1:24 p.m.||||2004-08-31
Sometimes my computer and software at work are so slow I could write a fucking dissertation in the time it takes to bring shit up.
Now, a short list of things I wish I could get a dime in payment for every occurrence thereof:
all times in a day where I have to say "I'm sorry, she's not answering my page; would you like to leave a message (the first option they're given, that they never ever take, ever, never ever. Pages waster ten minutes of everybodies time, every time, without exception. The fact that I am a genius in covering any hostility that might creep out in the tone of my voice, behooves everyone. Yes sir.) - or speak to someone who cares - I mean, someone else?"
more on this later. cause right now I only got a twenty spot.