25 February
So the office is still not a ball of joy.
One fax machine is working, kind of, and there appears to be some sort of number stuck to it on a Post-It (and if it's on a Post-It, it must be true!) that actually bears some resemblance to reality and we got a delivery of about ten million garbage cans, so those are improvements, but it's a case of one step forward, two steps back, because the phones went completely insane.
I only discovered that when I took over when Mia left. The voicemail wasn't working, and when I threw a call at an extension and that person was not there, rather than it simply bouncing back to the front desk, it would hang up on the caller and then bounce back to the front desk!
So I was answering calls, answering phantom calls, answering calls from when people tried to get into the non-working voicemail and they would bounce to the front desk, paging people who weren't answering their lines, and writing down messages like in the olden days before voicemail!
I was only at that desk for an hour but I developed a twitch.
I tend not to like to discuss stuff that might happen before it is set, because the minute I open my fat yap it is likely then to fly straight up the asshole of disaster, but I'm really chuffed about this, so I'll risk it.
Sandra approached me about reading some journals on this new show about on-line journals (whaddaya know!), on Planet Amazon's radio station, and I thought that it was a pretty cool idea so I said yes. Well, yesterday I heard from Rae, the woman in charge, and she said that she had changed her mind about my being part of the journaling show, and instead she wanted me to read my own stuff on a daily basis!
The funny thing is that these entries were always intended to be read aloud--in fact, I always read them aloud before finishing so as to check the flow. So this page will at last be fulfilling its destiny.
So I seem to be hopping on that Real Audio bandwagon, which is odd because I find it almost impossible to listen to RA myself without my browser crashing merrily every five seconds. Nothing like being the nine millionth journalist to use RA, but I figure I can be forgiven for not being original, since it was not actually my idea! I was approached! That should give me some points...
Anyway, details to come, but isn't that neat?!
Got me a new monitor!
It was kind of discarded in a heap, so I liberated it and brought it home, staggering through the rain under its enormous weight. It's about twice the size of my old monitor, and the problem with the old one was that everything was pink! Something was loose inside or something, and everything was just as pink as pink could be, so when I brought home the new one, I was just like "Anything, as long as everything isn't fucking pink!"
So I connected it, and it was just marvelous! Everything was the colour it should be and all was right with the world, and about ten minutes later, there was this kind of flip, and...
Everything turned yellow!
I laughed and laughed. Better than pink, baby.
Alana Davis was on Leno last night, so I was able to hear her version of 32 Flavours. I heard it was bad, but it really was appalling! Christ, I can't believe that that steaming pile of shite is popular and Ani's version is ignored.
People are idiots. All of them.
One year ago today:
A festive welcome home.
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