Nekkid, Clueless and Feelin' Good: March 13, 2001

Tuesday,
March 13, 2001

Well, this isn't good

Remember that new car I bought not two weeks ago? The spandy red one with the manual transmission and sporty stylings? Have I mentioned that I think it's been showing the Engine Check light ever since I picked it up?

Arrgh. I called the service department and talked to them about it -- they said that it was probably something minor with the gas lines, and I should just bring it on in tomorrow morning at 7:00 am so they could take a look at it.

Um, 7:00 am? As in, be there with a bright and shining face by 7:00 am in the morning? What do I look like, a rooster?

Scratch that - they couldn't see me over the phone, after all. And now that I've been downgraded from a Customer (with all the perquisite respect) to an Owner (someone who calls up with silly complaints about the car spewing smoke or flashing emergency lights), I'm not surprised about the 7:00 am thing. If they're going to be miserable at that time of the morning, might as well spread it around, right?

Oy. And in addition to such early morning joys, the Weather Girl is heading off to Acapulco next week for a big TBS forum, so we need to get a shitload of documents ready and printed by Friday. Which is going to mean a shitload of hours sweating over the keyboard, then staying late so that I can get access to the printer without worrying about Rita Von Streakyhair printing out her bloody emails (which are supposed to be printed on the black and white printer. Does she want to use the black and white printer? Oh, no -- that would be much too accomodating. But I digress).

I must say, I'm glad WG's getting to go -- I know she was looking forward to a week in Acapulco, and Boombah knows she deserves the treat after all the work she's been doing for Thunder lo these past few months. But getting all the datasheets printed and ready can only be done after everyone (like Rita Von Streakyhair) leaves for the day so that I can print them on card stock (without worrying that someone else is using the stock in the printer), then flip them so that we can add contact info on the other side (since the fukaktah printer won't print doublesided, dammit).

In short, it's gonna be a pig of a job. But it's gotta be done, and we can't even schlepp it off to Kinko's because we're on this big cost-cutting drive. So Yours Truly will be padding around the office barefoot at ridiculous hours of the night this week, singing DMB tunes and swearing to herself when she realizes she forgot to put the paper in the printer the right way.

Yeah, I'll be a good girl. Maybe next time, I'll get to go to Acapulco, too.

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