Yah, there was a guy recently who got kicked off a flight (also united, I think) because he was taking a picture of his seat (he was a massive status frequent flier on international first class, as well as a blogger) and the attendant told him its not allowed (not true, per their own rules--you can't take pics of the crew, but personal pictures of the plane or food or whatever are explicitly allowed) and he said ok and stopped taking pictures, but tried to explain "I'm a travel blogger, this is my first time on this palne's version of first class, blah blah, I'm not a terrorist". So the flight attendant reported him to the captain and kicked him off the flight (this all happened before the flight) because the flight attendant "didn't feel safe, seriously here, people?

Not totally related, but talking about airplanes reminded me: last time I flew, there was a college-age girl in front of me at security who started crying when they told her that she couldn't take her full-size shampoo and conditioner in her carry-on. The security person was quite polite about it, and told her (repeatedly) that she had plenty of time to go check her bag, but she just kept crying, "But I don't know what to do!" They went through several rounds of "Go over to the desk and have them check your bag." "I don't know what to do!" before she finally realized that she should just follow the instructions and check her bag.

I think the attendants are pretty close to word of law too, aren't they? I was sure I'd seen the threat leveraged that disagreeing with them could be punished by law. LAW. Someone would law you.

Motherfuck. Someone at work asked me for a drink on Friday and I said yes. I feel completely played. I did not mean to do that--he couched it in terms of "Hey, you need to come up to speed on application A? Beer." Well, the former, yes! But no latter, NO.

And I've been sending the incompetent developer daily emails asking her to do part of her fricking job, and she doesn't even have the wherewithal to reply. I should have called her today--that's totally on me. But how many forwards and high priority emails does one person need? Sheeit.

I am unsurprised to learn that I am entirely correct about the troubleshooting issue and who can do what, etc. I know I'm a rushy goal-orientated bully, but seriously. Why not march on as many fronts as possible if the worst downside is more email in your inbox? Hell, in my inbox. You don't even need to be a recipient.

So, instead of fixing it today so the offshore could test overnight, we've lost another day.

And my phone just told me to hurry up and go home because traffic is bad. Which, you know, is sweet, but I didn't ask. Relax, bro.

Oh, god, I'm having distracting levels of anxiety responding to the problem developer. She read as many as three tickets talking about "direct URL.net to point to URL.com" and came back to me with two things--one was perfectly valid and I deleted those three words, and the other was "URL.com is already set up, have five pedantic and annotated screenshots."

I asked her to tell me as soon as she sees my error next time, and I sent her screenshots pedantically (but more aggressively, I guess, since I used red and drop shadows--maybe next time a ragged edge on the screenshot) circling .NET on them.

And now I'm going home because I can't deal, and it's Winchester night tonight.

Because I can't seem to force myself to mow the lawn yet again (er, I am yet again not forcing myself like I should, that is), I'm publicly stating that if the weather forecast on Saturday calls for rain all day Sunday, I will mow the lawn in Saturday.

Because saying it in public makes it stick, right?

I did go running two mornings this week already, so, inching closer to what I want my normal routine to look like...

I was once on a plane where a hostile (?) customer either got taken off by cops or almost did -- now I can't remember. In the flight attendant's defense, it was a small plane, so she was alone and wanted to handle it before the plane took off.

msbelle, I'm sorry your job is so full of poo.

I am so angry with Comcast right now, and every person I talk to tries to upgrade my service. As I said to the last one, I am super close to cancelling everything right now, so not tonight. At least the DVR problem is systemic and known by the recording? The internet problem is just me, apparently.

But I did go to yoga after work, for the first time EVER.

And...I agreed to give another co-worker a lift home. Who am I?

Okay, I'm outtie. That's one thing I am.

Last time I flew to B'ham, we had to return to the gate to deplane an older fellow who started threatening the flight attendants (all male, the one he initially threatened looked like Ryan Gosling) when told to turn of his phone. It was an appropriate response, the dude went from non-compliant to ballistic in about 15 seconds. "I'll have your job, BOY!" No, you had a nice meeting with airport police.

And...I agreed to give another co-worker a lift home. Who am I?

Maybe you're turning into sarameg? If you start hanging out with your neighbors, we'll know.