Have I complained about the heat? Because it’s rightsomejesus hot here. At 6pm, the actual temperature is 100F with a heat index of 110F. My brain is melting. MELTING, I SAY! Kill me now.
That is all. As you were, comrades.
Category: Crankypantsing
Bad Cuz
Harriet dragged Bad Cuz out of the toy box and gave him a stern talking to. And then she shook him dead.
And on a less entertaining note, someone is finally moving in upstairs. We are not amused. Least of all because I’ve been up since 4am and it’s now 8:30pm. I’m not looking forward to being kept up all night by stompy boys dropping boxes on my head and thundering up and down the stairs like a herd of rhinos.
Pepper
The peppers are even farther behind than the tomatoes, but they’re finally starting to bloom.
While I was working on collages, I had the TV on for background noise. Bravo is running some sort of Real Housewives of New Jersey marathon today, and holy crap! Talk about a hot mess! They’re all mean and hateful, but that Caroline takes the freaking cake. She’s a nasty bully, and it’s repulsive. And now, dammit, I can’t look away!
Assholes Are Cheap Today
See those little bits of paper and whatnot on the ground in front of the silver minivan? That was a large pile of spent fireworks and related trash. The people in No. 5 were setting them off until midnight. Right the hell behind my car. And now I have a burned spot in the paint on the hood, where one of their stupid bottle rockets landed. Assholes!
We are not amused.
Rainy Day
It was grey and wet and gross today, which is seasonally appropriate, but kind of a drag after the gorgeous weather we’ve been having lately. And it’s supposed to stay like this for a while, too. The plants sure are enjoying it, even if I’m not.
Cable is fixed! It took trying three different DVRs before he found one that worked, and that one looks like it fell off the back of a truck, but I don’t care. Much. It is kind of irritating that one of the scratches is across the display, so some of the numbers are a little distorted. A minor irritation, sure, but it’s one of those things that will bug the crap out of me. Not as much as not having cable, though! And I didn’t, this morning. I got up and things had gone from bad to worse. Not only was the DVR not working, but all the stations were black screens. The tech said they’d pushed out a big update on Monday night, and I’m betting that’s what killed it.
All’s well now, though. Well, except for the fact that I lost all the programs I’d recorded. Hrmf.
Ten
I went on a cleaning binge this afternoon. After washing the crock pot insert, I turned it upside-down on a towel, so it could air dry. I noticed that the bottom was wonderfully oxidized.
In other news, I stayed home from work today, and it’s a good thing I did. Maintenance is prepping the apartment above mine for new tenants (yes, the amazing dream neighbors moved out last month). The carpet guy was here today, and apparently he left the machine turned on, so that it was spewing water everywhere. This of course meant that I once again had Niagara Falls in my bathroom. Aieee! Water everywhere. So I had to clean the bathroom from top to bottom, because everything was drenched.
I also had to deal with Comcast’s sucktacular phone system. I had the worst time trying to get through. I don’t know if there was some sort of technical glitch or if this is a new “feature.” I got stuck in an endless phone menu loop, then gave up and tried an alternate number printed on my bill. New endless loop, so I hunted online and found a third number. That one finally worked. Yay! All that because my DVR quit working last night. I’m guessing the hard drive has died. This would not have been a big problem, except I didn’t watch Lost when it was broadcast. I decided I’d watch it after it was finished airing, so that I could skip commercials. Bad plan! We are not amused. So after getting thoroughly frustrated with Comcast’s wonky phone system, I have an appointment for a tech to come out on Friday morning.
And because shit always happens in threes, the wireless router decided that this morning would be a good time to give me fits. Or so I thought. I moved my laptop into the living room, next to the modem and router, so that I could troubleshoot more easily. After plugging the modem directly into the laptop, and still having some weird problems, it occurred to me that I should try restarting the computer. That should always be the first step in troubleshooting, because chances are, that’ll solve it. And it did. Apparently something didn’t load correctly when I started my computer the first time, so I got (more) frustrated for nothing.
Easter Crap
Submitted without comment, photos of a coworker’s fake ficus tree all decked out in Easter crap:
Work
I spent the last day and a half at work, cataloging this pitifully small stack of government documents from the Netherlands. All in Dutch, and the only available cataloging records were in Dutch, as well. No corporate bodies, no subjects, no call numbers, and the series fields were a mess. Let’s just say that it was kind of frustrating, and there just wasn’t a whole lot to show for it all when I finally finished.
Foggy
We had pea soup fog yesterday, which was preferable to today’s icy drizzle. Fog, at least, has a certain amount of charm.
And now, for the crankypantsing.
I pre-ordered Joanna Newsom’s new album from Amazon, with the assumption that it would arrive today (the release date), or at the very least, be shipped today. But noooooo, that would have made too much sense. I don’t know what the hell is the matter in Amazonland, but I checked my orders page, and it wasn’t going to ship until March 1st. Unacceptable! So I cancelled the order and will download it from her label, Drag City. I am not the princess of patience!
What’s weird is that I ordered something else from Amazon on Sunday, and the tracking info says that it’s already in Indiana and should be delivered tomorrow. I wasn’t expecting that shipment to get to me until next week. On the other hand, it’s coming via UPS, so I’m not going to hold my breath. It could take them a week to drive it across town.
I have about dozen other things to complain about, but I’m going to pace myself. Maybe tomorrow?
Note to Coworkers
If you want to stand right outside my cubicle and chit-chat, then go right ahead. If you want to discuss your hot flashes, that’s fine, too. But please don’t turn to me and tell me, “You’re too young to know anything about that.” For one thing, I have no interest in being included in your conversation. You can tell that by the fact that I’m ignoring you. Second, please don’t make assumptions about things you can’t possibly know. It makes you look like an asshole.
red paper boat 