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Spent yesterday at home, due to waking up with a headache. Attempts to stay awake throughout the day (in an effort to avoid not being able to go to sleep at a decent hour) were thwarted by Time Warner Cable and their assiness. (Note to TWC - when I don't have pictures showing up? There's no cable! Two hours after the power flickered. So don't get assy with me because you've had no reports of other outages. I happen to live around teachers, who, incidentally, are at work at 2:00 in the afternoon.)

Got to work today and discovered that everyone thought I'd played hooky because my car came in. Nope. No car. I've got a loan and I'm paying interest, but no car. Grrrrr.

Due to work done last night on work computers, I can't print.

The temperature today is supposed to peak in the mid-80s. Tomrrow's expected high? 59. I hate weather getting pissy like that.

And...gah. I sound so bitchy. We've already had the fire alarm go off this morning, which prompted the whole "is this real or a test" debate, which went on too long so we decided real, then, just as the first folks are getting to the stairwell, it stops. Argh! I really hate when that happens, because I'm the one who has to account for everyone and make sure they get out. (Incidentally, I better not see another person going to the bathroom when we're supposed to be evacuating. Ain't funny.)

Also, the elevator went nuts this morning, going up and down with two coworkers on board.

And lastly, someone messed with our postage machine and locked it down. This is why, if they don't know how to operate it, they're not supposed to touch it.

Work Hell

Work has reached a special level of hell. It's not that level where you want to strangle coworkers, or the level where you're tearing your hair out over the sheer enormity of some task set before you.

It's the level of hell when you have work to do - not much, but enough to stay busy - but can't because of a technical malfunction that hasn't been fixed as of yet.

Meaning: I still can't print.

*sigh*

Tech guy hasn't called back, nor has he emailed to give any indication of when he'll be able to get here to fix the problem. Not being able to print when your entire job (for the day) is to print out newspaper articles...that's greatly stifling.

Plus my options then go to really inane things, like updating a mailing list and looking through a lawyer publication for mention of a client.

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CAR!

*bounces and twirls*

Tis here! My car! My Cactus Jack is here and it's going to be mine as of this evening!

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What's In A Name

Since I very easily settled on the name for my new car (Cactus Jack - an homage to the color, which is cactus mica, much like my last car being named Junebug in honor of the color being akin to that of a junebug), I thought I'd do something smart - figure out why Cactus Jack was the immediate cactus image I came up with.

First off, I knew I'd heard Cactus Jack before - it was somehow connected to the old west, either directly or indirectly (meaning, an actual old west character or a movie or something).

The initial search turned up Cactus Jack as the stage name for professional wrestler Mick Foley.

Um...no.

More searching revealed the probable source - the 1979 movie The Villain, starring Kirk Douglas, Arnold Swarzeneggar, Ann-Margaret, etc. Where the real fun comes in? Cactus Jack is the name of Kirk Douglas's character (which means my car immediately has a certain attitude). He's kind of inept as robbers go. (Yes, it's a western.) Things happen. As they are wont to do when the entire movie is based on The Looney Tunes and Cactus Jack is based on Wile E. Coyote.

*headdesk*

Should I take the name back? Is it a bad omen if your car is named after that character, even indirectly?