Hate!
1. UPS. Oh, so very much. They are EEEVIL and I think hold a personal grudge against me. So, my computer, my poor little broken laptop, was sent down to Florida to get a new motherboard. They send it back to me. I hear nothing from UPS. I start to panic. Eventually I get a phone call saying that they tried to deliver it, but there was no-one home. Duh, I have a job. Fuckers. So after many long phone calls in which the person on the other end of the phone enters my tracking code wrong and insists she's never heard of me, I finally manage to determine that they have my computer, and arrange for it to be delivered yesterday, meaning I have to take the day off work and not leave the house...and it never shows up. I even skipped running class! I can't afford to take more time off work in the hope that they might deign to deliver it, and their pick-up location is way the hell north, which would also require taking time off work in order to actually get there. So I don't know what I'm going to do now, other than sit here and be stressed. Update: The UPS people apparently can't read, because they came to deliver it, but couldn't figure out how to use the intercom system, even though it told them RIGHT THERE ON THE WORK ORDER WHAT TO PRESS.
2.
vestra's computer. Because the one bonus to staying home yesterday was that I was planning on hanging out on LJ all day, except that the wee iBook refused to let me on for more than 2 minutes at a time, and even if I managed to read, I certainly couldn't comment or post. Or even read behind cuts, really. I also couldn't check my email or update my holds at the library. Bah.
3. Winter. Not that this has anything to do with anything, but I hate that it's still night when I leave for work in the morning. I mean, it's not even pretending that it's daytime out there. What's with that?
Love!
1. Shostakovich's Fifth Symphony. It's just so incredibly fantastic - listening to the TSO on Saturday night my eyes actually started watering during the second movement. (I'm not entirely sure what that means, but it happens when I listen to Leonard Cohen's "I'm Your Man" and Hawksley Workman's "Striptease", too. Um, yeah.)
2. Rick Mercer. But we all knew that already, right?
Apology!
1.
sarcasma, I'm sorry I left you all alone yesterday - I tried to log on to MSN, but... (see point number 2 under Hate).
1. UPS. Oh, so very much. They are EEEVIL and I think hold a personal grudge against me. So, my computer, my poor little broken laptop, was sent down to Florida to get a new motherboard. They send it back to me. I hear nothing from UPS. I start to panic. Eventually I get a phone call saying that they tried to deliver it, but there was no-one home. Duh, I have a job. Fuckers. So after many long phone calls in which the person on the other end of the phone enters my tracking code wrong and insists she's never heard of me, I finally manage to determine that they have my computer, and arrange for it to be delivered yesterday, meaning I have to take the day off work and not leave the house...and it never shows up. I even skipped running class! I can't afford to take more time off work in the hope that they might deign to deliver it, and their pick-up location is way the hell north, which would also require taking time off work in order to actually get there. So I don't know what I'm going to do now, other than sit here and be stressed. Update: The UPS people apparently can't read, because they came to deliver it, but couldn't figure out how to use the intercom system, even though it told them RIGHT THERE ON THE WORK ORDER WHAT TO PRESS.
2.
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3. Winter. Not that this has anything to do with anything, but I hate that it's still night when I leave for work in the morning. I mean, it's not even pretending that it's daytime out there. What's with that?
Love!
1. Shostakovich's Fifth Symphony. It's just so incredibly fantastic - listening to the TSO on Saturday night my eyes actually started watering during the second movement. (I'm not entirely sure what that means, but it happens when I listen to Leonard Cohen's "I'm Your Man" and Hawksley Workman's "Striptease", too. Um, yeah.)
2. Rick Mercer. But we all knew that already, right?
Apology!
1.
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