I spent three hours on the phone tonight with HP tech support. My printer had been complaining about its color ink cartridge since about eleven this morning, and I was annoyed because I need my printer for things. You know, like -printing- and... things. I have a few papers due this Friday, and it's sort of important, n'est pas?
The first dude told me it was a bug in the printer itself and that I'd need to hook up my printer to Alicia's PC (my Mac, apparently, is not worthy of a patch), install the drivers, install the patch, and I should be ready to go. That didn't work. Fuck. Meanwhile, I've started laundry and ordered Pita Pit. I call back, and it takes another two hours to figure out that the problem is the cartridge itself. I'm mashing important things like keyboards at this point, so this news was not exactly welcome. The unintelligible Hindu man on the other end recited my shipping address to me several times without me knowing what he was saying, transferred me to another department to have a work order put in so they can ship me a new cartridge, which should arrive by the fourth of October. You may or may not notice this does not really work out for my whole Friday-deadline thing, so there's going to be some hardcore mooching going on this week.
Totally fucked up my inner peace thing, you know?
So after I'm finally free from the grips of the evil HP corporation, I set about working on what should have been started hours ago - a very important paper for my honors class. I had a conference with my professor earlier in the day, and as it turns out, my argument doesn't have a leg to stand on. That was unfortunate news at the time, but now that I'm finally getting to work on it after so many interruptions at midnight or so, I'm kind of freaking out. My pocket copy of the Tao Te Ching is now wrinkled and torn in so many places due to my increasing frustrations, I'm thinking I'm going to have to invest in a new one.
I told my mom about my lip ring this morning. I decided that if there was a chance she was going to be mad about it, I wanted it to be before we met up in Vegas this weekend. She wasn't mad, as I predicted, but just kept typing "nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" over and over and over to me as I tried to explain that it really looked good and I liked it a lot. It was cute.
I also bought tickets to the Suicide Girls burlesque show for this Friday. I'm beyond excitement. Now to find someone who wants the other ticket...
Kate
The first dude told me it was a bug in the printer itself and that I'd need to hook up my printer to Alicia's PC (my Mac, apparently, is not worthy of a patch), install the drivers, install the patch, and I should be ready to go. That didn't work. Fuck. Meanwhile, I've started laundry and ordered Pita Pit. I call back, and it takes another two hours to figure out that the problem is the cartridge itself. I'm mashing important things like keyboards at this point, so this news was not exactly welcome. The unintelligible Hindu man on the other end recited my shipping address to me several times without me knowing what he was saying, transferred me to another department to have a work order put in so they can ship me a new cartridge, which should arrive by the fourth of October. You may or may not notice this does not really work out for my whole Friday-deadline thing, so there's going to be some hardcore mooching going on this week.
Totally fucked up my inner peace thing, you know?
So after I'm finally free from the grips of the evil HP corporation, I set about working on what should have been started hours ago - a very important paper for my honors class. I had a conference with my professor earlier in the day, and as it turns out, my argument doesn't have a leg to stand on. That was unfortunate news at the time, but now that I'm finally getting to work on it after so many interruptions at midnight or so, I'm kind of freaking out. My pocket copy of the Tao Te Ching is now wrinkled and torn in so many places due to my increasing frustrations, I'm thinking I'm going to have to invest in a new one.
I told my mom about my lip ring this morning. I decided that if there was a chance she was going to be mad about it, I wanted it to be before we met up in Vegas this weekend. She wasn't mad, as I predicted, but just kept typing "nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" over and over and over to me as I tried to explain that it really looked good and I liked it a lot. It was cute.
I also bought tickets to the Suicide Girls burlesque show for this Friday. I'm beyond excitement. Now to find someone who wants the other ticket...
Kate
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dontpooyourself:
Yowza! Three hours? Thats fucking lame. Super lame. Lame with a cape, a cowl, an alter ego, and an arch nemisis. I've got a printer you could probably use, but I've never connected it to a macintosh before, so I dunno.
comboy20:
those HP people know shit. i allways end up fixing it all my own any way it's easer some times. lip rings are kool i think there hot, just be your self my mom fliped out when i go my first earing. then the tattoo followed oh man i was so scared but she learnd to like them and i think she wants one now weird huh.