Listening to myself think...
I've got that song on repeat - I can listen to myself think pretty well when I'm listening to it. Or at least, when it's background music.
I've not been up to a whole lot lately - I'm back to working on endlesstimeline [yes, Eric lives!], I'm working mad amounts of OT because...
I'm going to show you that my priorities are hellaciously backwards. I'm going to pay my rent a day late because I want as much money as possible for my new motherboard. That's the reason for me working mad amounts of OT. Sick? But I treat my computer like it's one of my kids. I get sad when I have to get a new one, because that means the old one turns into a beer coaster. When I put it in the car to take it somewhere to get it worked on, I put the seat belt on it. I do everything but give it a name. [Disclaimer: I treat Maddie far better than I treat my computer - I wouldn't set a beer on her head. >.> And I hug her and kiss her and tell her stories and all that other happy mommy stuff. Every once in a while, I give my computer a pat on the side, like 'good job!'.]
So anyway, it's time for me to get a new computer - apparently the motherboard has shorted out on this one. That's why it does the random acts of restart thing. And that's a pain in the ass when one's in RO playing and you're MVP'ing things for Zen meditation and it cuts off and takes 3 retries to restart.
Been talking a lot to Ben lately, and hopefully today we can finally get together for the process of scratching our collective itches. It's been three weeks, and I'm PMS'y and I'm just about to climb the damn walls over this shit.
Have I mentioned that I can't wait to get paid Friday? 20 hours of OT on my check and half an hour of penalty OT [penalty OT because technically we're not supposed to work past 10 hours in a day if you're on the Non-Overtime Desired List but I was a good kid and I did my supervisor a hayuuge favor and stayed an extra half hour]. And at 22.60 an hour...you do the math.
Of course, my other option is to get another laptop. I'm running a mad POS now - it's a P2 or some such. It's just old and it's slow and just icktacular. I might let Maddie's dad have it, since all he ever does with it is download music and play it for him and Maddie to dance to. Iunno.
I'm gonna end this here, because I've run out of things I want to talk about. Ta, possums.
I've not been up to a whole lot lately - I'm back to working on endlesstimeline [yes, Eric lives!], I'm working mad amounts of OT because...
I'm going to show you that my priorities are hellaciously backwards. I'm going to pay my rent a day late because I want as much money as possible for my new motherboard. That's the reason for me working mad amounts of OT. Sick? But I treat my computer like it's one of my kids. I get sad when I have to get a new one, because that means the old one turns into a beer coaster. When I put it in the car to take it somewhere to get it worked on, I put the seat belt on it. I do everything but give it a name. [Disclaimer: I treat Maddie far better than I treat my computer - I wouldn't set a beer on her head. >.> And I hug her and kiss her and tell her stories and all that other happy mommy stuff. Every once in a while, I give my computer a pat on the side, like 'good job!'.]
So anyway, it's time for me to get a new computer - apparently the motherboard has shorted out on this one. That's why it does the random acts of restart thing. And that's a pain in the ass when one's in RO playing and you're MVP'ing things for Zen meditation and it cuts off and takes 3 retries to restart.
Been talking a lot to Ben lately, and hopefully today we can finally get together for the process of scratching our collective itches. It's been three weeks, and I'm PMS'y and I'm just about to climb the damn walls over this shit.
Have I mentioned that I can't wait to get paid Friday? 20 hours of OT on my check and half an hour of penalty OT [penalty OT because technically we're not supposed to work past 10 hours in a day if you're on the Non-Overtime Desired List but I was a good kid and I did my supervisor a hayuuge favor and stayed an extra half hour]. And at 22.60 an hour...you do the math.
Of course, my other option is to get another laptop. I'm running a mad POS now - it's a P2 or some such. It's just old and it's slow and just icktacular. I might let Maddie's dad have it, since all he ever does with it is download music and play it for him and Maddie to dance to. Iunno.
I'm gonna end this here, because I've run out of things I want to talk about. Ta, possums.