usmcsis's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- howdy from Inbred Joe good morning one and all. so here i am at work, writing this all out longhand because i have no internet access in the office. (uhaul blows goats) so i've started writing in this big 5 subject notebook recently. since i have to keep a journal of my "Daily 3 Good Things About Myself" everyday, i bring my notebook down to work with me and jot them down throughout the day as i think of them. actually, i'm supposed to write them down and say them to myself in the mirror first thing every morning but i decided to alter that part of the exercise. after all, some days it takes me 2 or 3 hours and sometimes longer to come up with 3 things. i'd have to start getting up at 3 in the morning to do it that way. and personally, i value my sleep way more than my self esteem. one does have to have priorities in life. lol so here i am at work with my handy dandy notebook. (blue's clue's rocks btw, except for the fact that that steve dude wears a slightly freddy kruger-ish sweater every day which i find mildly disturbing.) so i'm actually writing! yay me. i'm not working on my fic but i am writing. so here's my rant for the day. or perhaps i shoudl say my "first" rant of the day. after all, it is only 9:30 and i've only have like 3 or 4 customers so far this morning. and surprising most of them have been relatively intelligent. but then, most of the rilly stupid people aren't awake yet. that reminds me, i have to wake jeff up at 10... =) so where was i? oh yeah, todays rant. *clears throat* my rant for today, titled uhaul blows goats.
so uhaul is a multi-million dollar company right. where the hell does their money go? i can tell what they aren't spending it on...
our computer is one big pile of beige plastic poo. shit, all of it is shit. the mouse doesn't roll, the keys on the keyboard stick, the monitor blinks, the modem has to be restarted 5 or 6 times a day on a good day, and the printer doesn't print. garbage i tell you, it's all garbage. so my printer, the king of all harware shit, died this morning for what appears to be the final time. *by the way, my modem was first runner up in the Little Mister King of Hardware Shit pagent, so he gets to take over for the printer should he have any conflict leaving him unable to fulfill the duties of his crown.* and no, i have not been smoking crack today. so anyway, i had been on hold for 20 minutes trying to get in touch with the IT department at our home office earlier and was seriously contemplating lugging the whole friggin system out into the road and paying the UPS man to drive over it a few times. then i remembered that i was broke. luckily, just as i was wondering if it would "technically" be prostitution to trade the UPS man sexual favors in exchange for him driving his truck over the computer a couple of times and smashing it into a million pieces, my call was finally answered. i explained the problem to Inbred Joe in the IT department who is apparently related to Inbred Janice in Payroll, Inbred Melanie and Inbred Scott in Marketing and all the Inbred operators who aren't important enough to have names. in case you were wondering, i am of the opinion that all employees of uhaul inc's corporate office in arizona are related and thus the gene pool is sufficently shallow enough for drake to walk in it without getting his ankles wet. and i'm not the only one with this opinion either. where was i? oh, right, so Inbred Joe saved me from prostituting myself to the UPS man in exchange for complete and utter destruction of my computer by telling me that the virginia tech (hey, that's a college lol) would be by sometime before i close tonight at 7pm. (i was speaking to Inbred Joe at 8:30am) and if, for some reason, the tech couldn't get here today, he would positively be here sometime tomorrow or friday or perhaps monday. big help there Inbred Joe. thanks a friggin million. what we do without you brilliant IT guys? now go take another 2 hour coffee break with your girlfriend/mom/grandma/sister/first cousin. (the reason i was on hold for so long before Inbred Joe took my call was because he, the only person in the IT dept at that time of day, was on break) and yes, for those of you who read the title of this entry, Inbred Joe did in fact answer the phone by saying howdy. toodles 9:10 am - 30 Jan 2002 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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