Text exchange with Alpha Geek:
Me: Gyroscopes are cool.
He: Best 1920s technology evah!
Jan 272012
Jan 262012
I seem to have gotten a reputation for being the computer geek. For several months now, if someone has a computer-related problem, they come ask me.
I don’t know why; I never claimed to be an expert, and half the time I don’t know the answer, either. But I’m happy to do what I can.
Now my apparent expertise seems to be expanding to include legal matters. This afternoon one of the other ladies came over to me to ask about a problem with one of her clients. A company was making monthly debits from their checking account that they hadn’t authorized—probably one of those barely-legit schemes that calls you up to “verify your information” to sign you up for something, who talked to one of the non-English-speaking employees who didn’t really understand what they were agreeing to.
They tried to call the merchant to cancel it, but couldn’t reach them. They told the bank the charges weren’t authorized, but the bank kept allowing them. It’s been going on for months.
“They shouldn’t be able to do that, should they?” asked my co-worker. “But the bank won’t do anything.”
I told her they should call the state attorney general. That’s what I’d try at this point if it were happening to my bank account; if the AG is the wrong place to call, they could at least tell me the right place. Hell, it’s not like I have any special legal knowledge.
I think I’ve figured out why they’re coming to me with questions. I often don’t know the answer, but I’m usually pretty good at figuring out where to go for the answer. So someone comes and asks me something, I don’t know either, but between the two of us we can find out. So we all get smarter together. Yay!
Stupid Period
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Jan 132012
(TMI warning. Squeamish males may want to hit the pageback button now.)
My monthly courses tend to follow a pattern. A day or two of anemic flow, a day when my uterus attempts to eject itself from my body, and another day or two of anemic flow. During that middle one, I carry half a dozen maxipads with me to work. Usually that’s enough.
Yesterday was the main event, periodically speaking. The cramps, the clots, the constant abdominal ache, the period shits. Yeah, guys (if you’re still reading), this is why we get cranky.
Last night I went to bed wearing a tampon and a maxipad. When I woke up the bed still looked like a scene from Hostel. Dammit. I’m not a fan of getting older, but I sure won’t miss this crap.
Just to add to my fun, the vent hose to the dryer has come loose. I don’t know who designs these things, but the screw I need to tighten to clamp it back down is under an overhang with three inches of clearance. My screwdriver is seven or eight inches long. Who the hell designs these things?!
