bluebeard

I've managed to contract a bacterial infection that makes me vomit when I eat. two weeks now. it sucks.

I will probably lose my job with the amount of time I've taken off in order to vomit. that sucks, also.

hmm.

In January, they started having voluntary Saturday workdays, with the mantra "In March, the hours will get shorter".

In February, the Saturdays became mandatory, with a volunteer Sunday, with the mantra "Sundays will never be mandatory".

Now it's March, and Sunday is mandatory, with the mantra "If you work harder, you won't have to do as many hours".

This "temporary backlog" has lasted since October, and they keep accepting more work from Apple. We're way past capacity.

What a shitty company.

[edit: I thought it pertinent to add that we're also currently required to work 11-hour days. So, including Sunday, that's up to 77 hours. insanity.]

hahaha. car troubles already. yesterday the radiator hose split; driving home was not very much fun. terror of no radiator mixed with terror of no tags. wheee.

this morning on the way back from buying a new hose, I took a left where I wasn't supposed to. *bam* ticketed. it's the end of the month: quota time. oh well.

got the car fixed, which was a minor bitch, and now it's all groovy. gonna be late for work, but oh fucking well -- no car means not going at all, so I personally think it's a fair trade.

who needs capitalisation?

I'm getting off early tonight to go get my car, and also get to sleep early enough to meet my new landlord at the new place for a walkthrough and to make arrangements and give him money. W00t.

Changes changes changes. Good ones, though.

So far, moving back to Memphis has been the best choice I could have made at the time.

Two years later, and I've got a job I actually like, a relationship that's been fight-free for 1.5 years thus far, tonight I get a car all for my very own and this weekend I'm moving into a nicer place where Jason and I both will have more room. My relationship with my parents is better, I'm involved (well, sort of. I'm still affiliated, but I haven't had much time to go work.) with a good thing, I get to go camping and traveling frequently, I'm finally gaining weight, I get to go out a lot....

yeah. life's good.

So, yesterday I bought a new speaker system at a computer show.

It came with the wrong controller.

Had to wait until today to call because they're closed on the weekends.

Now I've got some guy on the phone who's actually getting confused about the issue: he wants to know what the controller on the box looks like, what the one in my hand is like, what buttons they have, whether it stands horizontal or vertical. He says he has a stock item with him of the same model, but it's not the same as what I'm describing, either from the packaging or the physical item I have.

He says, "I can't see my buttons because it's still in plastic."

Well, OPEN IT motherfucker.

This is absolutly fucking ridiculous. Just give me an address and a...

well, hey.

After 20 minutes of the long distance call I'm making, of me describing the unit and the packaging numerous times, he finally tells me to fax my reseipt to him, because "normally we don't take any calls until we've seen the receipt."

What kind of fucking bullshit company is this?

okay, I've seen the story and seen it linked to from several places, so don't take this all personal, mkay?

anyway.

why in bloody hell is reuters (and the AP) covering a DVD release?

aren't they supposed to cover news?

Hmmm. Annoying. AccuRadio, the internet radio station I listen to at work, doesn't work here for some odd reason. Blah.

Looks like this week I'll be working roughly 54 hours. Sucks, but I need the money to save for the new place, so it's groovy.

We now work 3pm-2:30am, instead of 2pm-2:30am. I'm glad for that. Pete, our floor manager, says he wants to eventually have it ironed out so we never work past 11:30. That'd be nice, too. 40 hours a week instead of 50 or 60? Hellyeah.

umm.. yup.

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I wanted to think there was some psychology behind it that would make sense.

Nope.

Furries are fucking wierd.

Not as wierd as otaku-kin, perhaps.

addendum: I also don't understand people who read hundreds of journals, but relatively few posts/comments. They read.. but have nothing to day? Vicarious living through voyeurism.

oh wait... I rarely post. um...

Oh, and I just wanted to throw in that one of my coworkers just referred to the AirPort card as the CPU.