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kaigou1. Payroll calling me about filing insurance paperwork by EOD today. See #2.
2. The cable modem died last night in the wee hours.
3. Payroll calling to tell me to fax it, then. No landline. See also #2.
4. Two conference calls, and two deadlines tomorrow.
5. Coworker asking if I'll email the doc. See also #2.
6. Seventeen minutes and thirty-eight seconds on hold. See also #2.
7. I require chocolate. See all of the above.
8. An 18-yr old twit who not only said, "and that will open the black box," (to which I said, "ah, yes, more often known as the command line,") but also insisted on spelling out config and telling me what it meant. Listen, honey, I was fucking configging while your parents were still making eyes at each other in sophomore-year History class, got that?
Strangely, all that, before eleven in the morning..and I didn't even have a chance for caffeine before it'd all begun. So by the time I realized payroll's insurance form had squeaked in before the modem died last night, I was already beyond caring when I read through the one-page PDF. The usual, this info, that info, blah blah blah, until... If your last name is different from your spouse's, please explain.
Seriously, what the fuck?
I am sorely tempted to write, because we're not from Kentucky.
2. The cable modem died last night in the wee hours.
3. Payroll calling to tell me to fax it, then. No landline. See also #2.
4. Two conference calls, and two deadlines tomorrow.
5. Coworker asking if I'll email the doc. See also #2.
6. Seventeen minutes and thirty-eight seconds on hold. See also #2.
7. I require chocolate. See all of the above.
8. An 18-yr old twit who not only said, "and that will open the black box," (to which I said, "ah, yes, more often known as the command line,") but also insisted on spelling out config and telling me what it meant. Listen, honey, I was fucking configging while your parents were still making eyes at each other in sophomore-year History class, got that?
Strangely, all that, before eleven in the morning..and I didn't even have a chance for caffeine before it'd all begun. So by the time I realized payroll's insurance form had squeaked in before the modem died last night, I was already beyond caring when I read through the one-page PDF. The usual, this info, that info, blah blah blah, until... If your last name is different from your spouse's, please explain.
Seriously, what the fuck?
I am sorely tempted to write, because we're not from Kentucky.