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Rain, rain, go away.
Jul. 12th, 2003 11:04 amI'm depressed. I really wanted to go swimming today, but the weather looks kind of forbidding. I haven't been swimming all summer, and we didn't go much last year either. Weather.com claims that we're going to be having isolated thunderstorms. Yesterday was so perfect it almost made me weep with joy. Or it might have if I hadn't been at work all day.
Anyway, now it's nearly 11 in the morning and I don't know what we'll be doing today now that plans for swimming probably fell through. Magnus is still in bed.. I have no idea what time he went to bed last night because I had a horrible horrible headache last night and went to bed ridiculously early. It was vastly annoying because I didn't have time to do anything fun. I got home from work, read mail quickly, cooked dinner, ate, came back to do further computer things and realized that my head really couldn't handle looking at the glare from the screen. I whined on the couch for a while before giving up and going to bed before 10.
People keep coming into the store raving about wilted lettuce, so last night I gave in and tried it out. I don't know about everyone else, but the idea of pouring hot bacon grease on leaf lettuce and then claiming it's edible and delicious seemed a little crazy, but it actually was pretty good. (Also green onions and crumbled bacon, although those seem to be optional. And plenty of salt, which no one mentioned but actually is the thing that made it good.) We've had quite a few vegetarian-style meals lately. I realize that anything with bacon on it isn't vegetarian, but four slices crumbled into a salad is hardly a Meat Course in the typical way of cooking. :) I guess that's what happens when one works as a fruit clerk. Darnit, that reminds me that I lost that entry where I babbled about my preferred title. Stupid computers. I just think "fruit clerk" is quite amusing, for some reason.
I got a phone call when I was home from lunch yesterday from Adelphia's office in Richmond. (Ie, not corporate offices somewhere with no clue about what goes on in the real world.) The lady was extremely nice and was explaining about server and router issues and commiserating because she also has Powerlink internet service at home and it had a lot of troubles last month. Unfortunately, we've been five weeks with problems like that.. not a single day has gone by, I don't think, without some outage time. Anyway, she gave us a $40 credit on our bill and gave us a number to call in the event it happens again, which isn't the tech support number. They're located in Buffalo and are completely clueless about life in the real world. According to one forum I was reading last night about the problem, they've actually tried to convince most of the callers that it was their hardware configuration. Everyone in the state of Kentucky changed their hardware configs last month so that The Entire Internet doesn't work? I hardly think so.
Anyway, they were lucky that they called when they did. Magnus, pissed that he didn't get a reply to the email he posted a week or two ago in his journal, reposted it via their contact form, the only method of email they provide, a day or two ago to eight different people. Yesterday, he was going to send it to sixteen. ;) You know, that's an amazingly efficient way to get some sort of action taken if you're having enough trouble. He did it once, even more effectively, with Europolitan, his Swedish cellphone company. They refused to turn his service off even after repeated calls and emails, both before and after the move.. which was the only reason he was cancelling, of course. Finally, six or seven months after he'd moved here, they were beginning to get pissy that he hadn't paid any of his bills on the service he'd cancelled and continued to be billed for, so he sent a similar letter to everyone he could find with an email address on their entire site, including marketing, sales, managers, etc. He got fifteen replies by the next day. Keep that in mind, folks. *grin*
Ack! Magnus just got up and informed me that I missed last night's spectacle with the neighbors. See, our neighbors are rather.. trashy and rednecky. Once a week or so, they all gather at one house, which happens to be beside us, and get drunk. The problem is that apparently they don't like each other. I have no idea why they continue to party together. Every single time, they get in a fight. We can stand at the window and watch what's going on. Usually they don't come to blows, but yell unimaginative curses at each other while four girls hold them apart. ("Fuck you, you.. fucking fucker!" is a popular expression, and I swear we once heard them actually utter "You wanna piece of me?!" It's incredibly lame.) Last night, apparently, they threw one of them out and then kicked him twice while he was laying there. Not that I'm a typically violent sort of person, but man, I would have liked to seen that. I guess you'd have to live by them to understand.
Anyway, now it's nearly 11 in the morning and I don't know what we'll be doing today now that plans for swimming probably fell through. Magnus is still in bed.. I have no idea what time he went to bed last night because I had a horrible horrible headache last night and went to bed ridiculously early. It was vastly annoying because I didn't have time to do anything fun. I got home from work, read mail quickly, cooked dinner, ate, came back to do further computer things and realized that my head really couldn't handle looking at the glare from the screen. I whined on the couch for a while before giving up and going to bed before 10.
People keep coming into the store raving about wilted lettuce, so last night I gave in and tried it out. I don't know about everyone else, but the idea of pouring hot bacon grease on leaf lettuce and then claiming it's edible and delicious seemed a little crazy, but it actually was pretty good. (Also green onions and crumbled bacon, although those seem to be optional. And plenty of salt, which no one mentioned but actually is the thing that made it good.) We've had quite a few vegetarian-style meals lately. I realize that anything with bacon on it isn't vegetarian, but four slices crumbled into a salad is hardly a Meat Course in the typical way of cooking. :) I guess that's what happens when one works as a fruit clerk. Darnit, that reminds me that I lost that entry where I babbled about my preferred title. Stupid computers. I just think "fruit clerk" is quite amusing, for some reason.
I got a phone call when I was home from lunch yesterday from Adelphia's office in Richmond. (Ie, not corporate offices somewhere with no clue about what goes on in the real world.) The lady was extremely nice and was explaining about server and router issues and commiserating because she also has Powerlink internet service at home and it had a lot of troubles last month. Unfortunately, we've been five weeks with problems like that.. not a single day has gone by, I don't think, without some outage time. Anyway, she gave us a $40 credit on our bill and gave us a number to call in the event it happens again, which isn't the tech support number. They're located in Buffalo and are completely clueless about life in the real world. According to one forum I was reading last night about the problem, they've actually tried to convince most of the callers that it was their hardware configuration. Everyone in the state of Kentucky changed their hardware configs last month so that The Entire Internet doesn't work? I hardly think so.
Anyway, they were lucky that they called when they did. Magnus, pissed that he didn't get a reply to the email he posted a week or two ago in his journal, reposted it via their contact form, the only method of email they provide, a day or two ago to eight different people. Yesterday, he was going to send it to sixteen. ;) You know, that's an amazingly efficient way to get some sort of action taken if you're having enough trouble. He did it once, even more effectively, with Europolitan, his Swedish cellphone company. They refused to turn his service off even after repeated calls and emails, both before and after the move.. which was the only reason he was cancelling, of course. Finally, six or seven months after he'd moved here, they were beginning to get pissy that he hadn't paid any of his bills on the service he'd cancelled and continued to be billed for, so he sent a similar letter to everyone he could find with an email address on their entire site, including marketing, sales, managers, etc. He got fifteen replies by the next day. Keep that in mind, folks. *grin*
Ack! Magnus just got up and informed me that I missed last night's spectacle with the neighbors. See, our neighbors are rather.. trashy and rednecky. Once a week or so, they all gather at one house, which happens to be beside us, and get drunk. The problem is that apparently they don't like each other. I have no idea why they continue to party together. Every single time, they get in a fight. We can stand at the window and watch what's going on. Usually they don't come to blows, but yell unimaginative curses at each other while four girls hold them apart. ("Fuck you, you.. fucking fucker!" is a popular expression, and I swear we once heard them actually utter "You wanna piece of me?!" It's incredibly lame.) Last night, apparently, they threw one of them out and then kicked him twice while he was laying there. Not that I'm a typically violent sort of person, but man, I would have liked to seen that. I guess you'd have to live by them to understand.
