tao1

so, I've got a toothache. it hurts, a lot. I've been the dentist, and he put me on some antibiotics in preparation for a root canal (hooray, just what I wanted!). today it hasn't been hurting too bad, but yesterday it was excruciating. about 3pm I said 'fuckit' and went home from work. as I'm lying curled up in the fetal position on my bed, waiting for any of the numerous over-the-counter painkillers that I've taken to kick in, I get a phone call. under extreme pain, i don't exhibit the best judgement. I answered the phone, proving this. it was this girl from work, wanting to know if I could do something for her. through the haze, I remembered that I'd in fact, already done it earlier that day, and told her the same. right about then, a new wave of pain shot into my jaw. fighting to keep from taking a pair of pliers to the offending tooth, I went to hang up the phone. but oh no, she wasn't done yet. she wanted me to walk her through using 'ftp.' a software developer. supposedly with several year's worth of experience. asking ME to give her a tutorial on using a basic file transfer protocol. I swear, if I ever find out how these people decided that I was their own personal source for "basic computer skills 101", heads are gonna roll.

but it's not all bad. I told her "RTFM", hung up the phone, and unplugged it.