From: sabrina downard
To: work people
Subject: Re: Issues...
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X-Snark: What kind of egregious lack of perspective leads you to worry about this?
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Date: Tue, 7 Sep 2004 16:20:51 -0500 (CDT) So I finally got into the diagnostic mode and shut off that damn alarm, and verified that the disks were, indeed, broken. Now? Now Mirapoint Support is telnetting in, to figure out what the problem is. I'll just sit at home and knit while the men^Wsupport folk figure out what the problem was and whether or not it can be fixed. They'd tell me how, but "this is the appliance model," and "this is all low-level stuff." And my suggestion that we would not be letting people randomly telnet in to our stuff on production machines was met with the polite disbelief of "of course you will." Don't mind that network cable stretched over the aisle from head to the mirapoint cabinet and down, I didn't have one long enough to run it properly. It's tied up, shouldn't be in the way. But if it is, relax -- you probably shouldn't be touching that, anyways.
so i took the Jack Daniel’s distillery tour when i was in tennessee. they took our picture.
got sick of the RNC speeches after a while. my god, every time arnold got on a good streak, he’d say something ridiculous and fuck it all up. terminate the terrorists, indeed. although his speech was refreshingly free of god, which was nice — if only a great deal of it wasn’t blatantly argument-worthy.
also, the bush twins. *sigh* i lost count of how many times i hissed at them to stop fucking giggling. jesus. put them on ritalin before giving them the mic, next time, okay? please? managed to reorganize the kitchen some, and recaulk the bathtub. i really ought to have the management people come regrout the tiles, too, but that would probably require a couple of days for the grout to cure and thus limit me to baths instead of showers, so i’m reluctant to do that. but i suppose i should. sigh. well, i left a message on saturday for someone to call me about the feasability of putting up reflective mylar window film — i would do it myself, except i haven’t got a 12′ ladder to get to the top of my windows, and also i’d be concerned that the management people might get cranky at me if i didn’t have permission — which is an idea that JCS at work had, when i was bitching about my electric bill. it would be very nice to have a good deal of the solar heating deflected — and it would also, tangentially, be nice on the privacy front, so as to make it more difficult for people in the apartments across the way to look in and critique my decor, as i am wont to do to them, while simultaneously not preventing me from enjoying the rainfall (and, soon, snowfall) on my windows. so, i’m hopeful that they’ll say not only is it okay, and not only will they be happy to install it for me so that i don’t fuck things up (which i did ask if they would do, even if i had to buy the film myself), but they have a maintenance hook-up where one can get the film at building-maintenance prices, versus individual buying many small lengths retail at home depot prices. anyways, we’ll see what they say about that. put on a stephen king audiobook (my favorite Dark Tower novel, book four, “Wizard and Glass,” read by Frank Muller), and continued cleaning. this, naturally, resulted in a messier apartment than i had when i started. tossed lots of trash, and yet i appear to still have equally as much crap. it’s not fair. is my environment some sort of freak of space, where junk is neither created nor destroyed but just changes form? some days i wonder. on the bright side, i’ve dusted every horizontal surface — and most of the vertical — in my kitchen. so that’s nice. posted to craigslist soliciting a morning, pre-work, walking buddy. we shall see if that turns up anyone interesting. oh well. i should go back to cleaning and see if i can unearth my bed before i feel like going to sleep, i suppose.
