Amanda is a born columnist. Somebody syndicate her now, please.
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I’ll tell you what sucks.
What sucks is falling asleep on the bus to work, which I intended to happen, and waking up with a big drool-blot on the front of my shirt, which I did not.
Overheard in an office nearby:
“Yeah, and then I’ll dial into the application over the web.”
Difficult, but not impossible, I guess.
While on hold with the cable company for half an hour last night:
“Hit a home run with Insight’s Double and Triple Play deals!”
Okay, now that’s impossible.
Okay, one more nitpick. From Jon:
“… a Danville Cracker Barrel restaurant has been unwittingly selling postcards of Louisville’s skyline, emblazoned with ‘Lexington.'”
Danville: Home to Centre College. Host of a 2004 Presidential Debate. Thanks, Danville. Danville.
No presentation this morning–the CEO had appendicitis this weekend! (And I got a hernia!) He’s fine, though, so it’s just rescheduled for a week later.
I bought a TV yesterday, although I ended up choosing brand reliability over a flat screen and got a Phillips. We still don’t have cable at home, but I do have an XBox and a brand-new high-definition AV pack, and now–no offense, TARC–me and S-Video are best friends.
Speaking of TARC, the same bus I’d been taking from the old apartment actually comes right by the new apartment, which is convenient to the point of suspicion. I have to get up earlier, but I also get to nap on the bus now. Coming soon: sleepy Brendan misses his stop and ends up hitching back from Indiana.
We spent all of yesterday moving the entire world from Richmond and my old apartment into the new apartment with Maria. My forearms are killing me, and our living room is choked with stuff, but my room actually looks fairly good and my bookshelf is full.
I literally did move everything I own this time; I no longer have any possessions in Richmond, and only a few boxes in storage. There was a big ordeal with getting a moving truck (notice: when U-Haul says “your reservation is confirmed,” what they actually mean is “eat a fuck, shitbrains”), but Ian’s roommate’s family had one that was bigger than what they needed and they were kind enough to help.
So it all worked out eventually, but the process took so long that it was 2030 hrs by the time Mom could head back home. Needless to say, it was also a little late for me to go home and pick up the half-day of work I’d wanted. That’s why I’m in the office alone on a Saturday, putting together my presentation for the CEO ‘n’ company on Monday morning. The fact that I’m in the office is in turn the only reason I can post this, since we have no interweb at home for the moment.
Why isn’t there some source of free crappy broadcast interweb, like there is with TV? Ad-supported. Big networks. Come on, it would be so convenient for people who just moved in.
Also, why not make cell phone rings work like my cell phone’s alarm? It starts off by vibrating, then gradually makes its beeping louder and louder until you wake up. It obviously isn’t hard to do, and that would give you a little notice so you could go for the phone before it just jumped in at the same annoying volume immediately. I hate cell phones. I love my cell phone.
Probably no more activity until Monday at the soonest (although of course I make all my posts from work now anyway).