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My emotional elevator is stuck between floors

09.11.01 @ 22:37
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Once again, my emotions have between acting like the business end of a yo-yo. For the most part I was pretty stable today.

I had a few callers I really wanted to strangle, and one lady I had to put on hold so I could laugh my head off with out being rude. In the technical support business, it is considered very bad form to tell the client "Ma'am don't take this the wrong way, but you appear to have the IQ of a brain damaged gerbil." I never really considered it a very technical piece of knowledge that one some one is giving you the address to a web site adn they say "forward slash gensupp". What you are supposed to type is /gensupp (as in http://domain.com/gensupp/....) but this caller must have been absent the day that secret was revealed. She was mad because a previous tech had given them the site for a patch they needed to download. They couldn't get it to download. I was verifying the site with them, and they read it back to me. My dective skills told me they had to be doing something wrong, so I asked them if they were using the / or the key. Then she started in becasue that's not what they were told, and they read it back she didnt' say the / key she said forward slash. Why didn't she explain that. (umm maybe because she still operates on the theory that most people have an IQ greater than that of the average guppie.). Of course it didn't help to hear everyone behind me laughing, and making jokes about how for some reason I always seem to get these people. ("Where on your computer do you want me to click??" "No Maam My Computer its an icon on your desktop" What's an icon, I have some words and a bunch of little pictures on my tv screen here"....ACK!!!).

Warren is at his dad's so after work I went to Wal-mart and picked up a new cd player. Its a cheapy, but I can't go any longer with out my cd's. I gotta have my tunes. I also picked up a Harry Potter movie magazine for my son. (*wink wink). I also picked up a few other odds and ends. Then I came home and discovered the eggs my son said he had put away, had not been put away, and apparently the cats know how to get into eggshells and get the goodies. Well at least eggs are cheap.

After I came home, I went upstairs and just sorta vegetated in front of this weekends ST:TNG marathon. Its Romulan vs. Vulcan tonight apparently. Cool, One can never have too much Mr. Spock. (He at least knows what Vulcan's are supposed to act like, not the ones on Enterprise who appear to have "issues". Vulcans don't have "issues". It isn't logical. ).

Tonight was also the night that I started the Hair Project (to borrow some Tig speak. I dyed my hair a lovely shade of auburn. Its called Lumina #55 Mahogony. But it is more like a really pretty shade of rust. I love it, so far. I love to dye my hair. I would like to try something more outragous some day. But I work in an office where clients come thru so I don't think our Supreme Commander would appreciate a hair color not normally found in nature. It also helped smack me out of the funk I was in tonight. (There were other things, but I am trying to keep this to a pg-13 diary so I won't get into that.) I always get this way when my seemingly high pile of cash from cashing my child support check starts to disappear. I still have too many things to cover. It always manages to work out, but my stomach can never seem to remember that.

I also just realized that I am hungry. I haven't eaten since lunch, but I havne't thought about it. That is highly unusual for me. I wish it would happen more often. Maybe then I would fit in to some pants I haven't worn in ages.

ARGG No DR.WHO tonight. they can't do this to me. It was bad enough I missed Providence. Granted they did have two episodes of Red Drawf, but I want my Tom Baker. He always cheers me up.

Off to go find what I did with my pop and chips I had earlier. Oh yeah. I also applied for Lip Service. Maybe if some one puts a topic for me, I will actually write something more intersting, than my usual incoherant rambings on Life the Universe, and everything else collecting dust in my brain.

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In every neighborhood there is at least one house that all the neighbors gossip about. This is a diary from the woman who lives in that house. I am a single mother in her mid thirties. I live in North Dakota with my son, Warren.

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