You thought I was going to disappear for another week, didn't you? Oh, you were hoping for it. Oh, I see. Well then, too bad.

 

Yeah, last night I told someone her "unmountable boot volume" could probably be easily fixed so she brought it right over. Well, that was before I knew explorer.exe was corrupted and her machine had all kinds of nasties running around inside it. So she was like, oh I'll pick it up tomorrow at 2:30.

 

What the assertive person would have said was "I'll get back to you about that." rather then spending my entire evening on some crappy, not worth it, pirated XP version, Pentium THREE machine. But what I, however, said was something akin to "okay, whatever."

 

When will they ever learn? Oh when will they ever learn?

 

In my defense I didn't know her machine would then take me three freaking hours to get clean. Piece of advice for you: GET A MAC.

 

You, yes you. Do it. Right now. I'll wait.

 

Anyway, that took me till about 11:00 so by then I just wanted to be done with the whole thing. Thanks PC, for sapping my will. Love ya!

 

So yesterday. Did the shopping, that was fine. Went to the mortgage place to bring the laptop back. Stopped in to see about Helen's machine at the hotel. Just more infections. Made more chocolate ice cream to use up that cream I had left over. I bought more then one serving in case I did… something… wrong, yeah, with the first batch because I hadn't done it before, that's the ticket. Going to try peach frozen yogurt this week. Love that ice cream though. Oh yes. 

 

Read. Made calls. Done.

 

Today was pretty busy, went to took up a new printer for the other hotel lady. Then tried to get someone's crappy old camera to work with win7 (no such luck) so I gave him a card reader I had kicking around. Then saw my bestist buddy Bruce who claimed the "cleaning people" did something to the cord I gave him to recharge his power wheelchair, and the other like six I also gave him were in some far off dimension "in a box someplace" in his tiny two room apartment. Hate you Bruce. I forgot to take his stupid ink cartridges, I was scheduled to go there friday to get them and then get him some new ones, guess I'm not the smart one either. If I had remembered, I could have done this at my leisure and just dropped them off at that time friday. Crap. I blame the stench and wanting to get away from the flabby guy who really, really, really needs to put on a freaking shirt.

 

Got a printer working again, it was kinda weird. The HP software thinger found it, and I could ping it, but I couldn't see the printer webpage and it wouldn't accept documents. I just turned it off and back on and everything was just peachy again. Of course after plugging it in to the router. I love how people make things not three feet from each other wireless, when plugging in a wire they already own is much more secure and stable. Whatever.

 

Then back home to each lunch, as I had forgotten it. Sigh. Out at 3:00 to see about that Flashing Question Mark Mac that must have just been a loose connector, I took them out and put them back, and it was fine.

 

Three for tomorrow, Dr. Jay's RAM install, round two of setting up Pat's laptop and getting rid of her crappy desktop now that I have a suitable power cable for her and Even who's probably infected himself from porn sites again.

 

Need I repeat myself?

 

GET.

 

A.

 

MAC.

 

I know, I know, then they wouldn't call me. It's a tough life.

 

Pretty nice weather today, but I see a lot of raindrops on my weather widget for the extended future. And the leaves are changing. And it's not even 8:00 and it's totally dark outside. Fall swiftly comes to pass again.

 

Oh, oh! I made a bet with myself on Sunday when I was thinking about how we only had three more months in 2011 and how I've already got some christmas shopping done already (vulgar, I know) that, "I bet the next time I go into K-Mart, they'll have christmas trees up!"

 

I won the bet.

 

But the odds were so low, I actually lost money.

 

Let that be a lesson to you: never make a sure bet, even with yourself.