- Monday, February 12, 2007
February Writing Challenge, Week II
When Cody proposed this FebNoWriMo, I had assumed he was naming it that intentionally -- (if you don't know what I am referring to see the comments on the previous post). I've been reading 90% true for some time now and I've always considered Cody to be an exceptional writer. So it never occured to me that dubbing the challenge FebNoWriMo was anything but creativity on his part.I have been pondering various writing topics and while I have had many ideas, I have not dedicated any time to actually posting any of them. Some of the topics include this guy I work with - whom annoys me in many ways.
Most recently, he came into work half an hour late. There was an accident on the freeway, which snarled traffic for at least two hours. He waltzed into work and announced that he had driven the entire way on the shoulder of the freeway.
I looked at him and let him know that people like him are the reasons there are accidents and delays in the first place. Because people have to let assholes like him in once he gets to the front of the line. I also told him that I intentionally move over so people like him are blocked and cannot get past.
Later in the week, I saw a McDonald's cup sitting on the ground next to his car. I asked him if it was his and he said yes.
"GO PICK IT UP" I said. and he would not. So I walked out to get it, brought it in and set it on his desk, right in the middle of his paper work.
Moron.
- 277 words in this post...
Labels: FebNoWriMo, idiots, personal
pero @ 9:44 PM | œ | 0 comments
The Reason SOME People Can Never Find Things On-Line.
While shopping at BEST BUY, I was looking at (what I want) Sony Grand WEGA 70" 1080p Rear-Projection SXRD XBR HDTV Model: KDS-R70XBR2, I was approached by a goofy looking sales guy. He attempted to make small talk about the TV without actually telling me much about it, saying things like, "That's some picture, huh?" and "Big, ain't it?"He finally got around to making the assumption that I was there to BUY today, and he started to mention the (numerous) features this particular model; and he stated that the one on display did not have the side-mount speakers attached. I asked how big the speakers were and he said that he did not have a picture of it, but oh hey, there is probably one on the internet if I wanted to see it.
I followed him to the back of the TV sales floor and looked around at the other TVs while he looked around the internet. The browser opened to the YAHOO main page. Goofy sales guy typed "Best Buy" into the Search box.
His search results yielded a page full of links - all pointing to BEST BUY DOT COM. (Wow. That's Amazing!) He clicked the first one. From there, he putzed around, viewing menu after menu, attempting to find the model by clicking around the site-- rather than simply entering the Model Number directly into the significantly visible "Search For" form located towards the top of the site. Nearly ten minutes later, he had the correct model displayed on the computer's small screen.
In order to create this post, I followed his path (including the YAHOO-portion of his search. (I wanted to time this process and compare it to his) and clicked around until I landed on the correct Model, size, and type of television. Using this method, it still took me (significantly) less than half the amount of time it took him; and I didn't remember the model #.
Labels: big televsions, computers, idiots, shopping
pero @ 7:08 PM | œ | 0 comments
What I Learned this Memorial Day Weekend
Multiple Choice Quiz (check all that apply)
x =As I finished working my double shift, I was invited to a friend's home for a Memorial Day Cookout. I felt deserving of some time to kick back and actually visit with persons in my age group and I agreed to join them. My plan was initially to stay for a beer and maybe a little food and then after an hour / hour and a half tops, head back home to sleep. Halfway into my first beer (yes, I did stay longer than orignally planned) two women from up the street appeared, and then the small get-together started to look like a party. A phone call was made, another couple showed up. A husband of one of the two women soon joined us, with two more kids. I ate alot of food, visited and felt relaxed for a change. It was good fun, the type holidays are supposed to bring to mind.
(*) A. Some burned food.
(*) B. Burned fingers.
(*) C. Mostly good food, not enough ICE.
(*) D. Good food, fight over basketball game.
The other thing I learned is, working a doubleshift, then drinking beer and eating a LOT of heavy food... causes cryptic dreams that one can only remember in fragments. In one, I was sitting in a room of a friend from high school (at his parent's home as it was then). We had all just been out in the neighborhood, and my friend and his other buddies (I did not know them) had killed a guy. They were sitting around getting their story straight and had threatened to kill me if I ratted them out.
In the other, I was cooking chicken seasoned with coffee grounds.
Labels: Dreams, food, idiots, people
pero @ 1:57 PM | œ | 0 comments
This is for all of my 'friends' who call me and ask me to come fix their computers on a regular basis.
Thank you for calling Pero's Technical Support. Apparently I am now available as early as 6: 30 a.m. on a Sunday.
Call me when you know I have the day off and start talking the moment I grumble a very tired, obviously annoyed, "hello." Act surprised at the expression in my voice, and ask me "Did I wake you up? Weren't you going to get an early start today?", since it is not your fault that you weren't listening when I sat at your house last night and stated that I was going to sleep until ten then get up and go to the pharmacy and run other errands.Ask me when I plan to "come over to fix this"; then start ranting [loudly], about lights that are out, and how the other lights are working before you even give a me some idea of what lights you are talking about. Don't bother to ask me if I'm coherant enough to help you trouble shoot your cable modem.
I am here to serve you. Completely Free of Charge, on my own time.
I am your primary support provider, even though it makes more sense to try to at least call the cable company to see if they report any areas being without service. Don't worry about that phone number they gave you on their booklets that came with your cable modem and service troubleshooting guide.
I will gladly get out of bed three hours before the time I had planned to, walk down the hall to the room where network is and look at my modem to tell you that I also have no signal.
I'm more than happy to remind you [four times] that I can hear you fine and ask you to keep yelling into the phone anyway. Please, continue to speak loudly, despite the fact that I mentioned that this telephone is loud and has no volume control. Keep coughing into the receiver, so it ampiflies enough that I am now holding the phone eight inches from my head; for the moment despising you for disturbing what little sleep I had managed to get since I crawled into bed at two thirty this morning.
Be assured that I'll kindly report that once I eat breakfast and shower I'll stop by before doing any of the stuff that was on my list that I needed to do. Your needs come before mine. You are the only thing that matters in my world. I wouldn't dream of leaving you stranded without the internet on a Sunday, being forced to sit around spending time with your husband and kid. I would never want you to go through that.
Most of all, thank you for letting me spend the morning working on your system rather than spending it with my child.
Of course, I cannot post this at this time. I don't have a cable connection either. Thank you so much for calling and waking me up on the one day I didn't have to get up before nine.
Thank you for calling Pero's Technical Assistance. It is now six thirty in the morning on Sunday. How may I help you?
pero @ 2:44 PM | œ | 0 comments
