But really, I was going to try changing Oneesan's oil, but it had started raining, and I didn't relish clamoring about under the car looking for oil drain plugs in the rain. So I demurred. Plenty of time tomorrow. So what did I accomplish today?

 

Perhaps the better question is what I done, rather then "accomplished". Pretty quiet, work wise. Called the place in Canandaigua, who had some printer issue. From what she said she was just missing the ethernet cable, and three weeks. Yes, apparently this problem has been known for three weeks, but now it's oh-so-suddenly become important to get it done by tomorrow. Uh huh. So I suggested buying one locally. She called back and said, no, that was plugged in, it was something else. So I walked her through things again, and she had the most bizarre IP address ever known to man, but the printer said "ready" and so I had her send a test page. All the while she's going ON AND ON about how she "doesn't even have a computer at home" (totally false) which is, of course, totally irrelevant, because all she has to do is follow my exact instructions and read me what the screen says. And she has the GALL to say I have an attitude? Lady, you want more than the *click* of a hung up phone out of me, yes in fact you want me to drive nearly an hour, each way (wasting a whole morning or afternoon) on what will either be something amazingly simple or a hardware problem I can do nothing about, don't you DARE say anything about my "attitude". Because, yes, maybe I was getting tired of you not being able to follow simple directions, or even know what a right click is. But I was willing to help you, even drive down there if I had to, so even if I do have a perceived "attitude", you keep quiet about it until I've done what you want. I don't call you an idiot to your face, do I? Heaven knows I wanted to, but there are some things you just don't say. Anyway, we sent a test page to the printer, and from the computer's standpoint, it printed great, because there was no error message, and the queue was empty. Huh. So I agreed to drive all the way down there, but thankfully she rubbed her two brain cells together and decided to get someone closer, thank goodness. Oh yeah, and I knew because her boss had told me (the person I originally talked to) that several other people had already looked at it, so I'm not sure what they wanted me to do anyway. Because it sounds like it's new printer time. 

 

So I did NOT have a lovely drive down there, thank goodness. And I've got news for her, unless her car was built in the 1970s, it's run by millions of lines of code, making it A COMPUTER. Oh look, your phone stores numbers, the missed calls list, messages, etc? Why, I think it's a computer too! Cell Phone? More computer power then put a man on the moon right there. What about that cable box? Yup, that's one too. So to say one does not "have a computer at home" (how do you live?) is a bit of an incorrect statement. Moron.

 

Instead I passed the time more pleasantly watching the last disk of Supernatural. Wow, did everybody just betray everybody, or what? If Season 5 starts with them being whisked back in time to prevent all this from happening, I'm just taking the disk out and giving it back. Because so far it's exactly what we went through at Demon Gate High. If we hadn't done two years ago, I would have said Sean lifted the whole thing for his plot (which would be fine) but wow, the similarities are really spooky. I mean, really. Spooky. Same "angels getting orders they think are from God- but are they?", "getting helped by demons", "end of the world", crazy man.

 

Did my one job, he just had a bunch of little things. Then off to deliver the dust cover and iPod FM tuner to Bobby. Back home, ate dinner, read a bit, totally cleaned up as I kind of, uh, missed it Sunday.

 

Only one call today? Didn't even reach them. Well, I have something first thing tomorrow morning, then I'll probably try him back. Change my oil. That sort of thing.