7/3/2003

*frown* Today is not starting out to be a good day. Today is the kind of day where you get downstairs and realize you’ve forgotten your sunglasses and run back up then realize you can’t wear them anyway because you’re wearing your glasses. Then when you arrive downstairs again, defeated, you realize you’ve left your wallet upstairs.

I got to work this morning and there was a voice mail awaiting me. I hate voice mails. I hate the flashing nag light that won’t go away until you check your fucking voice mail. I hate coming in to work at 7am to find I’ve got a voice mail. I checked the voice mail and the person was in a hurry to have the problem fixed but this is a problem that I cannot fix. You see I get a lot of phone calls about telephone lines that won’t connect to work and such. I get these because I take care of the telephone directory and people are stupid. They think that because I add their telephone number to a database that I can fix their telephone problems. I sent his message down to the help-desk. They’ll fix him up.

The only good thing about today is that the office is closing at 1pm.

Last night we found out we had a computer virus on our network at home. We were about to load neverwinter to play and hubby’s computer spontaneously rebooted. This isn’t the first time so we decided to run a virus scan just in case. We have no idea where we got the virus or even which one of us downloaded it. We can’t find anything useful about what files it comes from on the Internet; the only thing we know is that it’s not malicious. It’s just annoying. It copies itself into every executable file on your computer and makes them larger. It also spreads itself to other computers on your network via network share’s. It took several hours to clean the virus off all the computers on the network. 3 out of 4 of them had been infected. It really pisses me off that someone would do something like this. What pisses me off even more is that we don’t download things from sites that aren’t reputable so somehow something slipped by. I don’t even view attachments from most people. There are very few people I trust enough to open their attachments.

I started a 100 things about me last night but I left it on my computer at home. Go me. I’m up to 40 too. I was going to post them this morning but I have no way of getting to it now.

We’re supposed to be helping hubby’s brother move tomorrow. Only a few things, they don’t have a lot of stuff. They’re the kind of people that don’t buy a lot of stuff. It’ll be easy, they’re moving up to Massachusetts into an old farmhouse on 14 acres. They’re farther out in the sticks than we are so I’m jealous. I’m looking forward to the drive though and we’re stopping at a huge mall on the way back. I’m not a real fan of malls but there’s a really good place to eat (Kahunaville), a cool craft store and a target there so that’s what we’re going for. 🙂

We don’t do anything for the 4th of July. I’m not about to go wade through the crowds and traffic to watch fireworks and risk getting burned by a firework being thrown out a window by teenagers. Last year I remember them saying on the news not to do that, that it was extremely dangerous and someone could get seriously injured. People are so fucking immature. You can get seriously by a firework that’s thrown out the window at you? YA THINK????? God, I swear, I hate Connecticut. Were kids this stupid just a few years ago when I was a teenager? I know I wasn’t, but then again I lived in Oklahoma and had friends that went cow tipping. I never went but they thought it was too much fun to hop in the back of a pickup and tip cows. *shrug* We’d be sitting in History before class starts and the guy with the pickup would say “Ya’ll wannah go cow-tippin tonight?” I guess you know you’re from Oklahoma when your friends would rather tip cows than go play pool.

Ha-ha, I’m hearing stories over here. This is the only fun thing about working in cubicles. People tell stories without thinking about who might be listening in. One of my co-workers moms apparently gets hysterical when she receives an envelope addressed something like. Mr. and Mrs. Bob Jones. She said that she is her own person and should be addressed as such. lol. It just amazes me because that’s the proper way to address an envelope to a couple, it’s not like it’s degrading. They’re not saying you’re not your own person. Someone’s got some issues.

Anyway, I should probably get to work or something.