2010-07-21:

But yeah, mostly half hour jobs interspersed with half an hour of driving. Fun. The good thing was, because I usually overestimate my time, I managed to get things done early, not that cut down on driving or whatever.

And then I got another 7 calls again today. Looking back at my calendar I haven't had a booked solid week like this in months. Why, suddenly, out of the blue, all this work? All this crappy, make-no-money, drive from Fairport to Chili to Hilton, work? (I charge half hours, it would look pretty bad to be someplace for fifteen minutes and change them an hour) Looks a little bit more substantial tomorrow, but again, five scheduled. Blows my mind.

Hail today. Hail! Like pelt you with ice, pea sized chunks of falling sky. Rained pretty hard where I was for quite a while. Oh, right. The guy who put the numbers up on the "adult community" or whatever they're calling it now is mad. MAD I tell you. They had some fun I bet, like "Okay, here's 173, let's put 193 right next to it instead of 183. We'll put 183 way over there. Across from the 500s. Muwahahahahahah!"  It is my sincere hope he or she steps in something very unpleasant soon and is laughed at by a six year old. 

What? I'm not a monster. Okay, I lied, I want him dead. But only a little bit. Maybe just a terminal cancer for two months that clears spontaneously. Nothing with any side to it. 

Spent way too much time driving around that place just trying to find the 180s. And what's the point of having a cell phone and calling the person to say "I am near the pool. It is across from 173 and 193. Where is 183? What am I missing?" if they don't answer?

Game saturday, maybe we'll finally clear the adventure from two weeks ago. After all, not many weeks left before it's bye-bye Sean.

Apple posted record profits again, like anyone's surprised. Nearly 4 million Macs sold. So where are they all? Because I'm not seeing them.

Oh, right, I repair computers, but I'm talking about Macs. Huh.

And speaking of that, I hate windows, did you know?