January 10th, 2007
Battle Ground
I'm at war with my ipod. It's winning.
The iPod won the battle. I hope that's all. I had to reset the bugger without backing up all my other stuff. Dumb me. I didn't realize it and I didn't have a enough CD's so I lost a lot of stuff that I purchased. Fortunately I had watched the stuff to death so I didn't really need it. But reloading everything else -- well I'm more selective this time. Still have to back up the new crap I purchased. Shoulda bought the Zen when I had the chance although no doubt it has problems of its own. Like I would rather donate my organs to iTunes rather than Napster.
Could life be any more boring.
The strangest character is a temp who is sitting at the typewriter cursing. I have to deal with it because she's less than 10 feet from me. She hates my guts for an insane reason. A few weeks ago someone in the office was hosting a cat show. She wanted to go, I kind of wanted to go. She said if she was going she'd call me by Saturday night. Saturday night came and went. On Sunday night I happened to check my cell phone (which is usually charging on weekends if I'm home) and Ms. Stupid called me at 8:00 a.m. on Sunday morning. The next time I saw her I said I was sorry I hadn't called back but I got the message on Sunday night and I hadn't expected her to call because she said she would call by Saturday. Ms. Looney Toon said 'I NEVER SAID ANY SUCH THING!!!" So now she doesn't speak to me. She glares at me, she glowers at me. She huffs and puffs. Her stuff was on top of my printer and I had the audacity to print and as I tried to hand her her stuff she snatched it away from me like I had done something wrong. I'm hoping that the typewriter will break as she's typing. Only problem is that the guys l work for lease the space so I'd have to call the repairman. Small price to pay. I can't wait to get out of here today.