Baddaybaddaybaddaybadday...!

And it started off well, too. Until I left home.

I got nailed by a cop for expired registration, not having my current insurance information with me and a cracked windshield.

I'm driving the POS truck. Cop had ran the plates and wondered where I was going - he said as much! Everything still had the Ontario address on them - well, yeah. Paying the registration, changing the addresses and so forth was a task for the next couple of weeks. I can take one day off to do it all, as I have to renew my license too. But nooooo, I have to do it now because he had a quota to meet. Or something. Less than a block down the road after he finished with me, he'd tagged someone else. You go, Joe. *rolls eyes*

So now I have a court date in late October. For a fix-it ticket and a fine of less than $10. Whatever.

So I get to work. Not in the best frames of mind. Wouldn't have mattered much, everything was pimped over. We'd migrated to a new server over the weekend - remember? It's turned into a huge bug hunt - just how many I found today was bad enough. They're all mission critical, terribly time consuming to resolve...and none of them fixed by the end of the day. I have a long list (and getting longer) of automated tasks that are now being done by hand. Why? Because a software vendor knows they can get away with it - and I swear, we're paying a maintenance contract just to become their beta testers!

Boss is going to have words with them tomorrow. Me, I hope nothing else breaks.

They rode me hard and put me away wet, Mommy.

Dumb stuff. Stupidly dumb stuff. No documentation. When some arrives, it doesn't match what we've been given during the tech support calls. And doesn't work.

The best part is we waited two years for this upgrade. *rolls eyes*

I'm so glad I brought lunch. Otherwise, I wouldn't have gotten anything. *snarls*

I expect more tomorrow. I am carrying the citation with me everywhere I drive the POS.

But it gets better. Mom calls me this morning - I needed to verify if she was turning 80 next year or not. Turns out not, she'll only be 79. So my plans for a huge family reunion will have to wait another year. I'd talked to Sis about it - she wants to do it in Hawaii.

uuuuuuh sure.

But Mom was talking about shoes. My absolutely-good-for-nothing-waste-of-space nephew needs shoes. It's a weak moment. I say sure, and call my older brother. The one who lives in close proximity to silverkun and crew. A supremely weak moment. I tell him I plan to be in the area in December. I also obtain the phone number to dingleberry-dumbshit nephew's twin brother in Redding. I make a command decision. If I am going to do jack shit for this idiot who treats my older brother like meadow muffins, I am going to do it for all of his siblings first. Whether they need it or not. Ug, I have spoken.

I am such an idiot. I have now talked myself into the shoe order from hell.

I adore my older brother.

As much as I distrust women - and I keep getting reminded why when I deal with Sis - there are few times when my older brother gives me nothing but the warm fuzzies. I needed warm fuzzies today and got them. He was working late when I called him at his office - so was I - and he actually sounded excited about Dickensfair, which has to be a new one. And he asked after Jim, which pleases me.

I also spoke to Sis too. *shakes head* More surgery tomorrow. All that silicone oil left a huge cataract they are taking out tomorrow, replacing with an IOL - but the last sonogram showed some lifting of the retina. But at least she told me herself without me prompting or getting it around the bush from Mom. She's looking forward to the Versed. I would be too. This is the part I don't rationalize well. You do your time. You're a good, obedient patient and you do the work. This shouldn't be like playing the lottery to see if you get what you came for - okay?

But it is. Cross your fingers and think good thoughts. Not much else has worked right today.

I need to call home and talk to little brother. Just because.

I've been fed, fetted and given chocolate and toys to play with. I'm okay.

I am also so tired and angry over everything I could cry right now. That, or claw your eyes out. If you're the software company.

Good thing I wasn't going to AWA - I'd have been called back for this crap. It's narsty. Soooooooo narsty.

Someone have a good time for me, willya?

Baddaybaddaybaddaybadday...!

And it started off well, too. Until I left home.

I got nailed by a cop for expired registration, not having my current insurance information with me and a cracked windshield.

I'm driving the POS truck. Cop had ran the plates and wondered where I was going - he said as much! Everything still had the Ontario address on them - well, yeah. Paying the registration, changing the addresses and so forth was a task for the next couple of weeks. I can take one day off to do it all, as I have to renew my license too. But nooooo, I have to do it now because he had a quota to meet. Or something. Less than a block down the road after he finished with me, he'd tagged someone else. You go, Joe. *rolls eyes*

So now I have a court date in late October. For a fix-it ticket and a fine of less than $10. Whatever.

So I get to work. Not in the best frames of mind. Wouldn't have mattered much, everything was pimped over. We'd migrated to a new server over the weekend - remember? It's turned into a huge bug hunt - just how many I found today was bad enough. They're all mission critical, terribly time consuming to resolve...and none of them fixed by the end of the day. I have a long list (and getting longer) of automated tasks that are now being done by hand. Why? Because a software vendor knows they can get away with it - and I swear, we're paying a maintenance contract just to become their beta testers!

Boss is going to have words with them tomorrow. Me, I hope nothing else breaks.

They rode me hard and put me away wet, Mommy.

Dumb stuff. Stupidly dumb stuff. No documentation. When some arrives, it doesn't match what we've been given during the tech support calls. And doesn't work.

The best part is we waited two years for this upgrade. *rolls eyes*

I'm so glad I brought lunch. Otherwise, I wouldn't have gotten anything. *snarls*

I expect more tomorrow. I am carrying the citation with me everywhere I drive the POS.

But it gets better. Mom calls me this morning - I needed to verify if she was turning 80 next year or not. Turns out not, she'll only be 79. So my plans for a huge family reunion will have to wait another year. I'd talked to Sis about it - she wants to do it in Hawaii.

uuuuuuh sure.

But Mom was talking about shoes. My absolutely-good-for-nothing-waste-of-space nephew needs shoes. It's a weak moment. I say sure, and call my older brother. The one who lives in close proximity to silverkun and crew. A supremely weak moment. I tell him I plan to be in the area in December. I also obtain the phone number to dingleberry-dumbshit nephew's twin brother in Redding. I make a command decision. If I am going to do jack shit for this idiot who treats my older brother like meadow muffins, I am going to do it for all of his siblings first. Whether they need it or not. Ug, I have spoken.

I am such an idiot. I have now talked myself into the shoe order from hell.

I adore my older brother.

As much as I distrust women - and I keep getting reminded why when I deal with Sis - there are few times when my older brother gives me nothing but the warm fuzzies. I needed warm fuzzies today and got them. He was working late when I called him at his office - so was I - and he actually sounded excited about Dickensfair, which has to be a new one. And he asked after Jim, which pleases me.

I also spoke to Sis too. *shakes head* More surgery tomorrow. All that silicone oil left a huge cataract they are taking out tomorrow, replacing with an IOL - but the last sonogram showed some lifting of the retina. But at least she told me herself without me prompting or getting it around the bush from Mom. She's looking forward to the Versed. I would be too. This is the part I don't rationalize well. You do your time. You're a good, obedient patient and you do the work. This shouldn't be like playing the lottery to see if you get what you came for - okay?

But it is. Cross your fingers and think good thoughts. Not much else has worked right today.

I need to call home and talk to little brother. Just because.

I've been fed, fetted and given chocolate and toys to play with. I'm okay.

I am also so tired and angry over everything I could cry right now. That, or claw your eyes out. If you're the software company.

Good thing I wasn't going to AWA - I'd have been called back for this crap. It's narsty. Soooooooo narsty.

Someone have a good time for me, willya?

Baddaybaddaybaddaybadday...!

And it started off well, too. Until I left home.

I got nailed by a cop for expired registration, not having my current insurance information with me and a cracked windshield.

I'm driving the POS truck. Cop had ran the plates and wondered where I was going - he said as much! Everything still had the Ontario address on them - well, yeah. Paying the registration, changing the addresses and so forth was a task for the next couple of weeks. I can take one day off to do it all, as I have to renew my license too. But nooooo, I have to do it now because he had a quota to meet. Or something. Less than a block down the road after he finished with me, he'd tagged someone else. You go, Joe. *rolls eyes*

So now I have a court date in late October. For a fix-it ticket and a fine of less than $10. Whatever.

So I get to work. Not in the best frames of mind. Wouldn't have mattered much, everything was pimped over. We'd migrated to a new server over the weekend - remember? It's turned into a huge bug hunt - just how many I found today was bad enough. They're all mission critical, terribly time consuming to resolve...and none of them fixed by the end of the day. I have a long list (and getting longer) of automated tasks that are now being done by hand. Why? Because a software vendor knows they can get away with it - and I swear, we're paying a maintenance contract just to become their beta testers!

Boss is going to have words with them tomorrow. Me, I hope nothing else breaks.

They rode me hard and put me away wet, Mommy.

Dumb stuff. Stupidly dumb stuff. No documentation. When some arrives, it doesn't match what we've been given during the tech support calls. And doesn't work.

The best part is we waited two years for this upgrade. *rolls eyes*

I'm so glad I brought lunch. Otherwise, I wouldn't have gotten anything. *snarls*

I expect more tomorrow. I am carrying the citation with me everywhere I drive the POS.

But it gets better. Mom calls me this morning - I needed to verify if she was turning 80 next year or not. Turns out not, she'll only be 79. So my plans for a huge family reunion will have to wait another year. I'd talked to Sis about it - she wants to do it in Hawaii.

uuuuuuh sure.

But Mom was talking about shoes. My absolutely-good-for-nothing-waste-of-space nephew needs shoes. It's a weak moment. I say sure, and call my older brother. The one who lives in close proximity to silverkun and crew. A supremely weak moment. I tell him I plan to be in the area in December. I also obtain the phone number to dingleberry-dumbshit nephew's twin brother in Redding. I make a command decision. If I am going to do jack shit for this idiot who treats my older brother like meadow muffins, I am going to do it for all of his siblings first. Whether they need it or not. Ug, I have spoken.

I am such an idiot. I have now talked myself into the shoe order from hell.

I adore my older brother.

As much as I distrust women - and I keep getting reminded why when I deal with Sis - there are few times when my older brother gives me nothing but the warm fuzzies. I needed warm fuzzies today and got them. He was working late when I called him at his office - so was I - and he actually sounded excited about Dickensfair, which has to be a new one. And he asked after Jim, which pleases me.

I also spoke to Sis too. *shakes head* More surgery tomorrow. All that silicone oil left a huge cataract they are taking out tomorrow, replacing with an IOL - but the last sonogram showed some lifting of the retina. But at least she told me herself without me prompting or getting it around the bush from Mom. She's looking forward to the Versed. I would be too. This is the part I don't rationalize well. You do your time. You're a good, obedient patient and you do the work. This shouldn't be like playing the lottery to see if you get what you came for - okay?

But it is. Cross your fingers and think good thoughts. Not much else has worked right today.

I need to call home and talk to little brother. Just because.

I've been fed, fetted and given chocolate and toys to play with. I'm okay.

I am also so tired and angry over everything I could cry right now. That, or claw your eyes out. If you're the software company.

Good thing I wasn't going to AWA - I'd have been called back for this crap. It's narsty. Soooooooo narsty.

Someone have a good time for me, willya?

Okay, that's enough -

I'm cool.

Until I look down and notice my left hand is clenched in a fist, I am. *whooosh*

Oh, it was a very bad day.

I think this Unitarian thing has some merit to it - if both me and beetiger can be in the same church together after the religious upbringing we both had -

Rosh Hashanah. I remember nights at Cedars-Sinai with Cliff in ICU (various ones...PICU, CICU....) and the blue carnations they gave everyone there. It's that time again already?

Is it me or has Evil Asian Mommie syndrome hit lately? ass_ is well, being an ass. I strongly suspect most of the pertinent posts are locked down, but he's not the only one this week. Would love to just get my hands on him and shake him senseless - then lock up the house and sit him down with a legal pad, pencil and the ABCS of retraining yourself out of the shit your parents handed you with the guilty stick. My friend Dianne up in Auburn has had to deal with the Evil Asian Daddie this week (Irish redhead marries HK-born Chinese lawyer) who gave them the means for a downpayment on a house for their wedding present two years ago. He arrived this week demanding they drop everything and pick out a house. He's waited long enough, by jingo! Dianne is dealing with a sinus infection (102 degree fever and big gun antibiotics) plus her job. They've also found a house, gotten the loan approved - all five blocks from where they live now. It's amazing. She was *livid.*

bitpig is making me shake my head - "I admire your argument, even if you're wrong." Huh? Baby, if you're wrong and I say you are - it will only be when I can go point by point as to how you are wrong. Nobody is just "wrong" because they disagree with you. Is there anyone left out of there of a conservative nature paying attention to anything but which way the wind is blowing from? It's a whole lot larger than us vs. them, these days. This continues to irk me. He's on my friends list because he is incredibly bright - but I think I bumped heads with him on other forums. We don't always agree - *chuckles* We don't have to - it's not required. Dude, it's not just PC to disagree - it makes long-term sense. If you want to coax people over to your method, you can't hit them over the head with the "you suck!" mallet. "I admire your argument, even if I disagree with it - and this is why --"

skip=360

That's enough. My journal, my opinions. You know the old saying about opinions.

Opinion are like assholes; everyone has one, and sooner or later, they all stink.

Okay, that's enough -

I'm cool.

Until I look down and notice my left hand is clenched in a fist, I am. *whooosh*

Oh, it was a very bad day.

I think this Unitarian thing has some merit to it - if both me and beetiger can be in the same church together after the religious upbringing we both had -

Rosh Hashanah. I remember nights at Cedars-Sinai with Cliff in ICU (various ones...PICU, CICU....) and the blue carnations they gave everyone there. It's that time again already?

Is it me or has Evil Asian Mommie syndrome hit lately? ass_ is well, being an ass. I strongly suspect most of the pertinent posts are locked down, but he's not the only one this week. Would love to just get my hands on him and shake him senseless - then lock up the house and sit him down with a legal pad, pencil and the ABCS of retraining yourself out of the shit your parents handed you with the guilty stick. My friend Dianne up in Auburn has had to deal with the Evil Asian Daddie this week (Irish redhead marries HK-born Chinese lawyer) who gave them the means for a downpayment on a house for their wedding present two years ago. He arrived this week demanding they drop everything and pick out a house. He's waited long enough, by jingo! Dianne is dealing with a sinus infection (102 degree fever and big gun antibiotics) plus her job. They've also found a house, gotten the loan approved - all five blocks from where they live now. It's amazing. She was *livid.*

bitpig is making me shake my head - "I admire your argument, even if you're wrong." Huh? Baby, if you're wrong and I say you are - it will only be when I can go point by point as to how you are wrong. Nobody is just "wrong" because they disagree with you. Is there anyone left out of there of a conservative nature paying attention to anything but which way the wind is blowing from? It's a whole lot larger than us vs. them, these days. This continues to irk me. He's on my friends list because he is incredibly bright - but I think I bumped heads with him on other forums. We don't always agree - *chuckles* We don't have to - it's not required. Dude, it's not just PC to disagree - it makes long-term sense. If you want to coax people over to your method, you can't hit them over the head with the "you suck!" mallet. "I admire your argument, even if I disagree with it - and this is why --"

skip=360

That's enough. My journal, my opinions. You know the old saying about opinions.

Opinion are like assholes; everyone has one, and sooner or later, they all stink.

Okay, that's enough -

I'm cool.

Until I look down and notice my left hand is clenched in a fist, I am. *whooosh*

Oh, it was a very bad day.

I think this Unitarian thing has some merit to it - if both me and beetiger can be in the same church together after the religious upbringing we both had -

Rosh Hashanah. I remember nights at Cedars-Sinai with Cliff in ICU (various ones...PICU, CICU....) and the blue carnations they gave everyone there. It's that time again already?

Is it me or has Evil Asian Mommie syndrome hit lately? ass_ is well, being an ass. I strongly suspect most of the pertinent posts are locked down, but he's not the only one this week. Would love to just get my hands on him and shake him senseless - then lock up the house and sit him down with a legal pad, pencil and the ABCS of retraining yourself out of the shit your parents handed you with the guilty stick. My friend Dianne up in Auburn has had to deal with the Evil Asian Daddie this week (Irish redhead marries HK-born Chinese lawyer) who gave them the means for a downpayment on a house for their wedding present two years ago. He arrived this week demanding they drop everything and pick out a house. He's waited long enough, by jingo! Dianne is dealing with a sinus infection (102 degree fever and big gun antibiotics) plus her job. They've also found a house, gotten the loan approved - all five blocks from where they live now. It's amazing. She was *livid.*

bitpig is making me shake my head - "I admire your argument, even if you're wrong." Huh? Baby, if you're wrong and I say you are - it will only be when I can go point by point as to how you are wrong. Nobody is just "wrong" because they disagree with you. Is there anyone left out of there of a conservative nature paying attention to anything but which way the wind is blowing from? It's a whole lot larger than us vs. them, these days. This continues to irk me. He's on my friends list because he is incredibly bright - but I think I bumped heads with him on other forums. We don't always agree - *chuckles* We don't have to - it's not required. Dude, it's not just PC to disagree - it makes long-term sense. If you want to coax people over to your method, you can't hit them over the head with the "you suck!" mallet. "I admire your argument, even if I disagree with it - and this is why --"

skip=360

That's enough. My journal, my opinions. You know the old saying about opinions.

Opinion are like assholes; everyone has one, and sooner or later, they all stink.