Mar. 21st, 2003
Complain, complain
Mar. 21st, 2003 06:25 pmThere are more terrible things in the world, but what's got me vexed right now is the fact that I worked up to the last possible minute to finish editing something to print out for the boss before the weekend, and as I impatiently waited for the print job to spool, worried about train schedules, planning, in fact, just to say "Itsontheprinterbye" as I went out the door, a paper jam occurred, which in turn confused the printer and caused a crash, requiring two restarts and the reconfiguration of the printer. Oh, and then it ran out of paper.
So I've missed my train, as you might guess, and there's time to kill until the next one.
By the way, do advertisers really expect me to open up a message entitled "Are you sick of spam?" If my answer is no, I have no need to read it; if yes, I won't want to.
So, you see.
So I've missed my train, as you might guess, and there's time to kill until the next one.
By the way, do advertisers really expect me to open up a message entitled "Are you sick of spam?" If my answer is no, I have no need to read it; if yes, I won't want to.
So, you see.