Monday, April 28, 2008

Monday Mornin Couldn't Guarantee

...that the dang alarm clock would, in fact, work this morning. I have three requirements for an alarm clock.
1) Keep accurate time.
2) Make noise when it's supposed to.
3) SHUT UP when I tell it to.

My alarm clock had an EPIC FAIL this morning in Task #3.
It started buzzing at the correct time (4:30 am, for those of you playing along at home). I turned it off...only it decided it would really prefer NOT to stop buzzing.
So I hit the snooze button.
Which didn't work.
I hit the "OK, shut up for today but leave the alarm on for tomorrow" button.
Which also didn't work.
So I unplugged it, and threw it away.

I don't keep a clock that can't perform its 3 functions properly. So now I need a new alarm clock.

I hate Mondays.

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Monday, April 21, 2008

Canadian Brass, The Saint's Hallelujah

Going Home

Y'know, it's tough to realize how much of a luxury "going home" is until you can't do it. I have Stuff To Do at home - and I can't do it till Thursday, at the earliest. That's frustrating, and annoying.

Kev's fighting with a new program I put on the computer, that he doesn't understand (because he's never seen it before) that I should be dealing with, not him - but he's the one stuck with it. He's frustrated because it's just One More Thing To Do That He Shouldn't Have To Deal With (and that isn't self-explanatory, isn't intuitive, and isn't fast. And that he really doesn't have the time or the inclination to deal with.) I'm frustrated because I forgot to deal with it over the weekend, and I can't just say "eh, well, don't worry about it, I'll do it tonight".
I also can't say "I'll do it Thursday", because it's something Kev needs to be able to get ready for a gaming session on Friday.

I just want to be able to say "don't worry about it; I'll do it when I get home tonight", any night of the week. Is that too much to ask?

I want to swear. A lot. Loudly, extensively, and with great fervor.

Grief

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