Buffy ,'Get It Done'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
oh, mother goddess, he's back. The moron I put in two extra hours with last night wherein he installed everything wrong, he just came in asking for the location of the settings for his network connections. And he's already spent three hours with two other techs today.
And then he said, "Never mind, I found it, you just have to right click on the .xml file and edit the path. Bye!"
no, no, no . . . morons should not edit settings files on their own . . . I will not spend more time on this idiot!
tom bihn bags -- made in seattle - The first bag that seems to do everything for DH. And there are brenthaven backpacks and 3 or 4 other old laptop bags around.
and don't all the stupid people know it is friday, and no one cares anymore?
and don't all the stupid people know it is friday, and no one cares anymore?
God knows I don't. And it's now close enough to quittin' time that I don't have to talk to anyone else. (Which does not mean that I didn't turn off my incoming channel fifteen minutes ago to avoid the horror that is that customer. I'm going to blame it on the PMS.)
I'm having trouble resisting bidding on the last purse in your links, JZ.
ION, I am experimenting to see how many margaritas it takes for either my back not hurting anymore or my not caring that my back is still hurting.
More Bush administration legacy:
A federal arbitrator ruled in March that an employer had, for years, "willfully" violated the Fair Labor Standards Act in exploiting workers by failing to pay overtime. The guilty employer: the U.S. Equal Employment Opportunity Commission. >[Washington Post, 3-31-09]
(from News of the Weird)
There are two cop cars here talking to my upstairs neighbors. I don't know why they are here, but I don't like it.
Oooo...that's not good, sj. I hope it's nothing serious.
I wouldn't put anything past the idiot teenager upstairs, who you might all remember from the got locked out and kicked in the door incident. TCG and I are now doing a very quiet chant of, "We want a house".
Oh, goodness.
I think I heard the officer say the word, "shots" as he was coming back downstairs. I'm going to pretend I didn't. The ex husband is here, which is never a good sign, and it does seem to have something to do with the teenager. Everyone is quietly talking and there is no yelling or arresting, so I'm going to go la la la and pretend it's all fine.
ETA: The cops have left, and I'll be calling my landlord in the morning just to give him a heads up.