There are DAYS and then there are days like yesterday.
i may have met my match in conversation. The one guy who can actually play my game and totally distract and run me in circles. He makes me want to scream and yell and kill him but then laugh, too, so i walk away confused as to who won that round.
i don't know why i even speak to him, he is so frustrating. He does not read much and he has satellite TV for the sports channels. He watches GOLF on TV. He has never heard of Johnny Bravo. He is a bumbling matchmaker with all the finesse of tuna in a bucket. He can also be very sweet and funny and sarcastic. i still don't know why i speak to him after his ham-fisted attempts at setting me up against my will with someone we both know. i was mortified. And he has an air horn.
Add all that to the suspicious kudos i got for my handling of the previous day's disaster and the fact that i had to change all my passwords because when i came in my 'Documents' file on my start menu had shortcuts in it for file on my personal drive that i had not opened the day before. i was so creeped out. There's nothing so personal in there, since the LAN department can access any of it if they wanted to, but the fact that there was someone on my computer, browsing my files, when i was not here, who was NOT LAN just made me feel . . . dirty.
And today i found that the log i put all my work in was copied, WHOLE, into the personal file on my NT settings so that my work would not show up in the public drive and i would get written up. The shortcut i use had been changed to point to the copy and not the original. i was pissed when i was asked where my work was this morning. i was in tears by the time i figured out what had been done and fixed it. The only thing that saved me was that Ra had seen it yesterday so she knew i had done it.
i wish i knew what i did to piss off the night shift up here.
Oh, well.
Red Planet
"Faith? i had a girlfriend named Faith once. She cheated on me . . . with a woman named Chastity."
confessed on 2001-06-07