bluebeard

So, yes, the violin is here.

Kinda funny how I got it -- I was afraid I'd miss the delivery, being at work, and I would have. I had left a note offering my office's address as an alternate, if they were able to take hand-written notes (doubt it :P). However, while I was at work, the UPS guy came, and I asked if he had anything for my address -- bingo! He ran out to the truck to get it.

Kinda made me worry about UPS' security policy; could I ask for any address, confirm the name and take it? That's what I did with this. Sure, I signed for it, but I coulda scribbled "FUQ U" on there and it wouldn't have mattered.

Anyway, I got home later, got it set up, went to make my first attempt at tuning, and -sproing!- I broke the G-string. The only replacement string it came with is A. That made me sad.

Nonetheless, have a picture.

( showoff )

My violin finally arrived!

I had written more, but then my boss needed an affidavit, and the stupid fucking idiot java app put some gobbledygook in the copy buffer, overwriting what I had typed earlier.

Fuck you, Java technology!

oboiex recently shot me a copy of the Splinter Cell 3 soundtrack.

Review:

Amon Tobin is god.

It's currently floating around 90F.

IN MY OFFICE.

That's with the central and a window unit running full blast.

dear god.

I posted this in open_letters earlier, thought I'd re-post it here.

This topic has bugged me for awhile. I'm glad to see that lately there's been a push for better education on the topic; billboards, web and subway ads, and whatnot. Hopefully it'll work.

When I see them or they try to hit me up, I always repond with links to current infection statistics. They don't respond, heh, and I doubt it gets through their skull, but perhaps it'll make them think for a minute.

( The letter.. )

So, if I find something a little unbalanced and say something about it, it's bitching, right?

what the fuck ever. Next time I clean any of the things I've been cleaning almost entirely by myself, I'll just do the half I used.

oh, and by the way. statements like "I don't wanna hear any bitching this morning" and "Just get out of here and go to work"? yeah. since when did you become big man of the house? that's some bossy bullshit.

Uhh... dunno what to think of this.

They're hiring a new receptionist. The current one, the one I bitch and moan about every Monday, is being replaced.

However, the current is supposed to train me to do her job, and I'm supposed to train her to do mine.

I have no idea what it means in terms of our office structure.

Part of what it needs to mean, given that she's a criminal paralegal and that's the kinda work she's gonna be training me to do, is me getting a W4, a raise, and benefits, 'cause I ain't doing a paralegal's work on a 7.00/hour 1099. hell no.

I was informed last night that like three people are quitting a local coffee shop in the next few weeks. Considering applying there, since it's a little more pay, and I've done the barrista thing before.

If this new training here means I'll be paid a paralegal's wages, perhaps I'll stick here a bit. If they expect me to do that work as it is.. fuck that shit.

one of these days more will happen outside of work that I can report.

I dreamt about plants that thrive off of human touch.

it was odd.

for whatever reason, I'm in a particularly vile mood today.

if one more assumptive white man calls me up with a "gimme!" attitude, I'm going to murder him.