Sucks and Blows
So, this week has been pretty much a suck fest.
First off, not everything was bad. Seeing Batman Begins and CB's fine male physique wasn't bad. Neither was seeing Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants for the second time. Or hanging out with my friends Rie and Coley.
But other than that, it's blown. Big time.
First off, on Tuesday, I arrive back at home to find out that my computer screen has blown. The comp part was fine, but lets face it, unless you can actually see the goings on, it's pretty much useless. I had to haul the aincient Tandy screen from our first computer out of the shop, (it's the only one we still have. That computer is so old, it has MS Dos on it. I think its from the early nineties. On a side note, I miss Super Munchers. Does anyone else remember that game? It's on our very old comp. I was tempted to haul that out of storage too, but it's really heavy, and I'm a lightweight.)
The moniter weighed about as much as a seven year old boy. And it worked for like an hour, before my finicky computer decided that it didn't want to be compatible to it anymore. I just got the new moniter today from the people at Dell, who were remarkably easy to get ahold of this time around. But then, last time when I had all the viruses because they are all liars over there, I spent two and a half weeks on the phone before being connected to a real person! So my six hours of waiting doesn't seem to bad in comparison.
I'm not sure if I like this new screen. It's still a flat screen, and black, and almost exactly like mine, except it's not. It's got the buttons on the wrong side, and it's base is completely different. Plus, there is a lot less edging around the screen. I know, it's a lot of petty stuff, but what can I say? I'm a nit picker who doesn't handle change well. At all. I got upset when Mills changed the recipe for the house dressing. (It was this amazing herb vinagarette, and now it's got this funky raspberry and mandarin orange thing going on. I don't like it.) I'll just have to get used to it, cuz they don't make my exact moniter anymore. They updated it. (Why does everyone have to change things? Why can't they just stay the same?)
So, I got up at 7am to get ready for Job #1. When I arrived, my boss told me that they didn't really have much for me to do, so I should feel free to leaf through a magazine or something while answering the phones. So I got paid for sitting at a desk and reading 204 pages of Girls in Pants for seven hours. I was really glad that I brought a book with me to read during my lunch hour. I only wish that I felt comfortable enough to write there. (I need to feel secure and free when I'm writing, and I'm not there yet with this place. I don't want people hanging about, milling around while I'm thinking of a good way to describe Tristan's rippling abs and muscular back, asking me what I'm writing about.)
Then, I run clear across two towns, (well, technically cities, as Bloomsburg is the only actual town in Pa) and a village to my house, throw on a pair of jeans and my new sparkly flip flops. (Tangerine. It's the closest I'll ever get to being able to wear orange.) Then, I run back out, drive across yet another village, to the Xings, to do inventory at the Zod.
We actually did really well. We had to redo a few things, but for the most part, all the scanning and counting of the merchendise ended up pretty accurate. (Mine was all right! Yay! Usually, I'm the one who always messes up one thing. But not too badly. Except that one time that I missed an entire pile of shirts, and my count came up 32 shirts too short. Or that time that I accidentally combined two sections, and ended up with 128 more polos than I should have had. Or that time I was doing back room inventory, and was on the rickety ladder, and nearly fell to my death when Matt hit the one leg with the door. )
Nor is a little freaked. She's waiting for the other shoe to drop. She thinks that something is going to go horribly wrong since everything went well now. I think it's just good Karma from that last nightmare of an inventory. We had 7 people working from other stores, and I swear, they didn't even have the most basic of counting skills. And scanning? If you can't count to 15, you definately lack the mental capacity to scan a barcode!
Coley and I went to Mickey D's afterwards and did a little bit of splurging. Got some chicken nuggets (no chicken head!) and fries. And then we discussed the 100 greatest movie quotes, which spawned into a full on commentary on the best parts of When Harry Met Sally, which somehow turned into the near word for word recitation of the Thanksgiving eppie of Friends where Rachel makes dessert for everyone, which then moved over to the episode with the Dollhouse. "I was just checking the shower massager"!
Now, I'm home. I'm catching up to all the things I've missed the last few days for about another half hour, and then, I'm crashing. One more day of work, and then one day off. Which actually isn't really a day off. I have to go to my cuz' Grad Party. This will be the first fam function since the Blog Debaucle of March, when I had to change my site url to protect my privacy.
It'll be interesting, that's for sure.
Katherine
First off, not everything was bad. Seeing Batman Begins and CB's fine male physique wasn't bad. Neither was seeing Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants for the second time. Or hanging out with my friends Rie and Coley.
But other than that, it's blown. Big time.
First off, on Tuesday, I arrive back at home to find out that my computer screen has blown. The comp part was fine, but lets face it, unless you can actually see the goings on, it's pretty much useless. I had to haul the aincient Tandy screen from our first computer out of the shop, (it's the only one we still have. That computer is so old, it has MS Dos on it. I think its from the early nineties. On a side note, I miss Super Munchers. Does anyone else remember that game? It's on our very old comp. I was tempted to haul that out of storage too, but it's really heavy, and I'm a lightweight.)
The moniter weighed about as much as a seven year old boy. And it worked for like an hour, before my finicky computer decided that it didn't want to be compatible to it anymore. I just got the new moniter today from the people at Dell, who were remarkably easy to get ahold of this time around. But then, last time when I had all the viruses because they are all liars over there, I spent two and a half weeks on the phone before being connected to a real person! So my six hours of waiting doesn't seem to bad in comparison.
I'm not sure if I like this new screen. It's still a flat screen, and black, and almost exactly like mine, except it's not. It's got the buttons on the wrong side, and it's base is completely different. Plus, there is a lot less edging around the screen. I know, it's a lot of petty stuff, but what can I say? I'm a nit picker who doesn't handle change well. At all. I got upset when Mills changed the recipe for the house dressing. (It was this amazing herb vinagarette, and now it's got this funky raspberry and mandarin orange thing going on. I don't like it.) I'll just have to get used to it, cuz they don't make my exact moniter anymore. They updated it. (Why does everyone have to change things? Why can't they just stay the same?)
So, I got up at 7am to get ready for Job #1. When I arrived, my boss told me that they didn't really have much for me to do, so I should feel free to leaf through a magazine or something while answering the phones. So I got paid for sitting at a desk and reading 204 pages of Girls in Pants for seven hours. I was really glad that I brought a book with me to read during my lunch hour. I only wish that I felt comfortable enough to write there. (I need to feel secure and free when I'm writing, and I'm not there yet with this place. I don't want people hanging about, milling around while I'm thinking of a good way to describe Tristan's rippling abs and muscular back, asking me what I'm writing about.)
Then, I run clear across two towns, (well, technically cities, as Bloomsburg is the only actual town in Pa) and a village to my house, throw on a pair of jeans and my new sparkly flip flops. (Tangerine. It's the closest I'll ever get to being able to wear orange.) Then, I run back out, drive across yet another village, to the Xings, to do inventory at the Zod.
We actually did really well. We had to redo a few things, but for the most part, all the scanning and counting of the merchendise ended up pretty accurate. (Mine was all right! Yay! Usually, I'm the one who always messes up one thing. But not too badly. Except that one time that I missed an entire pile of shirts, and my count came up 32 shirts too short. Or that time that I accidentally combined two sections, and ended up with 128 more polos than I should have had. Or that time I was doing back room inventory, and was on the rickety ladder, and nearly fell to my death when Matt hit the one leg with the door. )
Nor is a little freaked. She's waiting for the other shoe to drop. She thinks that something is going to go horribly wrong since everything went well now. I think it's just good Karma from that last nightmare of an inventory. We had 7 people working from other stores, and I swear, they didn't even have the most basic of counting skills. And scanning? If you can't count to 15, you definately lack the mental capacity to scan a barcode!
Coley and I went to Mickey D's afterwards and did a little bit of splurging. Got some chicken nuggets (no chicken head!) and fries. And then we discussed the 100 greatest movie quotes, which spawned into a full on commentary on the best parts of When Harry Met Sally, which somehow turned into the near word for word recitation of the Thanksgiving eppie of Friends where Rachel makes dessert for everyone, which then moved over to the episode with the Dollhouse. "I was just checking the shower massager"!
Now, I'm home. I'm catching up to all the things I've missed the last few days for about another half hour, and then, I'm crashing. One more day of work, and then one day off. Which actually isn't really a day off. I have to go to my cuz' Grad Party. This will be the first fam function since the Blog Debaucle of March, when I had to change my site url to protect my privacy.
It'll be interesting, that's for sure.
Katherine
posted by rosie4299 at 10:16 PM
3 Comments:
Oh, the drama! You've been a busy girl, sounds like. I understand your qualms with Dell and their constant updating of the product you just want a replica of. We went through it when my power supply died recently. Why do they bother giving it a product number if it's going to be obsolete in three months? Don't ask me.
That eppy of Friends was def. one of the best of the Thanksgiving eppies. I can instantly fall into tears seeing Ross saying "It tastes like feet!"
~a
I can't believe that you've been absent for so long. As long as you are alright (and eventually the writing at work becomes more comfortable. Trust me, I've done it a few times... only I skip the 'physical' descriptions until I get home).
Can you believe that Gone With the Wind got the numebr one spot? It should've been Outside Providence. "Sex is like a Chinese dinner. It ain't over 'til you both get your cookies." Loved that.
Ha to you getting Tanc's email. I got it, too. Figured he won't respond to it though since he's too busy being a TV star here in the states. LOL.
~M
I don't know, I'm holding out hope that I will work up the nerve to email him, and he'll answer, and then we'll start a humerous back and forth where he learns how fabulously witty I am, and then he falls madly in love with me. Then, I get that in with ASP, and can start working on phasing Logan out, and finageling Tristan back in...
*insert evil plan laugh here*
K
Oh, and that was my favorite Thanksgiving eppie of Friends, followed for a very, very close second to the one with Brad Pitt... don't we all wish that he had taken of his shirt when Pheebs asked?
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