meximick's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Back from holiday Alright, first things first - who the hell stole the speakers from my computer? One thing in my job I cannot abide by is a lack of music, and I just got a new disc and got to work extra early just to catch up with the day I missed last Friday and to rock. So I'm at a new desk, and it's not as bad as I would have thought because I'm still hidden behind a cubicle wall, back against the wall. Two salespeople's wives just had babies and I couldn't care less. I honestly don't care for any of my co-workers and probably would not enjoy spending any amount of time with them in a non-work setting. I go out of my way to know as little as possible about their personal lives as I can. Mean, huh? And now I can't even get any sound out of my computer and I'm pretty angry now because I'm back at miseryjob, backed up with work with no music, after having a nice drunken holiday back home last week. Thanksgiving fucking rules. I wish there was Thanksgiving every month. Not so much for the thanks part - that's really nice and all, but I'm in it mostly for the food part. We prolly should have spent a bit more "quality time" with the family instead of, you know, going to the casino to gamble money we didn't have, but what's done is done. I hear congenial laughter in the reception area, and it irritates me.I'm not grumpy, and I don't have the fucking "Mondays". I'm just really disappointed to be back here so soon. It'll pass though... I had a good time off. Lots of sitting and eating and drinking lots of beer and smoking pot and flying in airplanes and such. Got into Syracuse late Wednesday. Drunk. The layover in Baltimore was kind to Mark and I. Sure, we spent an unnecessary amount of money for overpriced airport bar drinks, but we did get pretty plastered. On the flight from Baltimore to Syracuse, even though I don't think they were going to offer cocktails on such a short flight, I asked anyway, and a kickass flight attendant named Missy gave me and Mark 3 gin & tonics and a scotch - free. Yeah, she was digging me.And I'm not 100% sure, but I think I love her. Ahhh... I found out why I have no speakers. The computer tech just told me that he was told by a certain miserable backstabbing rich Westchester County Republican fuck that those speakers, which I have had since I started here in the middle of July are "not for this computer", and were taken from me after I left on Wednesday afternoon. I told the tech that I would definitely go insane if I were denied sound, so things are happening. I can't do any work because I may have just opened the 'Melissa' computer virus that was in my Outlook inbox.So I can't complain too much, I guess... 12:25:08 - 2000-11-27 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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