1. Payroll calling me about filing insurance paperwork by EOD today. See #2.
2. The cable modem died last night in the wee hours.
3. Payroll calling to tell me to fax it, then. No landline. See also #2.
4. Two conference calls, and two deadlines tomorrow.
5. Coworker asking if I’ll email the doc. See also #2.
6. Seventeen minutes and thirty-eight seconds on hold. See also #2.
7. I require chocolate. See all of the above.
8. An 18-yr old twit who not only said, “and that will open the black box,” (to which I said, “ah, yes, more often known as the command line,”) but also insisted on spelling out config and telling me what it meant. Listen, honey, I was freaking configging while your parents were still making eyes at each other in sophomore English, got that?
Strangely, all that, before eleven in the morning..and I didn’t even have a chance for caffeine before it’d all begun. So by the time I realized payroll’s insurance form had squeaked in before the modem died last night, I was already beyond caring when I read through the one-page PDF. The usual, this info, that info, blah blah blah, until… If your last name is different from your spouse’s, please explain.
Seriously, what the hell?
I am sorely tempted to write, because we’re not from Kentucky.
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