I *feel* that way talking to support sometimes, Connie. But knowing that, I freak out and fume *first* then call the techs. That way, I'm calm when they can hear me. Of course, some people are dicks who read "Tech support" and think "data monkey" which is a bad call much like insulting a waiter. Although I think I'd almost rather eat spit-food than face ongoing tech problems, and considering how much I hate germs, that's a statement!
Ben ,'The Killer In Me'
Natter 72: We Were Unprepared for This
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.
I'm not sure who has annoyed me more today, this last guy or the guy earlier who, when asked to click on an icon, said "Why can't you do it? That's what I'm paying you for."
Thanks, lcat! Virtual cookies on the way.
Consuela, can you quick change into your Star Fleet uniform?
Zen, ages ago (okay, several years) when I went to Italy with a group of fannish friends, I rented a cellphone for the group. I can look up that information for you if you want, though I'd be surprised if there isn't a better way these days.
Ha! My good friend Janni Lee got to write a guest episode for Zombies Run: [link]
Oh, cool!
Looks like I am getting two bunnies. Just a question of exactly when I can be ready for them...
I had an epic bad night last night. First dream my workplace turned into a shady Good Wife and I was being assessed by the execs for some gig that had to be done off the books. Second half of the night was watching a "ghetto" sitcom where the lead was a mix between Dice Clay and Kevin Henry and it had animated bestiality jokes.
I think my teeth were grit all night, and now I'm falling asleep at my desk. There's this weird quality the sound gets just as I realise my eyes are closing.
Bunnies! That's fun.
Ugh, ita.
Ugh, Consuela.
I'm going to be out of town next week, when my father will be moving to a nursing home and it's my mother's birthday, so I told her I'd help think of fun things for her to do. I've got to remember to send flowers, at least. And I'm making a list of her friends to reach out to. Also mani/pedi, movies. What else?
I decided to wake up by reviewing my sister's paper on the lay understanding of sickle cell disease in Jamaica (the first on the topic), and it worked--except I had to print it out to get going. I feel like a traitor. It's the Galaxy Note that makes me writey writey.
I don't feel qualified to review it, since I think all the errors I find are because of me, not them. It is a dicey place, psychologically.