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Monday, 10 March 2008 03:46 pmPlease to imagine a sort of frenzied "FWOOOOOOOSH" noise here as I blow off steam. Because today has been very, very irritating. Oh, yea and verily has it inspired me with the desire to maim, worry, growl at and kill people and things. Day, how do I hate thee? Let me count the ways.
1. Took ill in the middle of dinner with jo&stv last night, feeling pale and weird and nauseous, which was a direct blow to the cosmic solar plexus on account of how stv's cooking was at the top of its already fine form last night, and I could only eat half my usual amount. Still feeling ick today, headachy and weird.
2. Couldn't send off the finished Miéville paper over the weekend, because the EL's computer is stuffed and my patience is not up to the careful timing of reboot, wait for mystic Windows boot processes to ruminatively complete, login, wait for mystic Iburst processes to ruminatively complete, and send in the five minutes available before the whole thing crashes. Forgot to send off paper when I arrived this morning, so suffered reproachful visit from the editor mid-morning, causing me to feel useless as well as ill.
3. Then, spent an hour and a half swearing at XP because it suddenly couldn't find the memory stick (containing said paper) it by gum found perfectly well on Friday. Turned out it had randomly and spontaneously renamed it as F:, and identified it as a network drive, which is why I couldn't find it to rename it. I snapped pencils in the course of this little episode, and scared one poor, hapless student very, very badly. I assume this is something to do with automatic Windows updates, to which we are subject will we or no, and how much do I hate this? Oh, so very, very much.
4. The students are being unusually annoying. The last date to change their courses was Friday. A metric buttload of them are wandering into my office and being variously angry, shocked, horrified, annoyed, accuatory or tearful when I tell them they're too late.
5. The voicemail system, which is an ornery dinosaur with very little in the way of actual functionality, insists on ringing me back about a voicemail which I don't want to hear, and I haven't had time for the 43 keystrokes, swearing, and sacrificial goat necessary to make it stop. I don't want voicemail. My life is complicated enough without voicemail. There is no actual way to switch it off. This causes me to steam gently at the ears.
6. The internets, always painfully slow at my Cherished Institution, are falling over momentarily and randomly at intervals, just because they can.
7. The milk for my tea is off.
8. PMT.
On the upside, Tin Machine has suitably angry lyrics.
1. Took ill in the middle of dinner with jo&stv last night, feeling pale and weird and nauseous, which was a direct blow to the cosmic solar plexus on account of how stv's cooking was at the top of its already fine form last night, and I could only eat half my usual amount. Still feeling ick today, headachy and weird.
2. Couldn't send off the finished Miéville paper over the weekend, because the EL's computer is stuffed and my patience is not up to the careful timing of reboot, wait for mystic Windows boot processes to ruminatively complete, login, wait for mystic Iburst processes to ruminatively complete, and send in the five minutes available before the whole thing crashes. Forgot to send off paper when I arrived this morning, so suffered reproachful visit from the editor mid-morning, causing me to feel useless as well as ill.
3. Then, spent an hour and a half swearing at XP because it suddenly couldn't find the memory stick (containing said paper) it by gum found perfectly well on Friday. Turned out it had randomly and spontaneously renamed it as F:, and identified it as a network drive, which is why I couldn't find it to rename it. I snapped pencils in the course of this little episode, and scared one poor, hapless student very, very badly. I assume this is something to do with automatic Windows updates, to which we are subject will we or no, and how much do I hate this? Oh, so very, very much.
4. The students are being unusually annoying. The last date to change their courses was Friday. A metric buttload of them are wandering into my office and being variously angry, shocked, horrified, annoyed, accuatory or tearful when I tell them they're too late.
5. The voicemail system, which is an ornery dinosaur with very little in the way of actual functionality, insists on ringing me back about a voicemail which I don't want to hear, and I haven't had time for the 43 keystrokes, swearing, and sacrificial goat necessary to make it stop. I don't want voicemail. My life is complicated enough without voicemail. There is no actual way to switch it off. This causes me to steam gently at the ears.
6. The internets, always painfully slow at my Cherished Institution, are falling over momentarily and randomly at intervals, just because they can.
7. The milk for my tea is off.
8. PMT.
On the upside, Tin Machine has suitably angry lyrics.
