A Whole Bunch of Stuff.
My phone evidently has mood management issues and was being contrary yesterday. I called my mom as I walked home from the bus stop and she said she'd call me right back. My phone is set on ring and vibrate, so it vibrates twice before the ringing starts, and trying to answer before the ring gets me nowhere. So I did the usual wait, wait, answer thing, except the answer part didn't work. So I tried answer again, and again didn't manage it, although the display told me I'd sort of halfway picked up. I had a mute option and half of the picture that comes up with incoming calls, and the call timer thingy said I'd been on the call for three hours, eight minutes, and 45 seconds. I tried answer for the next three minutes while the phone continued to ring. I also tried straight to voice mail and also turn the fuck off now please and got nowhere with that. Somewhere along the way, Mom was sent to voice mail (while the phone continued to ring on my end), and when the message was sent to my phone it finally stopped ringing. I still couldn't properly hang up or turn it off, though. And of course it was dark and I couldn't see what I was doing so I couldn't take the battery out, either. Evidently the battery removal and reinsertion thing was all it needed, though, because a few minutes later a call came in just fine, and then a few minutes after that my mom called back.
Probably The FriendBots do not find this particularly interesting, but this is a good place to keep track of problems like this in case it happens again and I want to bitch to someone about switching out my phone for one that actually allows me to answer incoming calls.
My gimpy ankle is still all gimpy, and I am most displeased. It has now been over a month, and I would like to be able to spend a day not wearing my supersexy brace thingy without wishing for the sweet embrace of death the next day, please. That's the supersexy brace that won't fit into any of shoes that are not either my Nikes or flipflops.
So this morning I was walking into the copier room, totally in my own world, when Coworker BE came out of the copier room. And scared the hell out of me. Naturally, as the absolute personification of grace that I am, I jumped about five feet, tensed up completely, and hurt the gimpy ankle again.
Marvelous.
On the super fantastic bright side, though, my photography class starts tonight. I am now far more excited than nervous, and it's my hope that this will continue to be the case. Excited is much more fun than nervous.
Also on the bright side, the building maintenance people checked everyone's smoke detector yesterday (I wonder if they made the Guy Fawkes Day connection?), and when I walked into my apartment the first thing I noticed was a little silver thingy on the kitchen counter. That little silver thingy was the attachment on the faucet that was keeping me from installing my Brita filter. So now I have fabulous filtered water, straight from the tap! I hope Linus and Crazy Eddie appreciated that this morning.
Related to absolutely nothing, I have to say that I love my job. We celebrated Hong Kong Day on Friday. For those of you not familiar with that particular holiday, it's when the big boss goes to Hong Kong with his family and the office closes early as a result. That was my boss's idea. How much does that rock? I'm hoping for Tokyo Day or Beijing Day or Bangkok Day or something next. I don't remember where all he's going, but any of those will do.
Probably The FriendBots do not find this particularly interesting, but this is a good place to keep track of problems like this in case it happens again and I want to bitch to someone about switching out my phone for one that actually allows me to answer incoming calls.
My gimpy ankle is still all gimpy, and I am most displeased. It has now been over a month, and I would like to be able to spend a day not wearing my supersexy brace thingy without wishing for the sweet embrace of death the next day, please. That's the supersexy brace that won't fit into any of shoes that are not either my Nikes or flipflops.
So this morning I was walking into the copier room, totally in my own world, when Coworker BE came out of the copier room. And scared the hell out of me. Naturally, as the absolute personification of grace that I am, I jumped about five feet, tensed up completely, and hurt the gimpy ankle again.
Marvelous.
On the super fantastic bright side, though, my photography class starts tonight. I am now far more excited than nervous, and it's my hope that this will continue to be the case. Excited is much more fun than nervous.
Also on the bright side, the building maintenance people checked everyone's smoke detector yesterday (I wonder if they made the Guy Fawkes Day connection?), and when I walked into my apartment the first thing I noticed was a little silver thingy on the kitchen counter. That little silver thingy was the attachment on the faucet that was keeping me from installing my Brita filter. So now I have fabulous filtered water, straight from the tap! I hope Linus and Crazy Eddie appreciated that this morning.
Related to absolutely nothing, I have to say that I love my job. We celebrated Hong Kong Day on Friday. For those of you not familiar with that particular holiday, it's when the big boss goes to Hong Kong with his family and the office closes early as a result. That was my boss's idea. How much does that rock? I'm hoping for Tokyo Day or Beijing Day or Bangkok Day or something next. I don't remember where all he's going, but any of those will do.