Adventures of a Tofu Slut

Oh my GOD, why is everything twice as complicated and three times as difficult as usual today?

On the plus side, at least I finally got to watch last week's Project Runway.

I REALLY HATE COMPUTERS.

So, my DVD drive hasn't worked in ages, since they had to send me a new thingy that I've forgotten the name of. Which meant that I couldn't use it (the DVD drive) for back-up, like I'd been doing before. Because of that, and because I was running out of room on my hard drive, I bought an external hard drive. Great, fine, I backed everything up, everything was good.

Now I decide that I really need to get the DVD drive fixed, so in preparation for taking the laptop in, I go to back everything up on the external, and...it doesn't register on my computer at all. It's not the USB port, because other thing work there, so maybe it's the cord? I don't know. All I know is that I was berating myself for putting things off (like getting the DVD drive fixed) and now I know why - because something goes wrong every time I try to do anything around electronics. So frustrating!

Argh.

I'm going to bed.

Things I will outlaw when I am Queen of the Universe:

1. Band practices in apartment buildings.
2. Karaoke in apartment buildings.

If only they would at least pick the same song, it might not be so annoying...

The weekend has been rife with firecrackers right outside my window, and I'm ready to smack someone. I keep drifting off into daydreams about stomping outside, grabbing the firecrackers from their grubby little hands*, and storming back to enjoy my evening in peace.**

Of course I never would, because I can't confront anyone ever due to my overwhelming fear of them hitting me in retaliation, but I'm THIS CLOSE.

*Not that I can see them. They could be 75-year-old grandmothers for all I know. But I have my doubts.
**With just the extra-loud jazz radio from next door, the thumping bass from downstairs, and the "hilarious" conversation from upstairs.

This weekend totally had it in for me.

First, my wireless stopped working, so I had to sit on the floor in front of the cable modem in order to use the computer (my cable is very short).

Then I had no loonies for laundry, which meant I had to go buy ice cream in order to get change.

The freezer wasn't working properly, so I had to eat all the ice cream.

Saturday, some sort of magical force clearly invaded my apartment and made me read all day, instead of cleaning.

I had my ass handed to me on a platter at Mah Jongg.

Then I couldn't access the internet even if I skipped the wireless all together.

I underdressed and had seriously frozen legs on Sunday when I went walking.

I missed The Robber Bride due to a combination of not remembering when it was on and not being able to check because: no internet, talking to my parents, the tape running out, and the antenna not working, at which point I'd already missed the first 45 minutes.

And then I forgot to tape Studio 60.

The moral of this story is that I think I need a minder. Anyone want to run my life for me?

I've only been at work for an hour and a half and already my ass is numb and my right arm is aching. Ow.

BUT, Studio 60 was wonderful and filled me with glee*, I defrosted my freezer**, sarcasma is back, and the advent calendar my parents sent me fell apart during shipping, so I can eat the chocolates any time I want***.

However, when I am Ultimate Ruler of the Universe, I plan to ban karaoke machines from apartment buildings. Especially my apartment building. Especially my floor. Especially after midnight on a Sunday.

*( Spoilers! )

**Although I forgot that I was in the middle of defrosting my freezer as soon as I left the house to get my hair cut, so I didn't rush back, and when I finally did get back there were huge chunks of ice and big puddles of melty water all over the floor.
***I was never allowed to have the chocolate advent calendars as a kid. I only got one for the first time after I moved to Toronto. Much like I got Valentine's chocolate from my parents for the first time when I was in Montreal. Absence makes the heart...send chocolate?

Here's is why it's such a good idea that I've gotten rid of my cable: everything I'm watching this summer (which is not all that much, really) is suddenly on at 8 on Wednesday. When I'm at French class. And honestly, I find it upsetting, because I don't tend to watch TV casually - I get involved in whatever I watch, and I hate missing episodes. WHICH IS STUPID. It's just TV, for fuck's sake.

I will be so much healthier when I'm not actually tied to watching things on a schedule, and waiting for DVDs to come out is the normal way of my life. I almost wish I couldn't get *any* channels without cable (although not really, because at least I'll still be able to get CBC, and George. George!).

And in other news of me, I didn't really have time to eat lunch today, and as a result I was on a short, short thread, and very close to crying at the end of the day. I don't think I've ever cried at work before - and I didn't today, but I was on the edge, and it wasn't even because of work! It was because I hadn't eaten lunch! I WAS CRYING BECAUSE OF FOOD. How lame is that?

Really, if I were going to cry, I should be crying because of this stupid Norton Anti-Virus that I attempted to buy last month - I bought the download, I downloaded it, I attempted to install it, it hung up my computer. I tried again. I e-mailed tech support, they sent me somewhere else. I e-mailed there. They told me to uninstall everything and try again. I tried again. It hung up my computer. I tried the two other things they said to try. Nothing worked. I asked for a refund. They sent me a link to a letter of destruction. It wouldn't let me fill in the fields, and there wasn't an "accept" button. I e-mailed about that. They sent me instructions on how to fix my download. I e-mailed somewhere else. They told me that once I had sent in my refund it would be 7-10 days. I e-mailed back to say that I couldn't PUT the damn REFUND THROUGH.

And there's no phone number on the site, at least not that I can find. Dear sweet pete.

This day can be summed up by the fact that my socks will not stay up.

Sigh.

Last night after a sad dinner (sad because I discovered that the tofu had gone bad, so I had a tofu-less stirfry, which was not satisfying), I had what was intended to be some ice cream, and what ended up being the whole container. And then I couldn't sleep, of course. ARGH. Why do I do this to myself? I need a sign in front of me at all times that says, "Rachel, if you eat that ice cream you'll be so hopped up on sugar that you won't get any sleep, and then you'll be completely cranky when your alarm goes off at 6, and you'll snap at defenseless people all day".

I'd get it tattooed on my forehead, but then I wouldn't be able to see it.

So yes, I am sleep deprived, my socks won't stay up, and I have to buy lunch, because I slept in too late to make it. My life is so HARD.

There is a diabolical new plot afoot at work, one obviously intended to make us stay here for hours on end, slaving away without a break.

The elevators never come. Ever.

If the elevators don't come, then we can't go home, right?

There is nothing sadder than standing waiting for an elevator for 5, 6 minutes, and then having it arrive already stuffed full of sweaty employees, and realizing there is no way you are getting on that elevator without bending the laws of physics and gravity. No, wait, worse is the fact that you're only on the 2nd floor. AND that there are approximately 24 elevators throughout the building, but none of them are doing anything.

OMG I just want to get my lunch!

Before you say "Durr, take the stairs you lazy bastard," let me just add that there are no stairs from the second to the main floor. That's right, THERE ARE NO STAIRS. I can take the stairs in between all the other floors, but the stairs from my floor lead right to the alarmed emergency exits. And yes, I do feel stupid taking the elevator down one floor. Whose stupid idea was that?

Malls.

Small children.

People.

Computers.

Life.

Current Mood: HATE.