Archive for the ‘Bob Loblaw’ Category
It’s Friday, and I don’t feel like doing squat-shit. But that’s pretty normal, right?
Random things:
- I totally forgot I was almost out of insulin in my pump. So I went out to lunch, and now I have 1.5 units left. That will not last me until 5. Oh, what to do…
- Social networking is a little douchey. Maybe a lot douchey. Not that being on Facebook or Twitter in itself is douchey. It’s just douchey when you also come across as a hipster, probably my age, and spend a whole lot of time re-posting trendy things. Or if you just advertise bullshit. Seriously, ga-vomit.
- Living in our new house has been completely awesome. How and why did we stay in apartments for so long? I love having a yard and a garage. Though planting some flowers last weekend really kicked my ass. Who knew that was so much work?
- I really hate this purse I’m carrying right now. Earlier this week I found a bottle of syrup and two screw drivers in it. It’s pretty ridiculous.
- My blood sugar is spiking. I need to go home to change my pump reservoir. But I’m going to have to come back up here because I have a meeting at 3 something. God damn it.
- I do not like Friday meetings.
I really hate car accidents.
Well, duh. But I’m ridiculously afraid of someone I love or myself dying or being mangled in a car wreck. It seems the most likely way for someone to die. Also one of the stupidest and most senseless ways to die. One second of choice could change the outcome. I hate thinking about it.
And I really hate hearing of fatal accidents in my town. Much less on a major intersection I travel 4+ times a day. A teenager was killed at such an intersection this afternoon.
This intersection is ridiculous. I’ve lived in my apartment complex for 5 years and the area has gotten increasingly busy, to the point where the city started to expand it a couple months ago. The intersection is between one 30 mph road with a stop sign and a 60 mph road with no stop sign. The 60 mph road is only 2 lanes. It is HORRENDOUS. I’ve been wanting them to expand the road and put in a light there for years. Well, I guess that’s what they’re finally doing with the construction. The problem is that while the construction is going on, they’ve made the intersection a hundred times worse. There is no speed slow down and they’ve blocked all sides of the road with construction barrels, leaving no room to move if someone pulls out in front of you. Plus these barrels completely block the view of those on the 30 mph road trying to turn or cross.
So, it came as no surprise to hear of an accident on this road today. AGAIN. There have been countless accidents just in the 5 years I’ve lived here. People suck at driving and don’t pay attention, that’s a general rule. Add that to this completely unsafe construction and road conditions, and now we have a fatality.
Just makes me more ready to move and be done with that intersection and that road (the 60 mph one).
Sometimes I feel like car wrecks like this are some kind of cosmic warning to watch myself. Or worse, a sign that I will soon be in such a situation. Because I’m just narcissistic like that. It easily could have been Andy or me in that intersection at that exact moment. And obviously this can happen anywhere else for that matter.
Speaking of car accidents, I recently finished reading The Gargoyle, by Andrew Davidson. It starts off with the narrator getting in a car wreck that leaves him so burnt he loses all his toes, a few fingers, his hair, tear ducts, ability to perspire, burnt off lips, raspy voice—oh, and his penis burned away too. Really fantastic book though; I highly recommend if you can stomach his injuries.
I really hate car accidents.
This whole thing with Kevin Smith and Southwest Airlines is stupid. Stupid on Southwest’s part, that is. Haven’t heard about it? Rummage through Kevin’s Twitter, or listen to the hour and a half long Smodcast for the full story if you have time. Worth it if you’re really interested, or if you just like listening to Kevin Smith. I could just listen to him talk for hours; I can’t think of too many people who tell a story better than he does.
Also read Southwest’s “apology” blog.
Sitting next to fat people on a plane is hardly the worst option. For me, I avoid small children first. No amount of fat is worse than getting next to screaming, squirming kids. I wish they had a day-care section of the plane roped off.
Next I avoid old men. Haha. Sounds silly, but I swear, I get next to older men a lot, and more often than not they’re all elbows, knees, and newspaper. It has nothing to do with their size; and I’m not saying they’re bad people. The one’s I’ve been next to just have a habit of being all over the place and not caring about personal space at all.
After that, I avoid college-aged kids. They’re usually loud and obnoxious.
I guess the point is, why is it fat people get kicked off? Tall people don’t get kicked off if their legs are too long and they have to spread their knees into my space. People with the most annoying kids in the world don’t get kicked off for being turdy parents.
If Kevin Smith could fit with no seat belt extender and with the arm rests down, he certainly was no safety risk. I’ve certainly seen people way larger, using the extender fit into one seat and be allowed to fly. And, regardless of ANY of that, even if he was too fat (he wasn’t), the way the employees handled the entire situation is completely absurd.
And if you can’t listen to his entire Smodcast, you should listen to the last 20 minutes or so when he talks about how when he finally got put on a plane back after all this nonsense–with two seats, mind you–a heavy girl sits next to him and gets lectured by another Southwest employee about the necessity of buying two seats in the future.
Douche-baggery!
A year and a few months ago, we discover we have to get a new system to process credit cards. Great! The old system sucked beyond belief.
So, I get the information for the new system. Learn the API, program our site with the test credentials, get everything good to go…. HALT! Some kind of drama between the fiscal office and this new company holds us up for 6 months.
Fast forward to around August. They’re ready to get moving again, they just need us to run a security scan on our web server and that is it. We’ll be ready to go after that!
Fast forward to January. They finally tell us we’re certified. They just have to get us a production user name and password.
Fast forward to today. They send us our user name and instruct us to call customer service to get a temporary password since it’s not secure to send a password via email. Okay. Call customer service, wait on hold for what seems like an eternity. Get temporary password. Try to log in so I can set our actual password. What happens?
If you expected me to say it worked great and we’re finally set on this new system, you’d be wrong. Instead I get this message:
“Your account is inactive. Please call your reseller to activate it.”
WOW. Amazing. So now I’m waiting for our person to do that / hear back. Do you think they’ll get it fixed today? Or perhaps sometime this spring? 2010? Before I die of old age?
Turns out they got back within an hour. Saying, oh oops, it’s fixed now, but if you have more problems call tech support again. Guess what? Didn’t work, had to call tech support again.
This guy was a piece of work. The first thing they ask for is your merchant account number, which I have from them directly in an email. Well, they actually gave us our account number wrong in the email. They left out the first two numbers. Seriously.
Anyway, this guy takes some time to figure out that it’s not our user name that was inactive like he thought, it was actually our entire merchant account. Brilliant! He couldn’t find any reason for it to be inactive though, so he just turned it back on, gave me a new temporary password, and what do you know, it finally worked.
While I was on the phone with him, I figured it would be a good time to go ahead and confirm this production URL they sent us for the web service we use to connect to their system. They sent us this in an email, with this phone number I was on the phone with at that time listed as who to call if we had questions/problems. Well this guy had absolutely no idea what I was talking about with the web service. I read the URL to him. NOTHING. Not a damn clue. I said “API” to him, and he thought I was talking about another company.
UNBELIEVABLE.
So who knows if this will work. I’m extremely skeptical.
It’s almost Monday again. Damn it all.
With jury duty and MLK day last week, I barely had to work at all. It was pretty fucking sweet. I go through this every year after Christmas break: I cannot get back on the ball for the life of me. It stays this way definitely through spring, partially recovering in the summer and fall. Sometimes I think I never get over the burnout, and just get suckier at being an adult the more time passes.
Anyway, jury duty? I highly recommend it. Why are people so negative about getting out of work and sitting around doing nothing for a few days? I got to read–a LOT. It was awesome! I hope I get picked next time, so long as it isn’t a murder trial or something scary like that. Haha. Of course, now that I know I like it, I’ll probably never be called again. Can I volunteer? 
I’ve been a big pile of poop about eating and doing well at boot camp the past two weeks. Partly monthly hormones making me insane as usual, and also part burnout from EXTREME boot camp the first week in January, I think. I don’t know, but I really need to stop eating like shit. Why will I never have control over this? They say anorexia is about control: the person feels she can’t control anything in her life, so she controls food/her body.
I’m the exact opposite. My entire life is well controlled–particularly diabetes. Diabetes makes my world revolve around constant complete and utter control. Therefore my ability to control my hunger (or false sense there of) goes down the toilet. And it’s interesting really, because control of my diabetes revolves around carbs–which is the food I love most. So even when I’m going out of control with binging on food, I’m still in this sick twisted sense of control because of diabetes and my unwillingness to let that go to hell. It’s so absurd and mental, and I’m completely self-aware of it and still can’t make myself stop.
Kind of like picking out my eyebrows, my other lack of control issue. Same situation really. I think I have some kind of warped OCD tendencies.
If I could ever fix those two problems with myself, I feel like my life would be completely settled. Like the end of a novel. How ridiculous does that sound? And I’ve felt like that with food since I hit puberty.
Who’s crazy? ME.
Hmmm mmmm mmmm.
