Thursday, Sept. 08, 2005 - 10:56 a.m.
Cost of the War in Iraq
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Computer Schmozzles Steal My Sleep
The doorbell rang at 9:30 am, about three and a half hours after I went to bed. It was the computer guy with my new computer. Big surprise there, since I hadn't heard a thing since telling his boss I wanted to buy the G4 early last week. In fact I had left a message last night on his answering machine saying "excuse me, I need to upgrade my computer, and I haven't had a call to arrange an appointment since we spoke over a week ago".
The computer guy tells me "oh, my boss said he confirmed Thursday morning with you".
Strange since his boss doesn't do the work himself, but gets computer guy to do it, and THUS had said "ok, glad you decided to get the puter, computer guy will call you and arrange an appointment", which is certainly not the same as "how is thursday next?" or even "I'll get back to you about an appointment time".
So yeah. Big surprise. I had a book in my scanner. 6 months of paperwork, notes etc on my computer top, my computer open to things I need to reply to in the morning when I got up etc. No new furniture or spot cleared on the floor to put the new tower harddrive instead of the desktop model I have now. etc etc etc.
But then I thought, well, if he can put it in while I sleep, when I get up it will be done.
So I let him in, cleaned off the top of the puter (ok it is all in a pile on the desk now where I need to work) etc etc.
And am ready to go back to bed when he says "oh, I forgot about the printer, and your wacom tablet" I am like huh? He is like well, I remembered you have a scanner so I made sure I could plug in the scanner. Your printer and wacom aren't compatible with this computer. I'll have to get you a new printer. ACK. More $$ AND no, I cannot right now, without notice, have no printer. I would have printed out things I need printed out if I knew this would happen.
"maybe I can come back this afternoon".
Um, no, I need to run around and then get tons of work done when I get up. If i had had notice I might have rearranged my week differently. I have deadlines.
So ack ack ack.
So, now we are where we should have been 9 days ago. Looking at my agenda and making an appointment for NOT 9:30 am, looking at just WHAT I need for peripherals and connections (why didn't he call about this... even if his boss "confirmed" the nonexistent appointment, why didn't he call to ask about my peripherals? What home office doesn't have a printer???) so that when he comes back he can actually do the work. etc.
But fuck, now I have been awake from 9:30 am, arguing and bitching (oh no, would I do that when someone shows up to do work I NEED to have done a week ago without warning 3 hours after I went to bed with equipment that doesn't hook up?) and it is already 11am and I wanted to be up around 12:30. I am totally awake. With three hours sleep and my only full day of work for three days TODAY.
I hate computers.
And I hate being woken up and not getting back to sleep for zero, yes zero, productivity. My puter is exactly the same as when I went to bed. And he's not coming back til the 19th. Hell, I called to say I needed a computer that worked on Aug 30th. A full three weeks. Fuckers.
Remember I used to love my puter people? Now I am just grumpy and grouchy. grrrr.
OK must stop typing and get to sleep. Fuck. Now I'll wake up at 3pm, won't have time to complete my work before 5pm office closing. Fuck fuck fuck.
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