Hello, Hello?
6 December 2000
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Hello, Hello?
6 December 2000
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10:52 AM: Ah, the joys of mobile telecommunications. Now I can be even more uncomfortably on hold, with a phone that's way too small to do the ear-shoulder thing, while I'm logged on at the same time!!! Will wonders never cease. Speaking of things that aren't wonders, the DSL line is still out (guess who I'm holding for). Three days now. Tree's still gone. So is everyone else. I love life.
11:21 PM: Or, not. Dumb mobile cut off while I was on hold, I didn't even know. And they couldn't call me back because I don't have call waiting. although, hmm... I got a beep while I was on the phone later. So it does. Who knows.
God, what a day. I woke up way too early. The dialup line has been dying on and off. Usually, of course, while editing files. I didn't even try to go into work because I was so knackered by 2 PM. Waiting and waiting for DNAI to call me back, they never did. Now someone is coming out tomorrow afternoon. Meanwhile I have my Monthly Task to do and it's due Tuesday. And I have to hand-count all those ballots. Ah me, a wuss's work is never done.
Now that I'm totally exposed to the treefucker neighbors in the back, I finally had to do something about the window that looks at them sans curtain. So I put up my big campaign poster from Willy Brown's first election run. Let them eat Frank Jordan.
God I want to quit. Why? So I never have to leave the house again. Also I hate what I'm doing. But more the former, I think. Hmm, maybe not a good idea. Plus that health insurance/recession/options/danger thing. And being a big scaredy cat.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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