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Exceeded My Expectations

09 07 09 - 20:40 I expected today to suck. It did that, and more. Oh yes, today was worthless. First there was the morning. This would have been better spent in bed, given that I would have come out ahead if I had done so. Then came the afternoon. This was pointless and hateful.

Allow me to elaborate, as that's presumably why you're here. "Man, my life is much better then that guys. Glad I'm not him." Right? You know I am.

So my 10:00 is twenty some minutes away. Foolishly following the directions of google maps I go 390S and realize the exit numbers are getting smaller and I need them to get bigger. But wait, right here is the road I need, because 390 makes a sort of S curve and touches it twice. But how far down am I? Naturally, I turn in the wrong direction. I stop and check where I need to go. This is made more complex by the fact the road I'm looking for is called Crittenden. Unknown to me at that time was that there are like three Crittenden roads all within a mile of each other. Naturally I head to the wrong one. I realize this early on but it's possible I just haven't gone this way before so I see the road through to the end. Well, I'm on Crittenden, where is the thing I'm looking for? Oh, look, there's another street with the same name. So I then head towards that one. Oh goody, construction! Finally I get there. It's this apartment complex, so I go up to the call panel and dial the number. (I am of course about 15 minutes late) It rings ONE time and goes to "talking". I say hello? Hello? Guy? Are you there, guy? It cuts me off and goes back to "dial the number". I try this several more times. There is a number for the office, which connects me. For about 10 seconds. I say who I am, who I am looking for, what the panel is doing. She says he might be out, she doesn't know how the panel is supposed to work. Do I have an alternate number . It cut me off again. I realize I don't have his phone number written down here because I'm an idiot. There are about 20 wireless points with one bar where I am standing so I hop on one and go to whitepages. I look him up. But that number doesn't seem familiar, and it's no good anyway because I don't see a phone anywhere. Stupid mobile phones. So I try to drive home. Whoops, oh, I can't, the construction has moved up to EXACTLY BLOCK THE ENTRANCE TO 390 I NEED. fanTAStic. I finally get home at 11:15, having left the house at 9:40 and what do I have to show for it? A pen I found in the parking lot. Yeah, that'll help pay my mortgage. No really, I could use it to sign the check!

I have about 45 minutes before I need to call someone, I can get a comic penciled. Look at that, something actually accomplished! Too bad it won't pay the bills either.

So I call Mr. Can't-Get-Online. I worked for him once on May 13th, just before I started blogging. His problem then was he locked his internet connection out via his firewall. I was sure that, as it took me 40 minutes to drive there that I would have taken out this Trend Micro product and put in something different. But apparently, I did not. So he calls that he's having trouble again and I (incorrectly thinking it must be something else this time) have him run through some stuff by calling him at 12:00ish. No dice. So I leave for my 1:00, a guy who, ultimately, forgot his quicken username and thus, couldn't log in. More time wasted.

So out to Brockport and I learn I didn't take his crappy lockout internet program away last time, and that, once again, that's his problem. I'm there all of ten seconds. I guess I'm supposed to remember everything, for every customer, ever. I mean, I went over with him what it was LAST time in case it happened again. But did he even try that? What do you think? I hate everything.

Another 40 minutes driving and I pull in. No camera, boo. So I sit down to work on the Story Helper. And who should call, but my good buddy, Lou!

I figure, "the day is already ruined, why not put a capper on it go talk to the crazy guy?" Very odd problem with Publisher 95 (this is Lou, remember) where the last line of his business card wasn't printing. Weird. Retyped it and it was fine.

My camera showed up by the time I got back. Popped in the batteries! Nothing. AARRGGG. Can the Energizer charger I have not handle the Duracell batteries I had to buy? The store didn't have any energizer AAA ones, but I figured, "hey, they're the same type of battery, what does the charger care?" But camera no workies. It'll briefly flash on if I plug it into USB and the camera mounts as a card, so I think it'll work. I just have to go buy another charger. Of course, if they had the batteries I WANTED but NO.

Then helped hook an xbox up over the phone. Was it that hard? Apparently. Hey, maybe I can finally get back to programming? But I only have 45 minutes, you can't get in the "state of yo" and get any real work done in that time. I figured out how to get the text box to tell me when a character is entered, thus I can take the contents and render it into the preview part of the window.

Ate dinner- realized, whoops, I need to wrap Heather's gift for tomorrow. Oh crap! I totally forgot to think up a card! *furiously thinks* Okay, got that done. And now it's 8:30. Sigh. Perhaps tomorrow shall be better? I leave you with this thought

When we can't use actual vinegar to flavor our Salt & Vinegar chips, something's gone terribly, terribly wrong. Is it really easier to make something that tastes like Vinegar then to just use Vinegar? I don't get it.

Current Mood: At least I'm an orange.

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