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quislibetPart One: Locked Doors
9:15: Arrive STH building (realizing just after getting off the train that I meant to go a few stops further to the pharmacy). Went to open door; locked. Realize key to front door is in Salem, on separate key chain removed from bag as unnecessary just before Christmas travel but not yet replaced.
9:20: Arrive CVS pharmacy, pick up prescription with no problem. See announcement of generic equivalent of rival drug; make mental note to talk to doctor. Decide to run further errand since I can't go to work yet.
9:45: Arrive Harvard Square. Make sure there is no "closed for MLK day" sign on "For Eyes" store. There isn't, and I see an employee I recognize entering. Kill time until they open at 10.
10:05: The "For Eyes" door is locked. No employees in sight, and that's not just because my old glasses have an outdated prescription. Proceed to used CD store next door to waste a few minutes before trying again.
10:15: "For Eyes" door still locked, but an employee notices me and lets me in, apologizing. I pick up my swell new glasses. Vision improves.
10:20: I decide to call boss to ask him to meet me at the door around 11 to let me in. I don't have enough change. I remember two aging phone cards. One has expired. The other allows me to connect, but there is no answer. I enter the subway station.
10:40: The 47 bus at Central Square cooperates with a rare timely stop.
10:50-something: Arrive at STH building again, aimlessly trying a couple of doors. A Buildings and Grounds employee reluctantly allows me to enter. My sleeping iMac, left on for backup, has crashed over the weekend and must be restarted. I turn on the lamp next to my desk; the bulb dies in a flash of light.
Part 2: Incompatibility and unlisted numbers
Until 11:10 or so: Take stock of cables, connectors, and adapters we haven't bothered to throw away. Note distressing lack of the bits I need to allow J. to connect her old HP printer with her iBook. I ponder slightly more annoying plan of taking SCSI-to-USB adapter home to use with old ZIP drive and my iMac (one needs to back up after all, and it's tedious to burn a CD every time I change some words here and there), allowing J. unfettered use of our one external floppy disk drive, so that at the very least she can hook up her printer to her older PowerBook and print from it via disk.
11:10: Decide to test plan hooking up old unused ZIP drive available at work to my work iMac. Install software for the adapter, an insulting thing. Restart. Hook up the ZIP drive. Nothing happens. Realize I need ZIP driver software; none seems to be available. I download some. Restart.
11:20: Boss calls and asks me to contact our work study student (K.), who is also in boss's Greek class, to tell him that the other student can't make it today and so they will cancel their unofficial class meeting. While talking to him I accidentally snag a cable with my chair and send ZIP drive crashing to ground. I decide to ponder the ramifications later.
11:30: I call boss, tell him that K.'s number is unlisted. He (naively, I think) decides to call university switchboard himself and see if they will relay a message.
Until 1:00: Check personal and work e-mail. Google searches confirm that nearly any sort of connector cable or adapter I buy will cost about as much as a new printer or external floppy drive.
1:00: I test the ZIP drive, without success. Is it the adapter, or has the drive been damaged in fall? Alarming noises suggest latter. I decide to burn the software onto CD to take home, as redownloading it over a dialup connection fails to appeal.
1:15: Co-worker's brand new iMac seems not to have the capability to burn CDs.
1:20: Unpack external CD-RW drive I have had for months but have not bothered or needed to try to hook up. Discover that the enclosed CD is PC software. Note part on box that says "Mac compatible (Mac software not included)."
Until 1:30: The only Mac software available for download on the manufacturer's website is "Upgrades." The "Driver software downloads" page says not a word about a Mac driver.
1:30: Boss calls, says he has not managed to contact K., who will be waiting in the student union in half an hour. I end up volunteering to go tell K. boss can't make it, trusting that I can perhaps prop the outside door open with a piece of cardboard.
2:00: To my surprise, success ensues when I do just that. I return to the office without being locked out. K. accompanies me to check his e-mail.
Until 2:15: I type this.
Part 3: Incidentally
This weekend I did game-geek paperwork, did some housework, filed and/or recycled a year's worth of papers piled up on my desk, and ate lots of cheese in the company of J. and our friends S. and P., who came to visit Saturday evening.
And happy birthday to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
shelbyg.
9:15: Arrive STH building (realizing just after getting off the train that I meant to go a few stops further to the pharmacy). Went to open door; locked. Realize key to front door is in Salem, on separate key chain removed from bag as unnecessary just before Christmas travel but not yet replaced.
9:20: Arrive CVS pharmacy, pick up prescription with no problem. See announcement of generic equivalent of rival drug; make mental note to talk to doctor. Decide to run further errand since I can't go to work yet.
9:45: Arrive Harvard Square. Make sure there is no "closed for MLK day" sign on "For Eyes" store. There isn't, and I see an employee I recognize entering. Kill time until they open at 10.
10:05: The "For Eyes" door is locked. No employees in sight, and that's not just because my old glasses have an outdated prescription. Proceed to used CD store next door to waste a few minutes before trying again.
10:15: "For Eyes" door still locked, but an employee notices me and lets me in, apologizing. I pick up my swell new glasses. Vision improves.
10:20: I decide to call boss to ask him to meet me at the door around 11 to let me in. I don't have enough change. I remember two aging phone cards. One has expired. The other allows me to connect, but there is no answer. I enter the subway station.
10:40: The 47 bus at Central Square cooperates with a rare timely stop.
10:50-something: Arrive at STH building again, aimlessly trying a couple of doors. A Buildings and Grounds employee reluctantly allows me to enter. My sleeping iMac, left on for backup, has crashed over the weekend and must be restarted. I turn on the lamp next to my desk; the bulb dies in a flash of light.
Part 2: Incompatibility and unlisted numbers
Until 11:10 or so: Take stock of cables, connectors, and adapters we haven't bothered to throw away. Note distressing lack of the bits I need to allow J. to connect her old HP printer with her iBook. I ponder slightly more annoying plan of taking SCSI-to-USB adapter home to use with old ZIP drive and my iMac (one needs to back up after all, and it's tedious to burn a CD every time I change some words here and there), allowing J. unfettered use of our one external floppy disk drive, so that at the very least she can hook up her printer to her older PowerBook and print from it via disk.
11:10: Decide to test plan hooking up old unused ZIP drive available at work to my work iMac. Install software for the adapter, an insulting thing. Restart. Hook up the ZIP drive. Nothing happens. Realize I need ZIP driver software; none seems to be available. I download some. Restart.
11:20: Boss calls and asks me to contact our work study student (K.), who is also in boss's Greek class, to tell him that the other student can't make it today and so they will cancel their unofficial class meeting. While talking to him I accidentally snag a cable with my chair and send ZIP drive crashing to ground. I decide to ponder the ramifications later.
11:30: I call boss, tell him that K.'s number is unlisted. He (naively, I think) decides to call university switchboard himself and see if they will relay a message.
Until 1:00: Check personal and work e-mail. Google searches confirm that nearly any sort of connector cable or adapter I buy will cost about as much as a new printer or external floppy drive.
1:00: I test the ZIP drive, without success. Is it the adapter, or has the drive been damaged in fall? Alarming noises suggest latter. I decide to burn the software onto CD to take home, as redownloading it over a dialup connection fails to appeal.
1:15: Co-worker's brand new iMac seems not to have the capability to burn CDs.
1:20: Unpack external CD-RW drive I have had for months but have not bothered or needed to try to hook up. Discover that the enclosed CD is PC software. Note part on box that says "Mac compatible (Mac software not included)."
Until 1:30: The only Mac software available for download on the manufacturer's website is "Upgrades." The "Driver software downloads" page says not a word about a Mac driver.
1:30: Boss calls, says he has not managed to contact K., who will be waiting in the student union in half an hour. I end up volunteering to go tell K. boss can't make it, trusting that I can perhaps prop the outside door open with a piece of cardboard.
2:00: To my surprise, success ensues when I do just that. I return to the office without being locked out. K. accompanies me to check his e-mail.
Until 2:15: I type this.
Part 3: Incidentally
This weekend I did game-geek paperwork, did some housework, filed and/or recycled a year's worth of papers piled up on my desk, and ate lots of cheese in the company of J. and our friends S. and P., who came to visit Saturday evening.
And happy birthday to
shelbyg.
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Date: 2003-01-20 12:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-01-20 12:37 pm (UTC)The CD drive just spits the blank CD out distastefully and without comment.
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Date: 2003-01-20 12:52 pm (UTC)