?"

People suck. ugh

Youse guys, this is what the good stuff tumblr is to combat. Go look.

Also, lemon bars.

Everything I'm trying to do today is aggravating.

My email was down for a while today because we set off the brute force thinger.

I need to rereconcile because my numbers are off. Before I do that it wants me to back up, wise. But the backup is failing.

I downloaded my bank statements for the reconciliation and realized that my old hosting company is charging me. I did their live chat thing, with someone who doesn't speak English and it took an hour to convince them of what was wrong. Then they told me I needed to fax the credit card! and bank statement to a number. So I got fed up and called the number on the bank statement, where I got a puzzled English speaking tech who said that the person on live chat had successfully cancelled and a refund was pending and gave me a ticket number, saying no further action was required on my part. ?? I'll believe it when I see it.