Would you scratch my hand? Oh, that feels good.
"In a few minutes a computer can make a mistake so great that it would have taken many men many months to equal it." --Unknown
I freaked out yesterday morning. I turned on my laptop, and a message appeared telling me that the Scan part of my Virus Scan program could not activate. Aaaahhhh! Unfortunately, I had about 15 minutes to do my hair and makeup, put on clothes, and run out the door, so I just turned it off, and hoped that when I came home it would magically activate. I was very tempted to stay home and try to fix it, but I'm still too new. At my last job I would've been late, or just brought my laptop into work with me. Now I'm still trying to make sure I don't screw up too much, that I do a good job, and that they keep me employed. I came home later in the evening, turned the laptop on, and got the same message. Booted up in safe mode, started Virus Scan which ran successfully, and all was well with the world. At least I hope so. I mean, I don't think it's good that I have to start my laptop in safe mode in order to activate Virus Scan, but I could be wrong. And paranoid. My laptop's still my baby. I want it to last a little longer.
I'm going to a wedding this evening, sans-date. It's not that I couldn't get a date; I'm not allowed to bring a date. :-( I'm not going to know many people at said wedding, so I hope that the people at my table are loads of fun, easy to talk to, and all that kind of stuff. I also hope that I'm not starving. They're serving appetizers and dessert, but not a full dinner. I anticipate being very hungry. It'll be very weird going to a wedding without Mary, seeing as she was my date for the June wedding, and I hung out with her a good portion of the night for ebizaleth's wedding. I'm spending the night in Oxford (hello, Hilton Honors points), and then driving to Columbus early in the morning to watch Malia in the Columbus Marathon. I still need to figure out details related to that. Like, where exactly in Columbus am I supposed to go? It's kind of a big city, and I can't just wander around and hope for the best. It was much easier to navigate through the Akron marathon, but that's probably cause I live there. :-)
In the boy related news, things are going well. I've been pretty up front with him on where I stand in relation to casual dating, casual sex, casual "messing around" and he's still talking to me. That's good I guess. I spoke to a few people about my concerns, and they said I have a good head on my shoulders and I'll be fine. Of course, most of them were women, so I was really happy when WorkHusband echoed their statements. As I told a friend, men will tell you you're an idiot. Women will do the same, but they'll completely understand why you're doing what you're doing. So I was happy to get a male opinion on the matter. Who knows where it'll lead.
In slightly boy related news...slightly...I need a back-rub. Okay, it's not really related, but the connection works in my head. I can't tell you the last time I had a good massage, and I am in desperate need of one. I have knots in both my shoulders and throughout my back. PotentialBoy said he doesn't give massages. Clearly he doesn't understand how this works. Boy gives girl massage. Girl is ridiculously relaxed and happy. Girl becomes horny and wants to mess around. Boy is happy. Did I miss anything? Yeah, I didn't think so. So now I'm tense and have no one to help. :-( Please come to my rescue!
Funny story for the day. I met up with former coworkers last night after work. There was a really good turn-out, and I saw people I haven't seen in months. It was great, because there were about 5 conversations going at once, and you didn't feel like you were ignoring people if your back was to them. Anyway, one of the guys dislocated his shoulder last weekend, and his hand fell asleep, so he asked me to scratch it. So I start massaging his hand and scratching it to try to wake it up when he says, "Beth, you're arousing me." My hands jumped away from him so fast you would've thought they were on fire. I sat at the bar, with my hands folded, looking straight ahead, and I had no idea what to do! It was quite amusing, and they all harassed him for playing out his injury just to pick up women.
Happy Sweetest Day!
I freaked out yesterday morning. I turned on my laptop, and a message appeared telling me that the Scan part of my Virus Scan program could not activate. Aaaahhhh! Unfortunately, I had about 15 minutes to do my hair and makeup, put on clothes, and run out the door, so I just turned it off, and hoped that when I came home it would magically activate. I was very tempted to stay home and try to fix it, but I'm still too new. At my last job I would've been late, or just brought my laptop into work with me. Now I'm still trying to make sure I don't screw up too much, that I do a good job, and that they keep me employed. I came home later in the evening, turned the laptop on, and got the same message. Booted up in safe mode, started Virus Scan which ran successfully, and all was well with the world. At least I hope so. I mean, I don't think it's good that I have to start my laptop in safe mode in order to activate Virus Scan, but I could be wrong. And paranoid. My laptop's still my baby. I want it to last a little longer.
I'm going to a wedding this evening, sans-date. It's not that I couldn't get a date; I'm not allowed to bring a date. :-( I'm not going to know many people at said wedding, so I hope that the people at my table are loads of fun, easy to talk to, and all that kind of stuff. I also hope that I'm not starving. They're serving appetizers and dessert, but not a full dinner. I anticipate being very hungry. It'll be very weird going to a wedding without Mary, seeing as she was my date for the June wedding, and I hung out with her a good portion of the night for ebizaleth's wedding. I'm spending the night in Oxford (hello, Hilton Honors points), and then driving to Columbus early in the morning to watch Malia in the Columbus Marathon. I still need to figure out details related to that. Like, where exactly in Columbus am I supposed to go? It's kind of a big city, and I can't just wander around and hope for the best. It was much easier to navigate through the Akron marathon, but that's probably cause I live there. :-)
In the boy related news, things are going well. I've been pretty up front with him on where I stand in relation to casual dating, casual sex, casual "messing around" and he's still talking to me. That's good I guess. I spoke to a few people about my concerns, and they said I have a good head on my shoulders and I'll be fine. Of course, most of them were women, so I was really happy when WorkHusband echoed their statements. As I told a friend, men will tell you you're an idiot. Women will do the same, but they'll completely understand why you're doing what you're doing. So I was happy to get a male opinion on the matter. Who knows where it'll lead.
In slightly boy related news...slightly...I need a back-rub. Okay, it's not really related, but the connection works in my head. I can't tell you the last time I had a good massage, and I am in desperate need of one. I have knots in both my shoulders and throughout my back. PotentialBoy said he doesn't give massages. Clearly he doesn't understand how this works. Boy gives girl massage. Girl is ridiculously relaxed and happy. Girl becomes horny and wants to mess around. Boy is happy. Did I miss anything? Yeah, I didn't think so. So now I'm tense and have no one to help. :-( Please come to my rescue!
Funny story for the day. I met up with former coworkers last night after work. There was a really good turn-out, and I saw people I haven't seen in months. It was great, because there were about 5 conversations going at once, and you didn't feel like you were ignoring people if your back was to them. Anyway, one of the guys dislocated his shoulder last weekend, and his hand fell asleep, so he asked me to scratch it. So I start massaging his hand and scratching it to try to wake it up when he says, "Beth, you're arousing me." My hands jumped away from him so fast you would've thought they were on fire. I sat at the bar, with my hands folded, looking straight ahead, and I had no idea what to do! It was quite amusing, and they all harassed him for playing out his injury just to pick up women.
Happy Sweetest Day!