Does snot have calories? I’ve been swallowing an awful lot of it the last few days and I’m wondering if it is hampering my efforts at losing some of the extra ass I have.
I really need to be Holly Homemaker this weekend. Our living room has gone to seed. All of the shopping I’ve done in the past three weeks lies unappreciated in the original bags. I had to wear socks I found at the base of my dresser this morning. They might have been errant socks, fallen or possibly trying to escape from my messy sock drawer OR they might have been ones I had worn last week. I’m trying not to think about it too much.
Esteban, on the other hand, has managed to come out of the housework slump he’s been in. For the first time in probably two months, we have clean dishes of all varieties. I grabbed a large serving spoon off the clean dish pile last night, planning to eat my Fat Free Jell-O Pudding with it when Esteban stopped me and said ‘There’s more spoons in the drawer, you know.’ I couldn’t stop myself from saying ‘Wow! How novel!’ which he took great offense to but also had to admit that it was true. We have glasses too. And knives. And you can see the top of our stove. It’s all so very strange.
I wish I had a digital camera. I would take a picture.
I spent over an hour and a half on a phone call with a man who was so stupid he should not have been allowed to own a computer.
An except from my journal entry of the troubleshooting I did.
Says he desperately needs his spreadsheet updated. Warns me that I’m working with the handicapped.
Walked him through getting his custom items. Explained how to attach a file to his email. Explained how to right click his mouse.
ARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
He chewed gum the entire time.
I think I’m turning into one of those computer people who hate all users. After that call, my brows are permanently furrowed and I can feel stress in the form of a horizontal wrinkle on my forehead. It is now so large you could serve chip dip from it. Maybe a nice spicy picante.
I call it The Stress Crevice.
Hello, you have received Technical Support. Press 1 if you’re chewing gum. Press 2 if you are a complete idiot. Press 3 if you plan to carry on a conversation with someone else about where you’re going to lunch while expecting us to solve your problem.
It really needs to be 5:00 soon or my face will possibly implode upon itself. This entry is so unfunny that I’m just going to end it right now.
