I Ain't Afraid of No Daleks

Yeah! Time stinking Warner has admitted they busted my monitor, and they are dropping a new one (or a used one?) off to my office in the CNA building today! Yeah! This marks the third time I've taken on big business and won--dang, I'm good! Quick on the draw when it comes to fighting injustice, ha-ha (she says as she blows imaginary smoke from her finger gun). The Doctor's not the only one fighting evil out there.

Well, normally this would be the end of my work week, but, alas, have to get in that overtime. I'm going to try and stop by the local newspaper offices on Monday before work, to fill out an employment application--they are going to have a job fair, but it's not until the 20th, and I want to get a bit of a leap on the competition. I've always wanted to work in some sort of media, so even a part-time job at the Post-Star would be nice, even if I don't get anything involving writing or speaking, and it's some backbreaking grub job, it would be a start, anyhow.

Little Flame is sitting on my lap, wanting to give me my morning cat tonque bath, but I'm not letting her...just watched her drink out of the toilet, so I'm taking a pass, this morning--and she's sitting on my lap with that semi-hurt/semi-innocent "what?" expression that cats and little kids are wont to have, when they don't get why you don't want some particularly slobby attention from them, first thing in the morning.

Was up half the night with this blasted toothache. If any of my friends reading this, should ring me up one of these mornings, and I answer the phone a bit grumpily--it's not you, I'm just naturally grumpy with this tooth thing, and will be, I guess for a while--no clue how I'm going to manage a dentist right now. My entire right side of my face is painful and swollen, right to my ears and side of my head, and I'm a bit of an old bear as a result. The aspirin helps, but guess I'm going to have to root around in the office phone book this weekend and write down a list of dentists, see if I can find one that does intallment plans. My last dentist was a rude ass, and not very gentle...and I had insurance! Now, without insurance, God only knows what type of dentist I'm going to wind up with (insert huge martyred sigh here, ha-ha).

Well, off for breakfast...only doing a 9 hour day today...I worked 9am to 8pm yesterday, and was wiped out last night. After work, I have to do my shopping for the week. Tommorrow after work, have to break down and finally do some launddry. Gosh, I'm beat. But, things could be, and have been worse, so no real complaints here, honest.

I know I mentioned how I felt about ringing up people in Kentucky, but...Arrgh! Ten minutes before my ten hour day of screaming, rude, obnoxious people yelling in my ear ends, I get to call Kentucky. Lovely. Got the lady who "thought" she was being cutely sarcastic. The type that asks questions literally after everything you say--not because she was curious, or stupid (well, that one's up for grabs)--but just to be deliberately annoying...and winds up sounding like a spoiled 3 year old with a redneck accent. Gah, I hate calling Kentucky! I swear, I really rather have a root canal, than to have to ring up Kentucky on and off during my present 9 and 10 hour days. You know, it's almost as tiring as when I was singlehandedly cleaning all
13 offices, press box, etc at the harness racetrack/casino in Saratoga five nights a week. I had a lot of..please pardon the language...asses all day, but some nice people, as well. I heard one man say to his wife, "what a nice person that was" as he hung up the phone. Another complemented my manners and voice, which was nice, and one actually asked me to dinner at his house!

Oh, I did get a bit testy with one or two people, I'm ashamed to admit, but between my exhaustion, toothache and being treated like dirt by total strangers...I suppose I can't be immune...the nastiness rubs you the wrong way, sometimes--at least it does me, tho' I try very hard not to pay it too much mind, or to take it too personally...but it's hard to turn off the anger when someone is abusive, or sarcastic or screaming at you. We use computers to dial, it's automatic, and there's a few seconds delay--and you'd be surprised how many people get mad and scream (and I do mean scream--as in shriek like a wild banshee) "HELLO!" in my earpice ((I wear a headset) or use the F word and other stuff. I find it a bit wearing sometimes. And of course, the company doesn't give a damn about me, I'm just a behind in the seat taking abuse all day for a company I have nothing whatsoever to actually do with (the club employs my employer to do the dirty work for them).

But it's a job, and it has its brighter moments...but you do feel a bit like so much raw meat, at the end of a long day, I must say.

I did get one amusing incident though, sort of. I was calling for
someone named "Fairy" --yes, that was the actual first name. I get this manly man sounding guy on the phone, and ask for "Fairy." The manly guy says to me, "I'm on another line, can you call me back?" I'm assuming Fairy is actually his wife, but hey, one never knows, ey?

But, gosh, was I ever dreaming of coming home, having dinner (using my chinese takeaway certificate I ordered the General Tso's chicken, lo mein, an egg roll and some of that fab fried dough (more about that later). But, I dreamed of coming home and watching the Doctor do his thing for the millionth time--never get tired of the Doctor! David Tennant, as an actor, seriously rocks! Man, I'd love to see him on stage--bet he's dynamite.

Anyhow, about the fried dough. Gosh, I love it. Take me to the county fair, a carnival, whatever...and I make a beeline for the fried dough booth...Italian version, Chinese, whatever. Love it! The Italian version of course, is large and flat and sprinkled with powered sugar. The Chinese version is little balls sprinkled with granualted sugar. Either way...yum! We used to have an Italian family on the little street where I grew up, and the mum made the best homemade fried dough! Ah, I can still taste it, hot from the fryer--and that was back when they still had oil made from animal fat...not the tasteless crap that passes for oil, now. I still remember how good fries (chips) tasted in the old oils...used to scarf them down, I did. Maybe it's just as well no one here sells real frying oil, anymore, things are so tasteless with it, who wants to eat it, ha-ha?

Well, off to bed early, I suppose. The cable guys came and tested my monitor today. They were so darn sure it was the video card--it wasn't...which I think might be a good thing, as they looked rather glum when it was pronounced that it was the monitor that failed...but not holding my breath. I will know the final verdict of Time stinking Warner tommorrow morning. Here's to hoping, ey? I don't know how blind people do it--finding the scroll bar blind, I mean. If this is what I have to look forward to (may be going blind myself one day..well, already am a tiny bit, but it's up in the air about that, and years away from happening). But gosh, how do they find it? It's driving me batty, trying to find something a fraction of an inch wide, without being able to see it, then trying to manipulate it up and down, when I do chance upon it.

So, off to bed after a game of computer cribbage and a quick play with the cats.