Don't confuse me with the details...
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And to make the computer shopping matters messier, my crazy father told one of his co-workers about my plans, to which his co-worker suggested I should try getting a Hewlett-Packard. So I looked into it and found a model that would be just right for what I need... only problem is, I don't think there are any actual Hewlett Packard stores, and I wouldn't know where to look for 'em. I've been trying to make heads or tails out of Macs by reading that book on OS X Tiger I got last night. Argggh... no wonder my head feels like an elephant stomped on it... and at the same time, I feel as if someone cut open my chest, pulled my still-beating heart halfway out, pissed on it then stuffed it back under my ribs.
Notes to idiots at work:
To the grossly obese woman who insisted that I make the bags light: Maybe you'd be able to pick up the bags if you'd been getting a little exercise in the past. Now might be a good time to start ((Note: I was only snarking about this maddening customer, not horizontally enhanced people in general.))
To the woman with the mentally handicapped son: Please teach your son a little bit about personal space; if he isn't capable of grasping that concept, consider getting a leash and a harness, like the kind they use on large dogs. I have a three foot reach and a nasty temper when I'm provoked to attack (one of those possible causes of provocation being someone getting in my face when I'm trying to work). If your son stays back four feet from the female bagger, he'll be fine.
To the kid from the meat department who called me "sweetcheeks": Okay, I'm glad to hear that males can actually *see* me; I was beginning to think that nothing with a Y chromosome could see me except for the town's village idiot/pervert. There's just one problem: I'm post-college and you're in high school. For that matter, I have voices in my head and they don't like you.
Funny, all day, I'd been so damn depressed that I hadn't heard a peep out of the bunch of zanies in my headspace. But the kid thinking he's cute woke up the male members of the Houseparty.
Constantine (whom I haven't heard from in days, and he won't tell me why, though I suspect it may have something to do with the fact that he's nipping into
he_dreams_awake's headspace): "Shut the fuck up, jailbait: she's the same age as your older sister."
The Merovingian: "Ah, indeed, I must agree with that would-be charming epithet... but you are not going to find out *how* sweet her cheeks are, so long as *I* am within this lovely woman..."
Flood: ::Petulant sigh:: "Yet another reason I detest adolescents. And humans. And adolescent humans. They're too clumsy and rude to be allowed in public."
Notes to idiots at work:
To the grossly obese woman who insisted that I make the bags light: Maybe you'd be able to pick up the bags if you'd been getting a little exercise in the past. Now might be a good time to start ((Note: I was only snarking about this maddening customer, not horizontally enhanced people in general.))
To the woman with the mentally handicapped son: Please teach your son a little bit about personal space; if he isn't capable of grasping that concept, consider getting a leash and a harness, like the kind they use on large dogs. I have a three foot reach and a nasty temper when I'm provoked to attack (one of those possible causes of provocation being someone getting in my face when I'm trying to work). If your son stays back four feet from the female bagger, he'll be fine.
To the kid from the meat department who called me "sweetcheeks": Okay, I'm glad to hear that males can actually *see* me; I was beginning to think that nothing with a Y chromosome could see me except for the town's village idiot/pervert. There's just one problem: I'm post-college and you're in high school. For that matter, I have voices in my head and they don't like you.
Funny, all day, I'd been so damn depressed that I hadn't heard a peep out of the bunch of zanies in my headspace. But the kid thinking he's cute woke up the male members of the Houseparty.
Constantine (whom I haven't heard from in days, and he won't tell me why, though I suspect it may have something to do with the fact that he's nipping into
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The Merovingian: "Ah, indeed, I must agree with that would-be charming epithet... but you are not going to find out *how* sweet her cheeks are, so long as *I* am within this lovely woman..."
Flood: ::Petulant sigh:: "Yet another reason I detest adolescents. And humans. And adolescent humans. They're too clumsy and rude to be allowed in public."
DO...NOT...GET A HP!
Date: 2005-09-25 09:35 pm (UTC)But please, for the love of all things good and holy...do NOT get a Hewlett-Packard computer.
~Ruby
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Date: 2005-09-26 01:48 pm (UTC)~Weaver
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Date: 2005-09-27 06:34 am (UTC)