One of Those Nights
Work was shitty beyond belief tonight. I was fucking everything up left and right. There was one burger plate I made in which I burnt the tater tots...then burnt the tater tots I dropped to replace them. I'm sure I made more mistakes tonight than in all the other nights I've closed alone combined. I very nearly lost my shit. It took me a long time to close up at the end of the night.
To add insult to injury, I walked the mile trek home with an especially brisk pace, eager to wind down online. I get home. Nudge my mouse to get the monitor to fire back up as I always do. Nothing happened. So, I cut the power and turned the computer back on. It went through all the right motions until it started to fire up Windows and then I had nothing but a black screen like the one I came home to. So, I fired it back up in safe mode, which gave me a black screen with nothing but a mouse pointer and a bunch of jibberish text. So, after fucking around with it for a while I did a non-destructive restore which took a good fifteen minutes out of my evening. At least it seems to be working now, but computer problems are pretty high on my list of things I don't want to come home to after a hard night at work.
In other news, with Stitch about to pop out a baby any day now Wyspurr and I are going to need to really start looking for other child care arrangements. It's kind of a shame I never followed up on my idea to try to find a concubine...someone to do basic housekeeping, light childcare, and share our bed in exchange for food, shelter, and a weekly stipend. Wyspurr and I could use a housewife. It would make our lives so much simpler and we're at a point where we could actually take decent care of one.
Dammit, AdultFriendFinder just sent me an email thanking me for renewing my membership. I didn't want to renew my fucking membership. Joining in the first place was a waste of my money. I was supposed to have until the 18th to cancel. This is now, technically, the 16th. Fucking bastards.
Work was shitty beyond belief tonight. I was fucking everything up left and right. There was one burger plate I made in which I burnt the tater tots...then burnt the tater tots I dropped to replace them. I'm sure I made more mistakes tonight than in all the other nights I've closed alone combined. I very nearly lost my shit. It took me a long time to close up at the end of the night.
To add insult to injury, I walked the mile trek home with an especially brisk pace, eager to wind down online. I get home. Nudge my mouse to get the monitor to fire back up as I always do. Nothing happened. So, I cut the power and turned the computer back on. It went through all the right motions until it started to fire up Windows and then I had nothing but a black screen like the one I came home to. So, I fired it back up in safe mode, which gave me a black screen with nothing but a mouse pointer and a bunch of jibberish text. So, after fucking around with it for a while I did a non-destructive restore which took a good fifteen minutes out of my evening. At least it seems to be working now, but computer problems are pretty high on my list of things I don't want to come home to after a hard night at work.
In other news, with Stitch about to pop out a baby any day now Wyspurr and I are going to need to really start looking for other child care arrangements. It's kind of a shame I never followed up on my idea to try to find a concubine...someone to do basic housekeeping, light childcare, and share our bed in exchange for food, shelter, and a weekly stipend. Wyspurr and I could use a housewife. It would make our lives so much simpler and we're at a point where we could actually take decent care of one.
Dammit, AdultFriendFinder just sent me an email thanking me for renewing my membership. I didn't want to renew my fucking membership. Joining in the first place was a waste of my money. I was supposed to have until the 18th to cancel. This is now, technically, the 16th. Fucking bastards.