our email and calendaring server went kaputt again on Friday, and despite someone having worked on it all weekend it's not back today, yet. because management wanted it done a certain way. if i were the guy working on it, i'd have a migraine right now. as it is, i'm sitting on the edge because i'm his second in command, as it were, and i'm fending off all the angry phone calls.
this weekend was a very cracky weekend, and i spent way more than i intended, to the tune of about $100 between food and gas and toys. that's $100 that should be going to pay for the furnace repairs. ah, well. money will just be tight for another month.
i've budgeted very tightly to maximize savings for the (hopefully) spring move.
i went laptop shopping this weekend (again) and toyed around with the idea of a $700 wintel laptop. but, it's still there, on the shelf. i remember being this way last time i bought one, 5 1/2 years ago. sizing them up, over and over. i keep thinking about this particular one, or one like it, around $700-800. the shelves seemed to be quite empty around the city, and we stopped at Best Buy so I could at least play with a couple to get a feel for their speed and responsiveness... but Best Buy's displays are empty. They clearanced all the XP machines and can't put Vista machines out till Tuesday, so no buying for anybody. Thanks, I'll take my business elsewhere, Stupidus Dickus.
And I realized, at least in my mind, I'm a total dick, btw. Every time I see a big fat jabba in one of those handicapped shopping cart scooters, I want to say "If you'd get up and walk, you might lose a pound or two" -- having watched them waddle in from the parking lot. Our society accepts fat as a handicap, and makes it easier for these lazy fucks to just stay that way (and get bigger, and then whine and complain and have surgery to make them eat less) rather than do something about it themselves.
Even better are the fat people in scooters talking on cellphones knocking shit off shelves. Fuck you.
And you, the man who knocked everything off the bottom shelf into the aisle and didnt even turn around to pick it up? Fuck you too. When did that become someone else's job? You blocked the whole damn aisle, asshole.
And teens wearing belly shirts in 10 degree weather? Put some damn clothes on, whores. It doesn't make you look hot, it makes you look DUMB. And hitting on guys old enough to be your dad? Not cool, either. Granted, it was W-Mart, so the average shopper's IQ is like, 75...
And you, with the 4 kids, all of whom are screaming "I WANT A TOY! I WANT A TOY! I WANT A TOY! I WANT A TOY! I WANT A TOY!" fucking smack them and tell them to be quiet before I do. Because once I'm done with them, I'm coming after you, you sorry excuse for a parent. Discipline is a good thing. Keep your hands and arms within the cart at all times, and do NOT scream at any time unless you want to be made a spectacle of -- which will include a spanking, in public.
And you, society who says spanking goes too far? Fuck you, too. Sometimes only that will work. And it only has to be done once or twice. Ever.
I'm sick of being a nice guy. I just want to be a dick for a while.