The Last Week
Well, I am back, albeit in neutered form.
In a nutshell:
Last Friday I had a very long tedious day that involved getting a haircut and visiting the dentist and going to my office then I had to go to Magnolia where a bunch of assholes on line forced me to go to Billy's but before I got there some dumb queenb on the phone gave me an attitude and then I picked up my nephew and had a very nice night with the lad only to wake up on Saturday morning with no working computer.
Dell tech support told me it was my monitor so I walked 17 blocks to Staples to get a crap temporary monitor, lugged it home and...it was not the monitor.
Tech support for many more hours. Finally they ascertain that it is probably the motherboard. All the while they tell me that my hard drive is A-OK. They also tell me that I just need to buy migration software to import the old to the new. Then some snarky chicks in sales take advantage of my fragile state and contradict themselves many times until I finally take control and get off the phone. I was in too weakened a state to buy a new computer.
So, I eat something, get on a ladder and prime this cheap-ass wood frame on my skylight. I need to accomplish things and as this fiasco ruined my day I painted. Then at 7 my friend Carol came over and oohed and aahed at my place. She is Chines and hot and dressed like a school-girl which is kind of a played look but still novel to South Brooklyn.
So, we hung and talked and went to this Italian place and had to wait 40 minutes for a table. So typical but the place is a trip and there were lots of gooms to marvel at. There was a triple date next to us and the girls were wearing sleeveless and requested bread refills twice. I wish these kind of girls ruled the Conde Nast cafeteria.
So Carol told me all about her 9 weeks studying Yoga with Bikram and about how the owners of the yoga studio she teaches in called her at home to tell her they had 5 complaints about her class. Carol is old school, meaning tough, Eastern style teacher. We then got into this intense discussion about how so many people in classes are coddled and need to have their feelings and ego stroked and are so sensitive. They don't get the Eastern respect for and distance with the instructor. Fitness is about challenging yourself not being complacent.
Anyway, I was beat at 11:30 but she wanted to hang some more so she stayed until 12:30.
On Sunday I woke up at 7 and took the train to the UWS to meet my friend Ingrid and take her friend Sandy's spin class at the JCC which is quite the fierce facility. Afterwards we had one of these kind of days that I have not had since my mid-20s where you amble around and go to brunch and pick up people along the way. I was supposed to go out with my friend Norma that night but I was so tired so I went to my parents instead to use their computer, have a meal and get sent home in a car service. I figured Norma and I did a mutual blow-off. (Until 10PM Monday night when she texted me with: "What happened to you!?" Uh, I could text the same thing. Pretty straight girls who expect their gay friends to treat them like straight men have another thing coming.)
On Monday, I woke up to a text message from Carol informing me that the entire R line (my line) was in a shambles. Sure enough, she was correct. I also had the sinking icky realization that I may never see my hard drive files again which is too much to bear. Four years of photos, music, documents. I have amazing things on their. I will be very bummed if I cannot retrieve. For what it's worth I'm glad my good old manuscript is on a zip disc.
Monday I did go into the city to continue cleaning out my desk and to see if the fuck tech guy at work had resolved my contact list issues. He had not. That night I went to Park Slope to meet my friend Anna. She is a really successful lawyer and her husband is Mr. Mom and they have one kid and a dog and just bought the apartment next to theirs and made it into this 2000sf super apartment. It is in real Park Slope, too and is a like a Real Estate broker's wet dream.
I have known here since 7th grade. She was always really beautiful and from about 7th to 9th grade she was a total cunt to me and I was so awkward around her. I remember bumping into her desk in 8th grade and knocking some intricate pencil case of hers to the floor and she gave me this evil, impatient look.
I also remember she was friends with these really mean popular girls and they used to play Charlie's Angels in class and talk into their compacts like they were walkie-talkies.
Anyway, in about 9th/10th grade the mean girls gang totally fractured. There were 7 of them and 2 were alpha. 1 alpha girls started going out with this greaser-type guy and 2 of her friends joined. That left the other alpha girl and her 3 sidekicks. Anna was one of those sidekicks.
One day everything was peachy with them, then the next they ousted her. I'm still not sure what happened but I swept in. We became really good friends and even as our lives diverged we managed to get together once a year. That she has lived in Brooklyn for the last 8 years only makes it better.
Anyway, we had a very good time. Afterwards I walked back to her place and checked out the renovations. (Girlfriend is getting new windows punched into her place--major.) She also gave me some huge hammered copper pot her mother gave her a long time ago because she never cooks, it has never been used and because she is so friggin generous. Her husband and son were in Florida and at one point I did one of the "Can you believe this is our life?" things that you get to do with people you've known since childhood. It is weird. You spend adolescence wanting to be a grownup and then to be a grownup with people you have known since adolescence is cool.
Tuesday I went to my last lame work meeting. Then afterwards I stopped by my parents because I remembered I had left an old laptop of mine their years ago. I got it home.
It is slow. 64mb RAM. Windows 98. Probably built in 1999. It had a LAN card that needed one of those cables that I remeember throwing out before I moved. So I went to Staples to buy one and they do not make them anymore. So I found a new LAN card at home and tried to install the drivers. Then I spoke to road runner and went through this chain of local service to specialist to national help and the national help guy was awesome. He spent all this time with me and I accidentally hung up on him and...he called me back. I practically kissed him through the phone for calling me back. At that point he could have looked like anything and I would have gladly been his sex slave I was so grateful. But not for more than like an hour. Unless he was really hot. Damn, I've been so horny since this began. Well, my pal got me online and here I am.
I stole this computer from my old job in 2001. Then when I was displaced after 9/11 I took it with me to the empty apartment I stayed in. The Saturday after 9/11 their was a rumour that displaced people were being allowed to go into their homes to retrieve items. I remember piling onto a minibus and driving down the West Side Highway which was all closed below Canal. We drove on the pedestrian walkway next to the water and their were army tents and helicopters on the green. They parked near the Merril Lynch building and told us we had 15 minutes to get back or we would be arrested. I ran to my apartment with a duffle bag. It was like one of those Supermarket sweeps shows only it was my stuff. At my building the halls were pitch black and I had to go upstairs in the dark. I went into my apartment and got clothes and the computer and another pair of shoes. Then I locked up and left. It was one of the more incidents of a very stressful time.
Anyway, this is that computer.
Wednesday I needed some TLC so I went to the gym and finished my painting. I also called Dell to order the computer and that is when they told me that migration software will not work if the motherboard is friend which makes sense but is also a contradiction to what the first Dell crew told me. By the way, I actually tried to call those first Dell people back because I had her voicemail but they would not put me through to her. I ended up torturing some person on the phone for 20 minutes in some continuous loop. She finally took my name and number and said the supervisor would call me back and it never happened.
Today I went into the office and told me boss I was leaving. He was surprisingly cool about it. I left 30 minutes later and by the time I got home my email was cutoff. I'm psyched to be gone. One thing about my boss: he's a terrible manager. Yesterday a client came in and was talking to me for about 15 minutes. We were standing up. My boss passed by and gave me a look which I ignored. So 5 minutes later he passes by again and actually said "Can you guys take it in the conference room" as if I was talking to some friend. So I immediately introduced the client to my boss and said this is so and so who just bought the whatever product. My boss shakes his hand and does not introduce himself and walks away. He's an embarassment. All he cares about is keeping his desk empty and his pens color coordinated. The biggest decision I saw him make in the last year was deciding whether or not to hand the CEO a bottle of water with a loosened or unloosened top when she was speaking. He is a triumph of brown-nosing over merit.
Anyway, bitches, I am back. Albeit with a shitty computer and with a new, trying job starting Monday and with no Vicodin and with the possibility of all the sex-vids starring me wiped off my hard drive.
But at least I finally got my kitchen window treatment up today.
In a nutshell:
Last Friday I had a very long tedious day that involved getting a haircut and visiting the dentist and going to my office then I had to go to Magnolia where a bunch of assholes on line forced me to go to Billy's but before I got there some dumb queenb on the phone gave me an attitude and then I picked up my nephew and had a very nice night with the lad only to wake up on Saturday morning with no working computer.
Dell tech support told me it was my monitor so I walked 17 blocks to Staples to get a crap temporary monitor, lugged it home and...it was not the monitor.
Tech support for many more hours. Finally they ascertain that it is probably the motherboard. All the while they tell me that my hard drive is A-OK. They also tell me that I just need to buy migration software to import the old to the new. Then some snarky chicks in sales take advantage of my fragile state and contradict themselves many times until I finally take control and get off the phone. I was in too weakened a state to buy a new computer.
So, I eat something, get on a ladder and prime this cheap-ass wood frame on my skylight. I need to accomplish things and as this fiasco ruined my day I painted. Then at 7 my friend Carol came over and oohed and aahed at my place. She is Chines and hot and dressed like a school-girl which is kind of a played look but still novel to South Brooklyn.
So, we hung and talked and went to this Italian place and had to wait 40 minutes for a table. So typical but the place is a trip and there were lots of gooms to marvel at. There was a triple date next to us and the girls were wearing sleeveless and requested bread refills twice. I wish these kind of girls ruled the Conde Nast cafeteria.
So Carol told me all about her 9 weeks studying Yoga with Bikram and about how the owners of the yoga studio she teaches in called her at home to tell her they had 5 complaints about her class. Carol is old school, meaning tough, Eastern style teacher. We then got into this intense discussion about how so many people in classes are coddled and need to have their feelings and ego stroked and are so sensitive. They don't get the Eastern respect for and distance with the instructor. Fitness is about challenging yourself not being complacent.
Anyway, I was beat at 11:30 but she wanted to hang some more so she stayed until 12:30.
On Sunday I woke up at 7 and took the train to the UWS to meet my friend Ingrid and take her friend Sandy's spin class at the JCC which is quite the fierce facility. Afterwards we had one of these kind of days that I have not had since my mid-20s where you amble around and go to brunch and pick up people along the way. I was supposed to go out with my friend Norma that night but I was so tired so I went to my parents instead to use their computer, have a meal and get sent home in a car service. I figured Norma and I did a mutual blow-off. (Until 10PM Monday night when she texted me with: "What happened to you!?" Uh, I could text the same thing. Pretty straight girls who expect their gay friends to treat them like straight men have another thing coming.)
On Monday, I woke up to a text message from Carol informing me that the entire R line (my line) was in a shambles. Sure enough, she was correct. I also had the sinking icky realization that I may never see my hard drive files again which is too much to bear. Four years of photos, music, documents. I have amazing things on their. I will be very bummed if I cannot retrieve. For what it's worth I'm glad my good old manuscript is on a zip disc.
Monday I did go into the city to continue cleaning out my desk and to see if the fuck tech guy at work had resolved my contact list issues. He had not. That night I went to Park Slope to meet my friend Anna. She is a really successful lawyer and her husband is Mr. Mom and they have one kid and a dog and just bought the apartment next to theirs and made it into this 2000sf super apartment. It is in real Park Slope, too and is a like a Real Estate broker's wet dream.
I have known here since 7th grade. She was always really beautiful and from about 7th to 9th grade she was a total cunt to me and I was so awkward around her. I remember bumping into her desk in 8th grade and knocking some intricate pencil case of hers to the floor and she gave me this evil, impatient look.
I also remember she was friends with these really mean popular girls and they used to play Charlie's Angels in class and talk into their compacts like they were walkie-talkies.
Anyway, in about 9th/10th grade the mean girls gang totally fractured. There were 7 of them and 2 were alpha. 1 alpha girls started going out with this greaser-type guy and 2 of her friends joined. That left the other alpha girl and her 3 sidekicks. Anna was one of those sidekicks.
One day everything was peachy with them, then the next they ousted her. I'm still not sure what happened but I swept in. We became really good friends and even as our lives diverged we managed to get together once a year. That she has lived in Brooklyn for the last 8 years only makes it better.
Anyway, we had a very good time. Afterwards I walked back to her place and checked out the renovations. (Girlfriend is getting new windows punched into her place--major.) She also gave me some huge hammered copper pot her mother gave her a long time ago because she never cooks, it has never been used and because she is so friggin generous. Her husband and son were in Florida and at one point I did one of the "Can you believe this is our life?" things that you get to do with people you've known since childhood. It is weird. You spend adolescence wanting to be a grownup and then to be a grownup with people you have known since adolescence is cool.
Tuesday I went to my last lame work meeting. Then afterwards I stopped by my parents because I remembered I had left an old laptop of mine their years ago. I got it home.
It is slow. 64mb RAM. Windows 98. Probably built in 1999. It had a LAN card that needed one of those cables that I remeember throwing out before I moved. So I went to Staples to buy one and they do not make them anymore. So I found a new LAN card at home and tried to install the drivers. Then I spoke to road runner and went through this chain of local service to specialist to national help and the national help guy was awesome. He spent all this time with me and I accidentally hung up on him and...he called me back. I practically kissed him through the phone for calling me back. At that point he could have looked like anything and I would have gladly been his sex slave I was so grateful. But not for more than like an hour. Unless he was really hot. Damn, I've been so horny since this began. Well, my pal got me online and here I am.
I stole this computer from my old job in 2001. Then when I was displaced after 9/11 I took it with me to the empty apartment I stayed in. The Saturday after 9/11 their was a rumour that displaced people were being allowed to go into their homes to retrieve items. I remember piling onto a minibus and driving down the West Side Highway which was all closed below Canal. We drove on the pedestrian walkway next to the water and their were army tents and helicopters on the green. They parked near the Merril Lynch building and told us we had 15 minutes to get back or we would be arrested. I ran to my apartment with a duffle bag. It was like one of those Supermarket sweeps shows only it was my stuff. At my building the halls were pitch black and I had to go upstairs in the dark. I went into my apartment and got clothes and the computer and another pair of shoes. Then I locked up and left. It was one of the more incidents of a very stressful time.
Anyway, this is that computer.
Wednesday I needed some TLC so I went to the gym and finished my painting. I also called Dell to order the computer and that is when they told me that migration software will not work if the motherboard is friend which makes sense but is also a contradiction to what the first Dell crew told me. By the way, I actually tried to call those first Dell people back because I had her voicemail but they would not put me through to her. I ended up torturing some person on the phone for 20 minutes in some continuous loop. She finally took my name and number and said the supervisor would call me back and it never happened.
Today I went into the office and told me boss I was leaving. He was surprisingly cool about it. I left 30 minutes later and by the time I got home my email was cutoff. I'm psyched to be gone. One thing about my boss: he's a terrible manager. Yesterday a client came in and was talking to me for about 15 minutes. We were standing up. My boss passed by and gave me a look which I ignored. So 5 minutes later he passes by again and actually said "Can you guys take it in the conference room" as if I was talking to some friend. So I immediately introduced the client to my boss and said this is so and so who just bought the whatever product. My boss shakes his hand and does not introduce himself and walks away. He's an embarassment. All he cares about is keeping his desk empty and his pens color coordinated. The biggest decision I saw him make in the last year was deciding whether or not to hand the CEO a bottle of water with a loosened or unloosened top when she was speaking. He is a triumph of brown-nosing over merit.
Anyway, bitches, I am back. Albeit with a shitty computer and with a new, trying job starting Monday and with no Vicodin and with the possibility of all the sex-vids starring me wiped off my hard drive.
But at least I finally got my kitchen window treatment up today.
posted by Bart at 10:42 PM
3 Comments:
Does your new "old" laptop have SpellCheck? Yuk Yuk. Great Post. Your quite the little catch there aren't you Mr. Bart. a house, a copper pot and 'home movies'...I just got a boner.
I'm glad you're back too.
Do you have any guy friends? You only ever post about women.
I've got a whole shit load of 60's songs, I'll send you a list.
It's funny, I was thinking that last night as I wrote about yet another few women I know. I only have one good male friend now, of the other three, two are dead and one is in New Jersey living out some gay suburban dream...
And, No there is no spell check on this pre-historic computer and the Holly Hobby keyboard is a bit awkward for my big mits so we'll have to live with typos for a while...
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