My post of this morning has...vanished...ok then. It was early in the morning, I'm never sure what the hell is going on until at least eight.

Napster: Whereabouts do you live? A ride is not out of the question.

Apple won a technical GRAMMY:
"As the leading architect in bringing computer technology into the studio and revolutionizing the way music is written, produced, mixed, recorded and creatively imagined"
First computer company to win a GRAMMY.
Show me one non-industry award Microsuck has received for doing good and/or creative....not gonna happen.
SO: Mac critics can kiss my ass. Not "Real world." Pure bullshit.
(the preceding was generally and mainly due to Wiard the Hutt.)

A tip to you, my associates: Don't do your job too well, or you'll end up doing work your slow and/or incompetent coworkers didn't/couldn't/wouldn’t. Then, you'll get a shitload more of your own work, and you'll get bitched at for not getting it all done.

I went to Spanaway Lake twice this week. That exceeds my normal monthly average. In fact, that's 200% more than my normal monthly average. At least I didn't have to work in the girl's locker room, as one of my male coworkers had to.
Now, you may think that going into the girl’s locker room at a high school doesn’t sound all that bad. Well, when you’re a male employee, it’s very dangerous. The possibility for career-ending trouble is very high. Now, take in mind that we do go to great length to ensure nothing untoward can occur-from making the instructor clear every student out before we enter, to yelling in the door three times asking if anyone is present, even locking the door and posting a guard. Still, it’s a nerve-wracking time spent working in a dangerous area like that. If anything were to happen, it would be ugly You develop tunnel-vision (“I only see what it is I need to fix, and the path from there to the door. Nothing else exists”)

Anyhow….I’m not entirely sure where I was taking that. Ranting again. After a day like today, it’s amazing I am able to form anything resembling a sentient thought.

A great man once said:

Ugh

And I couldn’t agree more.

Später.