Thesis: Fail
Monday, July 13th, 2009 08:13 pmI have to go back and do more analysis to make my committee chair happy. Sigh. So much for being done...
*dies laughing*
Thursday, June 18th, 2009 10:26 amThanks to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
eternalism for pointing this out. I needed to laugh this morning.
Women can't write about sex?
Cannot. Stop. Laughing.
Seriously though, what rock is this lady hiding under?
eternalism for pointing this out. I needed to laugh this morning.Women can't write about sex?
Cannot. Stop. Laughing.
Seriously though, what rock is this lady hiding under?
Knew it was coming
Monday, June 15th, 2009 02:12 pmI swear, the afterlife must have a giant set of revolving doors in the Marvel Universe.
Captain America comes back to life.
At least all the Captain America/Ironman fans will be happy.
I wonder if he'll be a zombie? That would be awesome.
Captain America comes back to life.
At least all the Captain America/Ironman fans will be happy.
I wonder if he'll be a zombie? That would be awesome.
Nooooooooooooo!
Monday, May 25th, 2009 04:18 pmOh my god, I am reading this story and the author described this man's body as an "acre of hot manhood." He also has "brutally cut abs."
*dies*
Why am I reading this? WHY?
*dies*
Why am I reading this? WHY?
Going to hell...
Friday, May 22nd, 2009 08:36 pmThere is a special level of Hell reserved for me for doing this picture.
When you think you know a song...
Wednesday, May 13th, 2009 09:36 amSince Seeqpod is down, I've been listening to Pandora while in the graduate office. I do this for a number of reasons. I can't put my own music on this computer because of disk space and IT regulations. The streaming radio stations have commercials which drive me nuts. And this way I can reasonably control what's being played so I'm not listening to Nine Inch Nails or Eve 6 where professors or visiting professionals can here.
Today Pandora pulled up James Blunt's You're Beautiful. Now this was one of those songs that a few years ago I could not stand. This was mostly due to the fact that the radio stations over-played it beyond belief. But listening to it occasionally is not so bad. I've heard it so many times wasn't even really paying attention, just kind of mentally singing along because it is a catchy song despite being kind of whiny and annoying sometimes.
Which was fine up until Mr. Blunt dropped the f-bomb in the middle of the song.
Little did I know there is a radio version and a non-radio version. And of course I would discover this fact on a day when there are several people in the office. You have never seen someone move so fast to discontinue a song in your life.
I was going to give you another chance, Mr. Blunt, but now I'm just done. Love is over.
Today Pandora pulled up James Blunt's You're Beautiful. Now this was one of those songs that a few years ago I could not stand. This was mostly due to the fact that the radio stations over-played it beyond belief. But listening to it occasionally is not so bad. I've heard it so many times wasn't even really paying attention, just kind of mentally singing along because it is a catchy song despite being kind of whiny and annoying sometimes.
Which was fine up until Mr. Blunt dropped the f-bomb in the middle of the song.
Little did I know there is a radio version and a non-radio version. And of course I would discover this fact on a day when there are several people in the office. You have never seen someone move so fast to discontinue a song in your life.
I was going to give you another chance, Mr. Blunt, but now I'm just done. Love is over.
With all the speed of a depressed snail...
Monday, March 2nd, 2009 06:33 pmSome of you might remember the saga of the IRS and their ridiculous phone system. The short and sweet version is: IRS lost my check, said I owed taxes still, took those taxes out of my stimulus check, but somehow managed to cash the first check anyway. Best I could figure out, they applied my check to someone else's account. I opened a dispute, but had to give up because of their ridiculous phone system and school.
Today I got a refund from the IRS for the exact amount of the taxes I paid twice last year.
It only took them 8 months to figure the whole thing out. -_-
Today I got a refund from the IRS for the exact amount of the taxes I paid twice last year.
It only took them 8 months to figure the whole thing out. -_-
What? WHAT?
Friday, February 20th, 2009 09:11 amARGH!
EDIT: Disregard. Obviously the problem was the user (me) was too stupid to be using the program. Carry on.
Inconsiderate moron
Thursday, August 7th, 2008 07:04 pmI am so irritated at this moment. On Mondays and Thursdays, I commute to a town about a 1-1/2 away from where I usually work to do my internship. I don't go every Thursday, but this week I had to. miome wanted to go down to this town as well to do some work with colleagues that worked there, so we decided to commute together. This would also give us an excuse to eat at some of the restaurants and see some of the sights of the town that we keep hearing about, but never get to try/see. She sent an email to her co-workers letting them know what was going on.
One of her co-workers replied with "Great! I need to go to town as well. I'll commute with you."
Do you see the problem in that reply? The problem is that there are no questions. Nothing along the lines of "Do you mind..." or "Is it okay if I..." or even "Can I..." Nope. Just the assumption that he can come with us.
Miome asks me about it, and I agree that he can come on one condition. We have to leave campus no later than 7:25, because I cannot be late to my internship. He agree to this condition. All is set.
The day before we are to go, he emails Miome and wants to know if we can leave town by 3:30pm. He has an appointment he forgot about and need to be back so he can go to it. Miome asks me. My internship is more flexible about when I can leave, so I agree. Not thrilled, but I can swing it.
Day starts. The drive there is pretty uneventful. I go through my day and keep in touch with Miome. I also fill out my time sheet so I can get it signed quickly when I need to leave. It starts getting close to 3:30. I start wrapping up my work since I need to transfer files to my thumb drive and once I do that, I can't work on those files any more, and I don't want to make co-worker late for his appointment. I shut get everything ready at 3:30 and am chatting through gchat with Miome. Where's co-worker? She doesn't know. Five minutes go by, then ten, then fifteen. Miome gets off the computer to go find co-worker. I get my stuff together and go outside to wait since they are only a few minutes away.
At 4:00pm, they show up. Co-worker was in a meeting that ran long. Did he bother to let Miome know what was going on? Nope. She just had to wait and couldn't tell me whether I could keep working or not. I'm not thrilled. If you ask if I can leave work at 3:30, I am going to be understandably upset when you yourself are not ready to leave at that time. That was thirty minutes I could have been working and getting paid.
It gets better.
We get on the road. About half-way to our destination we hit traffic. Nasty traffic. Seems they are repaving a whole section of road and traffic is backed up because of it. We sit in said traffic for about 30 minutes. Seems like co-worker is going to miss his appointment. He's got a new puppy and this is a vet appointment for the puppy's second round of shots. I mention that he's probably not going to make it.
"Oh that's okay. My girlfriend can take the dog. I was just hoping to be there."
Wait a minute. You mean you asked both me and Miome to take off time from work after you invited yourself to commute with us so you could go to an appointment you didn't actually need to go to? An appointment that was, in fact, optional? No wonder he wasn't worried about the meeting running late or him not making the appointment! To say I was peeved at this point was an understatement.
We finally get back into city around 5:45pm. All we have to do is drop off co-worker and then we can go get something to eat because silly me, I thought we were going to be leaving at 3:30 and would be able to eat early so I skipped my afternoon snack. Both Miome and I want him out of the car.
Co-worker decides that instead of going through the side streets we should get on the belt line, because of course the major highway around the city that everyone uses would certainly not be crowded during rush hour. -_- Idiot. We get stuck in even more traffic to basically get on the highway for a grand total of two exits before getting off. Why he though this was a good idea I'll never know.
We got him out of the car and were both starving and cranky. A quick stop by a truly awful KFC fixed most of that, but did nothing to improve our moods. Never again.
miome wanted to go down to this town as well to do some work with colleagues that worked there, so we decided to commute together. This would also give us an excuse to eat at some of the restaurants and see some of the sights of the town that we keep hearing about, but never get to try/see. She sent an email to her co-workers letting them know what was going on.One of her co-workers replied with "Great! I need to go to town as well. I'll commute with you."
Do you see the problem in that reply? The problem is that there are no questions. Nothing along the lines of "Do you mind..." or "Is it okay if I..." or even "Can I..." Nope. Just the assumption that he can come with us.
Miome asks me about it, and I agree that he can come on one condition. We have to leave campus no later than 7:25, because I cannot be late to my internship. He agree to this condition. All is set.
The day before we are to go, he emails Miome and wants to know if we can leave town by 3:30pm. He has an appointment he forgot about and need to be back so he can go to it. Miome asks me. My internship is more flexible about when I can leave, so I agree. Not thrilled, but I can swing it.
Day starts. The drive there is pretty uneventful. I go through my day and keep in touch with Miome. I also fill out my time sheet so I can get it signed quickly when I need to leave. It starts getting close to 3:30. I start wrapping up my work since I need to transfer files to my thumb drive and once I do that, I can't work on those files any more, and I don't want to make co-worker late for his appointment. I shut get everything ready at 3:30 and am chatting through gchat with Miome. Where's co-worker? She doesn't know. Five minutes go by, then ten, then fifteen. Miome gets off the computer to go find co-worker. I get my stuff together and go outside to wait since they are only a few minutes away.
At 4:00pm, they show up. Co-worker was in a meeting that ran long. Did he bother to let Miome know what was going on? Nope. She just had to wait and couldn't tell me whether I could keep working or not. I'm not thrilled. If you ask if I can leave work at 3:30, I am going to be understandably upset when you yourself are not ready to leave at that time. That was thirty minutes I could have been working and getting paid.
It gets better.
We get on the road. About half-way to our destination we hit traffic. Nasty traffic. Seems they are repaving a whole section of road and traffic is backed up because of it. We sit in said traffic for about 30 minutes. Seems like co-worker is going to miss his appointment. He's got a new puppy and this is a vet appointment for the puppy's second round of shots. I mention that he's probably not going to make it.
"Oh that's okay. My girlfriend can take the dog. I was just hoping to be there."
Wait a minute. You mean you asked both me and Miome to take off time from work after you invited yourself to commute with us so you could go to an appointment you didn't actually need to go to? An appointment that was, in fact, optional? No wonder he wasn't worried about the meeting running late or him not making the appointment! To say I was peeved at this point was an understatement.
We finally get back into city around 5:45pm. All we have to do is drop off co-worker and then we can go get something to eat because silly me, I thought we were going to be leaving at 3:30 and would be able to eat early so I skipped my afternoon snack. Both Miome and I want him out of the car.
Co-worker decides that instead of going through the side streets we should get on the belt line, because of course the major highway around the city that everyone uses would certainly not be crowded during rush hour. -_- Idiot. We get stuck in even more traffic to basically get on the highway for a grand total of two exits before getting off. Why he though this was a good idea I'll never know.
We got him out of the car and were both starving and cranky. A quick stop by a truly awful KFC fixed most of that, but did nothing to improve our moods. Never again.
INCOHERENT RAGE!
Tuesday, July 29th, 2008 07:52 pmI have discovered the IRS's evil plan. If they can't ever pick up their phone, then no one can dispute their taxes! Perfect. I've only gotten through once. All other times they are having technical difficulties or high call volume and hang up on me. I swear this should be what you hear when you call in:
"Thank you for calling the Internal Revenue Service. Please be prepared to bend over as soon as you have selected an option. For the large dildo, press 1. For the extra-large dildo, press 2. For super-sized dildo, press 3. All those wishing to be personally violated by a live associate, please stay on the line."
"Thank you for calling the Internal Revenue Service. Please be prepared to bend over as soon as you have selected an option. For the large dildo, press 1. For the extra-large dildo, press 2. For super-sized dildo, press 3. All those wishing to be personally violated by a live associate, please stay on the line."
Saga of the IRS: Interlude
Wednesday, July 23rd, 2008 07:47 pm"Due to technical difficulties, your call cannot be answered at this time. Please call at another time. Thank you for calling the Internal Revenue Service." *click*
ARRRGGGGGHHHHH!
ARRRGGGGGHHHHH!
Look! A metaphor!
Tuesday, July 22nd, 2008 12:36 pmImagine, if you will, that you use to rent an apartment. Now this wasn't just one apartment. Oh no. You rent about 10-15 apartments each month, spend about 30 minutes in each, and then wait around gleefully so you could do it all again. This took up a good chunk of the money you made as a teenager, but you did it anyway because you loved the apartments and wanted that 30 minutes of time in each apartment.
The only problem was the more you spent time in the apartments, the more you noticed the 100lb green chimpanzee or the 250lb orange lemur. As time went by, more and more of these primates showed up. You didn't know if anyone else noticed them, but you did. Eventually when the 300lb pink baboon showed up, you called it quits and vowed to never again rent apartments.
Years pass.
Eventually you notice an apartment. A nice apartment. Really nice. It has amenities you haven't seen in any other apartment. The lure is strong but you remember the primates. So you figure you'll just take a tour and make sure that nothing is hiding. You look under the bed, in the closet, open the cabinets, and check behind the shower curtain. Nothing. Awesome. You jump right in and for a year, everything is fine.
Then you come home one day to find an 800lb purple gorilla sitting in your living room. Peeved, you contact your rental agent. "What's up with the gorilla?"
"What gorilla?" he asks.
"The 800lb purple gorilla! It's in my living room. Fix this."
"Well, let me come over and take a look."
Rental agent comes over. He wanders around your apartment. The 800lb purple gorilla grunts at him. Then he turns to you and says, "There's no gorilla here."
"What? WHAT?!?! It's right there."
"I don't see any gorilla," he says again, giving you a worried look. "Are you sure you see this gorilla? Is there... any medication you might not have taken this morning?"
"Don't patronize me. I know a gorilla when I see one, and that is an 800lb purple gorilla."
Meanwhile, the gorilla has begun to eat your bread, smash your furniture, and leave poo everywhere. It doesn't seem to care that it's trashing everything in the nice apartment you started renting. That doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is the 800lb purple gorilla, because really, how the hell are you going to stop that thing?
"Maybe..." the rental agent says, and you look at him desperately hoping that he finally sees the problem. "Maybe you've mistaken the violet couch for a gorilla."
"Violet couch?" There is no violet couch in your apartment. "What violet couch?"
"That one," he says, proudly gesturing towards the gorilla.
"That's not a couch. It's a 800lb purple gorilla."
"I agree that violet is an unusual color for a couch, but we're doing things differently. We're cutting edge and have a very detailed plan of where the decor is going. It all start with the violet couch to match the green curtains we've already put in."
You look at your curtains. They are cream. "There's no green curtains. There's no violet couch. The only thing there is the gorilla and it's destruction. There is poo everywhere.
"You're going to have to trust us on this. We've been in this business for many years. We know how to handle things."
"Handle things? Yeah, I've seen how you handle things and you want me to trust you? You won't even acknowledge the FUCKING GORILLA.
A sigh. "You'll see. Everything will come together when we're done redecorating.
Dear Marvel,
Your complete and total lack of respect for any canon you have devised? It's an 800lb purple gorilla. And it's full of shit. Don't try to convince the fans otherwise.
Hugs and kisses,
Tsaiko
The only problem was the more you spent time in the apartments, the more you noticed the 100lb green chimpanzee or the 250lb orange lemur. As time went by, more and more of these primates showed up. You didn't know if anyone else noticed them, but you did. Eventually when the 300lb pink baboon showed up, you called it quits and vowed to never again rent apartments.
Years pass.
Eventually you notice an apartment. A nice apartment. Really nice. It has amenities you haven't seen in any other apartment. The lure is strong but you remember the primates. So you figure you'll just take a tour and make sure that nothing is hiding. You look under the bed, in the closet, open the cabinets, and check behind the shower curtain. Nothing. Awesome. You jump right in and for a year, everything is fine.
Then you come home one day to find an 800lb purple gorilla sitting in your living room. Peeved, you contact your rental agent. "What's up with the gorilla?"
"What gorilla?" he asks.
"The 800lb purple gorilla! It's in my living room. Fix this."
"Well, let me come over and take a look."
Rental agent comes over. He wanders around your apartment. The 800lb purple gorilla grunts at him. Then he turns to you and says, "There's no gorilla here."
"What? WHAT?!?! It's right there."
"I don't see any gorilla," he says again, giving you a worried look. "Are you sure you see this gorilla? Is there... any medication you might not have taken this morning?"
"Don't patronize me. I know a gorilla when I see one, and that is an 800lb purple gorilla."
Meanwhile, the gorilla has begun to eat your bread, smash your furniture, and leave poo everywhere. It doesn't seem to care that it's trashing everything in the nice apartment you started renting. That doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is the 800lb purple gorilla, because really, how the hell are you going to stop that thing?
"Maybe..." the rental agent says, and you look at him desperately hoping that he finally sees the problem. "Maybe you've mistaken the violet couch for a gorilla."
"Violet couch?" There is no violet couch in your apartment. "What violet couch?"
"That one," he says, proudly gesturing towards the gorilla.
"That's not a couch. It's a 800lb purple gorilla."
"I agree that violet is an unusual color for a couch, but we're doing things differently. We're cutting edge and have a very detailed plan of where the decor is going. It all start with the violet couch to match the green curtains we've already put in."
You look at your curtains. They are cream. "There's no green curtains. There's no violet couch. The only thing there is the gorilla and it's destruction. There is poo everywhere.
"You're going to have to trust us on this. We've been in this business for many years. We know how to handle things."
"Handle things? Yeah, I've seen how you handle things and you want me to trust you? You won't even acknowledge the FUCKING GORILLA.
A sigh. "You'll see. Everything will come together when we're done redecorating.
Dear Marvel,
Your complete and total lack of respect for any canon you have devised? It's an 800lb purple gorilla. And it's full of shit. Don't try to convince the fans otherwise.
Hugs and kisses,
Tsaiko
Saga of the IRS: The plot thickens!
Friday, July 18th, 2008 07:07 pmPost 1 | Post 2 | Post 3
Yesterday I got a letter from my bank with a copy of the tax check in it. First off, I did indeed make it out the US Treasury. Second, it was cashed on March 31st. Third, it was cashed in the correct town at... Bank of America? WTF? At this point BoA better hope that the IRS has an account with them or they are going to be explaining to Uncle Sam why they cashed a check made out to the US Treasury for someone else.
I should call the IRS tonight, but my brain is fried. It'll have to be Monday. Still at least now I have routing information from when the check was cashed (although I can't read the endorsement on the back because its a stamp and the copy I have is piss poor). I'm going to give that to the IRS and see what they have to say.
At this rate, I'll get my extra $30 back in about six months. -_-
Yesterday I got a letter from my bank with a copy of the tax check in it. First off, I did indeed make it out the US Treasury. Second, it was cashed on March 31st. Third, it was cashed in the correct town at... Bank of America? WTF? At this point BoA better hope that the IRS has an account with them or they are going to be explaining to Uncle Sam why they cashed a check made out to the US Treasury for someone else.
I should call the IRS tonight, but my brain is fried. It'll have to be Monday. Still at least now I have routing information from when the check was cashed (although I can't read the endorsement on the back because its a stamp and the copy I have is piss poor). I'm going to give that to the IRS and see what they have to say.
At this rate, I'll get my extra $30 back in about six months. -_-
Saga of the IRS
Tuesday, July 8th, 2008 07:45 amUpdate from last night that I didn't make because after getting off the phone, I went to bed.
After 45 minutes on hold (talk about underestimating your wait time), I finally got to talk to someone at the IRS. The very nice lady listened to my explanation and then decided that she needed to bring up my account and see if she could find the payment in it. That's fine. So she puts me on hold as the account comes up.
Next is the verifying game. Now, I'm all for them making sure I am who I say I am before spouting off tax information. But holy rusted metal Batman, this was ridiculous. First I had to give my social security number. Then my first name. Then my last. Then I had to confirm what my middle initial was. Then I had to give them my complete mailing address. Then I had to give them the amount of taxes I paid for 2007 rounded to the nearest dollar. Once they confirmed that I was who I said I was they asked me how much was the payment I made last year on my taxes that they billed me twice for. Uh... see previous answer.
Using all that information, the lady searched my account. Nothing. So then I got my checkbook out and she searched on the bank's routing number. Zip. Nothing the IRS can do unless they can get some of the information on the back of the check, which for some reason was not scanned in and is not displayed on my account at my bank. Hopefully, my bank has a copy of the back of the check which will have tracking information on it from when the IRS cashed it.
I'd already called my bank and they are sending me a copy of the information about the check. When that gets here, I get to call the IRS again and see if they can use that information to track the check. At least now there's a note on my account that I'm disputing the bill and why.
Personally, I think my check probably got applied to someone else's account instead of mine. It's the only thing that makes sense.
Then again this is the IRS. Anything could happen.
Anyone want to start taking bets that this causes me to get audited next year?
After 45 minutes on hold (talk about underestimating your wait time), I finally got to talk to someone at the IRS. The very nice lady listened to my explanation and then decided that she needed to bring up my account and see if she could find the payment in it. That's fine. So she puts me on hold as the account comes up.
Next is the verifying game. Now, I'm all for them making sure I am who I say I am before spouting off tax information. But holy rusted metal Batman, this was ridiculous. First I had to give my social security number. Then my first name. Then my last. Then I had to confirm what my middle initial was. Then I had to give them my complete mailing address. Then I had to give them the amount of taxes I paid for 2007 rounded to the nearest dollar. Once they confirmed that I was who I said I was they asked me how much was the payment I made last year on my taxes that they billed me twice for. Uh... see previous answer.
Using all that information, the lady searched my account. Nothing. So then I got my checkbook out and she searched on the bank's routing number. Zip. Nothing the IRS can do unless they can get some of the information on the back of the check, which for some reason was not scanned in and is not displayed on my account at my bank. Hopefully, my bank has a copy of the back of the check which will have tracking information on it from when the IRS cashed it.
I'd already called my bank and they are sending me a copy of the information about the check. When that gets here, I get to call the IRS again and see if they can use that information to track the check. At least now there's a note on my account that I'm disputing the bill and why.
Personally, I think my check probably got applied to someone else's account instead of mine. It's the only thing that makes sense.
Then again this is the IRS. Anything could happen.
Anyone want to start taking bets that this causes me to get audited next year?
Bureaucracy sucks
Monday, July 7th, 2008 06:56 pmI am beginning to loathe the IRS.
After waiting for months I finally got my "economic stimulus check." The problem? They took out the taxes that I supposedly owe them. The taxes I paid with a check that was cashed on March 31st. So I find the number on the paperwork they sent me so I can call and get this straightened out. It should be pretty simple, right? I have documentation that clearly shows that the taxes were paid or at the very least, someone cashed the check made out to the United State Treasury (and if it wasn't the IRS, then someone is in deep, deep doo-doo and it ain't me). Call up the number, go through phone tree hell, get transferred, and then get told that due to unexpected high volume they could not take my call please call back at another time or tomorrow.
*click* Dial-tone.
THE IRS FUCKING HUNG UP ON ME.
And they wonder why their customer service score is in the toilet.
EDIT: On hold this time. 20 minute wait time. We shall see.
EDIT2: Passed the 20 minute make about 10 minutes ago. At least they're playing Tchaikovsky and Vivaldi for their hold music. Though if I have to Waltz of the Flowers one more time I might snap.
After waiting for months I finally got my "economic stimulus check." The problem? They took out the taxes that I supposedly owe them. The taxes I paid with a check that was cashed on March 31st. So I find the number on the paperwork they sent me so I can call and get this straightened out. It should be pretty simple, right? I have documentation that clearly shows that the taxes were paid or at the very least, someone cashed the check made out to the United State Treasury (and if it wasn't the IRS, then someone is in deep, deep doo-doo and it ain't me). Call up the number, go through phone tree hell, get transferred, and then get told that due to unexpected high volume they could not take my call please call back at another time or tomorrow.
*click* Dial-tone.
THE IRS FUCKING HUNG UP ON ME.
And they wonder why their customer service score is in the toilet.
EDIT: On hold this time. 20 minute wait time. We shall see.
EDIT2: Passed the 20 minute make about 10 minutes ago. At least they're playing Tchaikovsky and Vivaldi for their hold music. Though if I have to Waltz of the Flowers one more time I might snap.
Annoyed am I
Saturday, July 5th, 2008 08:03 pmI just got a notice from the IRS telling me I have been assessed penalties because I didn't pay my taxes. The problem? I paid my taxes. In fact, I can see the damn check on my bank's site and it was cashed on March 31st. Of course, I have 10 days from the time of notice to pay this and thanks to the USPS I got it seven days after it was sent giving me three days to pay it. And of course, the IRS offices aren't open until Monday giving me one day to get this straightened out.
The only good thing about it is that I didn't owe the IRS all that much to begin with and so I have a grand total of $.83 in penalties. Still need to harass them and figure out what the Hell is going on.
The only good thing about it is that I didn't owe the IRS all that much to begin with and so I have a grand total of $.83 in penalties. Still need to harass them and figure out what the Hell is going on.
Incoherent RAGE!
Wednesday, June 11th, 2008 07:47 amYou know what I would like? I would like my hot water heater to actually produce hot water for more than three days at a time. It seems like such a simple request. And yet I wake up to cold water, miome calls maintenance, they do their magic maintenance voodoo, it works for three days and then... no hot water. I am getting very, very tired of this.
Cold showers in the morning? No. Having to heat water on my stove so I at least can wash my hair? Double no.
Either it gets fixed or I'm going to turn into screaming harpy woman at them.
miome calls maintenance, they do their magic maintenance voodoo, it works for three days and then... no hot water. I am getting very, very tired of this.Cold showers in the morning? No. Having to heat water on my stove so I at least can wash my hair? Double no.
Either it gets fixed or I'm going to turn into screaming harpy woman at them.
Obviously invented by Satan
Sunday, May 11th, 2008 03:15 pmOn Saturday, miome and I went to Home Depot. The thing about the Home Depot near us is that most of the registers have been replaced by self-checkout machines. There are many places where I love this idea because the machines are well thought out, intuitive, easy to use, and make my life quicker and easier.
( The Home Depot machines fail on all these counts )
miome and I went to Home Depot. The thing about the Home Depot near us is that most of the registers have been replaced by self-checkout machines. There are many places where I love this idea because the machines are well thought out, intuitive, easy to use, and make my life quicker and easier.( The Home Depot machines fail on all these counts )
Why thank you, financial aid office, for informing me that you gave me over $4,000 more in financial aid this year than I was supposed to get. The middle of the spring semester is the absolute perfect time to have figured this out. You're damn lucky I happen to have some money squirreled away that I can use to cover this little oopsie of yours.
Asshats.
Asshats.
Well, there's one journal article I just totally shredded to pieces. Not that it didn't deserve it. Any serious journal article that informs me that "Pregnant women or women who were pregnant within the last 12 months have a higher BMI (body mass index)" like this is a GREAT AND PREVIOUSLY UNKNOWN DISCOVERY, OMG!!!!1!1, especially when it has absolutely no bearing on the research they are doing that I can see, gets no points from me.
This paper, by the way, was published in 2006.
This paper, by the way, was published in 2006.
I am so pissed I could cry (again).
Dell sent me a new laptop. It arrived today. It is useless. Seriously, I have a very expensive paperweight. The problems?
First, it's about four inches wider, a good inch thicker and 3-5 pounds heavier than my last laptop. My last laptop was not a small laptop by any stretch of the imagination. I got my backpack laptop bag in the largest size possible and my previous laptop barely fit. Even with it fitting, it was heavy to carry around. This means that the new laptop will not fit. I can't carry it around in my hands either because it's so heavy that if I try to carry it one handed to do anything, it will bend my wrist back. That is if this thing didn't completely throw my back out.
The keyboard? Impossible to use. It's so far back that my arms/wrists bang into the lower part of the laptop when I try to type. Why is the keyboard so far back? Because the only way to control the curser is with the touch pad. There is no track point. While this might not be a problem for most people, I do map digitizing and AutoCAD on my laptop. I need it to be precise and I need to be able to use the keyboard at the same time as I move the curser to get my work done. It's impossible to do that on that thing.
I can't type on the replacement laptop, which means no writing. I can't do any of the school or work on it either. The only thing I could do would be surf the web and hell, I'd be better off with a desktop machine if that's all I wanted to do. At least then I could arrange the keyboard so that I wouldn't hurt my arms typing and I'd have the added bonus of a nicer machine to boot. But that's not what I need. I need a computer that I can take to my classes and actually use.
Fuck. I hate Dell at this moment.
Dell sent me a new laptop. It arrived today. It is useless. Seriously, I have a very expensive paperweight. The problems?
First, it's about four inches wider, a good inch thicker and 3-5 pounds heavier than my last laptop. My last laptop was not a small laptop by any stretch of the imagination. I got my backpack laptop bag in the largest size possible and my previous laptop barely fit. Even with it fitting, it was heavy to carry around. This means that the new laptop will not fit. I can't carry it around in my hands either because it's so heavy that if I try to carry it one handed to do anything, it will bend my wrist back. That is if this thing didn't completely throw my back out.
The keyboard? Impossible to use. It's so far back that my arms/wrists bang into the lower part of the laptop when I try to type. Why is the keyboard so far back? Because the only way to control the curser is with the touch pad. There is no track point. While this might not be a problem for most people, I do map digitizing and AutoCAD on my laptop. I need it to be precise and I need to be able to use the keyboard at the same time as I move the curser to get my work done. It's impossible to do that on that thing.
I can't type on the replacement laptop, which means no writing. I can't do any of the school or work on it either. The only thing I could do would be surf the web and hell, I'd be better off with a desktop machine if that's all I wanted to do. At least then I could arrange the keyboard so that I wouldn't hurt my arms typing and I'd have the added bonus of a nicer machine to boot. But that's not what I need. I need a computer that I can take to my classes and actually use.
Fuck. I hate Dell at this moment.
Tonight's dinner was fried pork chops, green beans, and salad from the container garden. Mmm... So very good. I'm obviously a better cook than I realized. rykaine passed on a very nice crochet pattern for fingerless gloves that doesn't require me to crochet in back loops in order to do. I'm going to give it a try and see if I can get some gloves done. I owe nikerymis a drabble. Next week I am flying to Atlanta to visit with my family. I come back the following Monday.
Finally, I was supposed to get my new laptop from Dell last week. They shipped it to Raleigh instead despite the fact we told them twice (once in July when I was having problems with the AC adapter and again in email for this call that we no longer lived in NC and what are new address was). We were then told that it would be shipped again and we could expect it by Wednesday. Miome got a call yesterday from the shipping company saying they'd tried to deliver it to Raleigh, but no one was there to sign for it. *bangs head on desk*
Miome also spoke to a high up supervisor about the whole mess (we started this whole mess in mid-October). He was very confused as to why we were directed into the program for getting a different type of laptop since we could have just gotten the exact same laptop as my old one as a replacement. This is what we wanted in the first place. Sigh... instead I'll get a different laptop that will need to have all the old software reloaded onto it. That's assuming it's not shipped to Raleigh AGAIN. At this point, if they told me that the delivery truck the laptop was on had a freak accident with a car full of midget clowns and a donkey that caused the laptop to spontaneously combust, sending flying shrapnel into the river and incidentally killing a hidden ninja, I wouldn't be surprised. After all, everything else about this whole mess has been a farce.
Oh well. At least I have cinnamon cookies my girlfriend made to keep me company.
rykaine passed on a very nice crochet pattern for fingerless gloves that doesn't require me to crochet in back loops in order to do. I'm going to give it a try and see if I can get some gloves done. I owe nikerymis a drabble. Next week I am flying to Atlanta to visit with my family. I come back the following Monday. Finally, I was supposed to get my new laptop from Dell last week. They shipped it to Raleigh instead despite the fact we told them twice (once in July when I was having problems with the AC adapter and again in email for this call that we no longer lived in NC and what are new address was). We were then told that it would be shipped again and we could expect it by Wednesday. Miome got a call yesterday from the shipping company saying they'd tried to deliver it to Raleigh, but no one was there to sign for it. *bangs head on desk*
Miome also spoke to a high up supervisor about the whole mess (we started this whole mess in mid-October). He was very confused as to why we were directed into the program for getting a different type of laptop since we could have just gotten the exact same laptop as my old one as a replacement. This is what we wanted in the first place. Sigh... instead I'll get a different laptop that will need to have all the old software reloaded onto it. That's assuming it's not shipped to Raleigh AGAIN. At this point, if they told me that the delivery truck the laptop was on had a freak accident with a car full of midget clowns and a donkey that caused the laptop to spontaneously combust, sending flying shrapnel into the river and incidentally killing a hidden ninja, I wouldn't be surprised. After all, everything else about this whole mess has been a farce.
Oh well. At least I have cinnamon cookies my girlfriend made to keep me company.
OMG, WTF, LOL, BBQ.
Monday, November 12th, 2007 10:46 amI just got an email from one of the Universities I applied to fall of last year asking if I was still interested in going to their school and they hadn't received two of my references, so could I please send those along?
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I applied for the Fall of 2007 and you're contacting me NOW wanting to know if I'm still interested? WTF? It's almost the end of the semester! I'm already in another program and taking classes. Eight months after our last contact - where I assured you that all references had been sent, two of the other schools had received them, and could you double check but if you couldn't find them I could have them resent let me know ASAP - is not responding in a timely manner.
What have I learned from this? When sending references, send them certified mail where they have to sign and you get a copy of the receipt. That way if something gets "lost in the mail" you can be sure if it was actually lost or if their admissions office has their head up their ass.
Cripes.
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I applied for the Fall of 2007 and you're contacting me NOW wanting to know if I'm still interested? WTF? It's almost the end of the semester! I'm already in another program and taking classes. Eight months after our last contact - where I assured you that all references had been sent, two of the other schools had received them, and could you double check but if you couldn't find them I could have them resent let me know ASAP - is not responding in a timely manner.
What have I learned from this? When sending references, send them certified mail where they have to sign and you get a copy of the receipt. That way if something gets "lost in the mail" you can be sure if it was actually lost or if their admissions office has their head up their ass.
Cripes.