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So I wake up ...
Aug. 24th, 2007 02:15 pm... and turn on Bravo, and guess who's rerunning the last season of Project Runway today?
\o/
Well, that'll give me something to watch while I'm cleaning the apartment, which I am going to get finished today if it KILLS me.
*****
I find it hilarious that I've turned into the English textbook of the night shift at work. No less than four times last night, somebody came running up to me with a spine label or a booklet or an inlay saying, "Is this spelled right? Does this sound grammatically correct to you? Is that even a word?" I'm seriously starting to think that people are fishing for newsletter mentions (which you get if you find a mistake) but nobody knows enough correct grammar and spelling to pull it off other than me. :)
And at one point I seemed to be the only one whose answer to the question, "Do you think this lyric is misspelled in the book?" was, "Well, why don't you listen to the CD and find out which word it is?" Which amuses me to death because normally I'm barely awake at work, much less possessing of much common sense.
*****
Still no phone call from Compaq, which just sucks on toast. It especially sucks because now my mouse is fucking up and honestly, using the desktop was not a long-term plan. It's not exactly the most dependable computer on the planet, even if it's been inordinately well-behaved lately.
My coach at work was telling me how Circuit City fucked up her computer or lied about repairing it or something, and she badgered them to get them to fix it and called the magistrate and ended up getting a whole new computer out of the deal. A new computer would be nice. I highly doubt this whole debacle is going to end up with me getting a shiny new laptop, mostly because my ability to be a hardass only goes so far, but I can dream.
*****
In a month and five days I'll turn thirty.
One of you is going to send me a boywhore, right? Someone really nice who looks a lot like Jensen? Come on, I have to make up for the fact that last night I got hit on by a temp with three teeth.
\o/
Well, that'll give me something to watch while I'm cleaning the apartment, which I am going to get finished today if it KILLS me.
*****
I find it hilarious that I've turned into the English textbook of the night shift at work. No less than four times last night, somebody came running up to me with a spine label or a booklet or an inlay saying, "Is this spelled right? Does this sound grammatically correct to you? Is that even a word?" I'm seriously starting to think that people are fishing for newsletter mentions (which you get if you find a mistake) but nobody knows enough correct grammar and spelling to pull it off other than me. :)
And at one point I seemed to be the only one whose answer to the question, "Do you think this lyric is misspelled in the book?" was, "Well, why don't you listen to the CD and find out which word it is?" Which amuses me to death because normally I'm barely awake at work, much less possessing of much common sense.
*****
Still no phone call from Compaq, which just sucks on toast. It especially sucks because now my mouse is fucking up and honestly, using the desktop was not a long-term plan. It's not exactly the most dependable computer on the planet, even if it's been inordinately well-behaved lately.
My coach at work was telling me how Circuit City fucked up her computer or lied about repairing it or something, and she badgered them to get them to fix it and called the magistrate and ended up getting a whole new computer out of the deal. A new computer would be nice. I highly doubt this whole debacle is going to end up with me getting a shiny new laptop, mostly because my ability to be a hardass only goes so far, but I can dream.
*****
In a month and five days I'll turn thirty.
One of you is going to send me a boywhore, right? Someone really nice who looks a lot like Jensen? Come on, I have to make up for the fact that last night I got hit on by a temp with three teeth.
