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I wrote T an email. I organized everything i've been told I'm working on, and told her what I was doing on each thing. I told her in 24-point bold red letters that I really need her to approve the text on the webpages, and that I don't give a shit about the graphics and she should maybe do the ten pages I need instead of doing one and spending an hour trying to get the spaces between the bullet points to be smaller. Seriously, that's what she did last time.
She'll probably be offended, even though I was actually pretty diplomatic and lighthearted about it (except for the 24-point-red bold text). But whatever. I don't give a fuck. My 3-month project has been held up for over 2 weeks by her failure to do the one thing I need of her, and it's making ME look bad. It's something only she thinks is strictly necessary, as well.
If she doesn't do anything today on my project, I'm going to tell her that I can't wait any longer, and I'm printing them out and giving them to our operations manager.
Of course, her response will be that it's my fault she hasn't done it, because I didn't nag her to. I told her that I am not a nagger and cannot do it, but she simply said I'd have to learn. Yes, I have to change to adapt to the stupid way she works. No... sorry. If she won't work with me, then I won't work with her. At least I'll be organized. She can get her panties in a wad if she can reach them.

Laundry Day and Updated Client!

The music button didn't work on my Mac client, so at Dave's direction I found a new updated version. Now it works, yay!

We did laundry today after work. It was nice. I left work early and walked home in my sandals-- I hadn't planned on it, but it was so sunny all day long I thought the mud would be somewhat dried up. I was wrong, but it wasn't too bad after all. I kind of... tiptoed. i wouldn't recommend doing that route in anything open-toed as a general practice, but this once it was okay.

I like walking in the afternoon. It was pleasant and sunny and all the locals were out doing their thing. teenage girls sunbathing, people walking their beautiful purebred dogs, people gardening in their impeccably groomed gardens, people practicing piano... and one person practicing drumset, which amused me to no end.
I packed up all the laundry and struggled down the street with it, getting a lot of amused looks. I'd put the clothes in the washers when Dave arrived, and he went down the street and got us Chinese takeout, which we sat and ate while the clothes washed. I ended up pretty much doing the laundry, but it suited me fine because I'm a control freak. I was happy Dave was there, though. It's one thing to do the laundry, but another thing to do it alone.
So, it was fun. The laundromat here is impeccably, obsessively clean. There's always someone there, and that person is almost always cleaning. Amazing. You could eat off the washers. Hell, you could eat off the floor. Which is kind of nice. The folding tables are incredibly impeccable. So it's pleasant to do laundry there, it's just as much of a pain as going to the laundromat generally is.
So...
we have clean laundry.

We're pondering installing IM on Groke, the ancient SE-30. I think it would be really cool to decorate one's house with functioning obsolete computers. I'd love a Cube whatsit-- the not-so-old mac thingies that were a little better than imacs but not quite the big tower ones. They sound cute. Mac G4 Cube. I just looked it up on the Apple History (unofficial but detailed) website and it's really cute.
So anyhow. Dave has an Apple IIE, and I could scare up a probably-still-working Win 95 486, though it's not very exciting...
That would have to be someday when i have a spacious abode and fear no penny-pinching for electric bills. Alternately, I would need solar cells all over my roof.

Ok. Time to go someplace else. Byebye.