what a waste of a day
Aug. 29th, 2006 09:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7So. I ran out the door, almost too late to catch the bus, got to work, and found out... I wasn't on the schedule. We haven't started our new schedule yet.
I was off today.
FUCK.
The next bus didn't come for over two hours.
So I was a wuss and called Z, and invited him out to lunch. We ate at Charlie the Butcher's, and he dropped me off at home. Whereupon I was too annoyed to get very much done. At least I got a brief nap, and feel better.
I also spent far too long looking at the Internet. I really think I should become a porn star. It'd involve far less bus-taking, work-schedule annoyance. However, it would involve a lot more other annoyances, so, it's a toss-up. (heh heh heh. Sorry, Beavis lives in my brain somewhere.)
The best thing I found all day, however, was this picture, which is actually marginally work-safe. The model is giving the photographer a thumbs-up because, while for those of us with more conventional lives, that garment would be considered ill-fitting, but in her case, given that she makes her living by having her clothes not fit, it is perfect. Because I've never had this happen before, oh no. (Her name, btw, is Eden Mor, she is a native of Haifa, Israel, and those are her actual real breasts. They are HHs. I don't imagine she has many bikinis that actually fit, though judging by that sunburn she must do all right. From the background, she is actually on vacation in this shoot, which is also highly amusing to me.)
The other awesome thing I got was the picture I am going to use as the icon for this post as soon as I upload it. How great is that picture? It makes me giggle. [eta: I can't get it uploaded; despite its being 100x85 pixels, LJ keeps giving me an error message that it can't be over 100 pixels, even though it isn't, so, no scary new icon for me.]
I was pondering, today, on an important (not breasts-related!) question.
My new schedule, if it ever starts, will have me working four weekdays a week.
This means that either I will have to start kicking Z out the door to get on the bus more, or I will have to start taking the bus more, or I will have to buy a car.
Either I buy a car, or I do something about my preposterous computer situation. The iBook no longer boots up. The Powerbook has no battery life, no wireless, and also still has a bunch of Z's files on it so he consistently steals it to do work on it again. It cannot be left unplugged and the only way I can get files from my primary computer onto it and back again is by plugging it into the router, running into the other room where my computer is, and dragging the files into an iChat (Bonjour) window, then running back to click OK, and repeating for each file. I had a nice synch utility on the iBook but it somehow got corrupted and started deleting things, so, um, I stopped, because the point of it is to safely transfer files... but I digress.
So, to any of you who think it must be nice to live with a computer scientist / sysadmin... Eh.
I am strongly, strongly tempted to not get the car (what, $5k for a decent car, plus about $400/yr insurance, plus gas, plus maintenance, plus having to find a place to park the bloody thing (no on-street parking here in winter and the driveway is barely one car wide), plus having to leave my house progressively earlier and earlier as it doesn't matter when I leave, I always miss the parking shuttle by one minute, plus... Eh.) and to instead buy myself a new laptop, one I can put all my files onto, so that I no longer have the problem of never having the most recent version of whatever current project to hand.
Also a new iPod (with a student ID, which I can get, I can get one for freeish), and a nice laptop bag so Z doesn't keep stealing the one I use and emptying it out (with the result that this morning's futile bus ride was done with half my stuff missing because he'd recently dumped out the bag)...
And it'd still cost less than the car, even with a monthly bus pass thrown in.
Does that make me a wanton consumer? But I'll never finish this fucking novel, with the horrible state of ennui I've been in all month, if I can't bloody find the files I need on the rare occasions when I can summon the brainpower to be productive (which is mostly when I'm sitting paralyzed with boredom on the cold tile floor down by the baggage claim).
I was off today.
FUCK.
The next bus didn't come for over two hours.
So I was a wuss and called Z, and invited him out to lunch. We ate at Charlie the Butcher's, and he dropped me off at home. Whereupon I was too annoyed to get very much done. At least I got a brief nap, and feel better.
I also spent far too long looking at the Internet. I really think I should become a porn star. It'd involve far less bus-taking, work-schedule annoyance. However, it would involve a lot more other annoyances, so, it's a toss-up. (heh heh heh. Sorry, Beavis lives in my brain somewhere.)
The best thing I found all day, however, was this picture, which is actually marginally work-safe. The model is giving the photographer a thumbs-up because, while for those of us with more conventional lives, that garment would be considered ill-fitting, but in her case, given that she makes her living by having her clothes not fit, it is perfect. Because I've never had this happen before, oh no. (Her name, btw, is Eden Mor, she is a native of Haifa, Israel, and those are her actual real breasts. They are HHs. I don't imagine she has many bikinis that actually fit, though judging by that sunburn she must do all right. From the background, she is actually on vacation in this shoot, which is also highly amusing to me.)
The other awesome thing I got was the picture I am going to use as the icon for this post as soon as I upload it. How great is that picture? It makes me giggle. [eta: I can't get it uploaded; despite its being 100x85 pixels, LJ keeps giving me an error message that it can't be over 100 pixels, even though it isn't, so, no scary new icon for me.]
I was pondering, today, on an important (not breasts-related!) question.
My new schedule, if it ever starts, will have me working four weekdays a week.
This means that either I will have to start kicking Z out the door to get on the bus more, or I will have to start taking the bus more, or I will have to buy a car.
Either I buy a car, or I do something about my preposterous computer situation. The iBook no longer boots up. The Powerbook has no battery life, no wireless, and also still has a bunch of Z's files on it so he consistently steals it to do work on it again. It cannot be left unplugged and the only way I can get files from my primary computer onto it and back again is by plugging it into the router, running into the other room where my computer is, and dragging the files into an iChat (Bonjour) window, then running back to click OK, and repeating for each file. I had a nice synch utility on the iBook but it somehow got corrupted and started deleting things, so, um, I stopped, because the point of it is to safely transfer files... but I digress.
So, to any of you who think it must be nice to live with a computer scientist / sysadmin... Eh.
I am strongly, strongly tempted to not get the car (what, $5k for a decent car, plus about $400/yr insurance, plus gas, plus maintenance, plus having to find a place to park the bloody thing (no on-street parking here in winter and the driveway is barely one car wide), plus having to leave my house progressively earlier and earlier as it doesn't matter when I leave, I always miss the parking shuttle by one minute, plus... Eh.) and to instead buy myself a new laptop, one I can put all my files onto, so that I no longer have the problem of never having the most recent version of whatever current project to hand.
Also a new iPod (with a student ID, which I can get, I can get one for freeish), and a nice laptop bag so Z doesn't keep stealing the one I use and emptying it out (with the result that this morning's futile bus ride was done with half my stuff missing because he'd recently dumped out the bag)...
And it'd still cost less than the car, even with a monthly bus pass thrown in.
Does that make me a wanton consumer? But I'll never finish this fucking novel, with the horrible state of ennui I've been in all month, if I can't bloody find the files I need on the rare occasions when I can summon the brainpower to be productive (which is mostly when I'm sitting paralyzed with boredom on the cold tile floor down by the baggage claim).
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Date: 2006-08-30 02:46 pm (UTC)I think what I'll do is to take the difference in cost between the laptop and car, and stick that money into a savings account or a CD or something useful, so I don't spend it on anything else. Because if something happens, like I change jobs or something, and I need a car, I don't want to have been the idiot who bought herself a computer she didn't *need* need instead.
Cuz where I grew up, a car is a necessity and a computer ain't.