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21 July 1998
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21 July 1998
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Today you're all in my post office. And I'm not happy. So be careful.
One of the problems with software is that it can annoy you to the point of homicide and still be too boring to describe. Shop talk is always a little eyeglazing for an outsider, sure, but at most jobs, the real issues are social - who's an asshole, who's boinking who, political games. The appeal of gossip is pretty universal.
The appeal of hidden Dynamic Link Library files that make you restart six times, each time sitting there waiting for the LILO prompt to come up because the fucking NT installation isn't the default one and if you turn your head for five SECONDS you'll end up watching Linux fsck the whole drive, god knows why but it seems to do it every time it starts up...
Well, it's not universal.
So we'll just take the details as read and get to the point, which is that this whole day has been wasted, the rest of it looks likely to, and I think possibly I might have had too much coffee. Was odd; someone else here was sitting around at my desk most of the day, why exactly I'm not sure, some kind of homeopathic software cure attempt. She would occasionally burst out laughing while she watched me whack away at this crap, and say "You're really mad, aren't you?"
Smile carefully. Continue typing. No, don't look at that stapler. Remember, they don't let you smoke in jail anymore.
Unusual weather this week, sunny on the weekend and foggy so far during the week. Makes me worry. That's too close to the way you would want it to be, which means someone's being set up for a fall. Speaking of which, I saw a leaf do that yesterday. Suppose it's early yet but since we don't have seasons as such here, why not? I still remember when I moved to the East Coast for the first time and saw September. "OH! Fall! I get it now!"
Well I suppose I should go upstairs and see if I can salvage some small piece of this day. Or, I might just go get wasted. Will I be able to tell?
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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author is definitely
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