"So then they put handcuffs on me; I wasn't arrested or anything, just detained." -Honeyman

I love when I feel productive. I love the idea that I accomplished a lot today. I love that I had to reply to a business voicemail (I'm getting business voicemails!!!) because I was on the other line, working on important stuff. I love that when I called a local company the guy not only knew who I was right after I started talking but also said he tried to call me earlier this week and asked for my cell number so he could get straight through next time.


Not to surprise anyone, but 1,000 calories is BARELY ANY FOOD. I'm trying to stay around 1,000 and I've been doing pretty OK with it--day before yesterday I hit around 1400ish though, because of the delicious cruelty that is Panda Express's orange chicken. I'm trying to be really good but waking up early is becoming hard for me. I missed going to the gym this morning (again)


Wow, what happened to my patience? Shot. Gone. Kapoot. At least momentarily. People are driving me absolutely crazy incredibly quickly. Because I plugged his computer into a router instead of a switch Terry couldn't print (mwa ha ha) so I told him to just switch it back until he was done. Gosh. You would think I was asking him for a kidney. He was fuh-reaking out. I explained how to do it: "Unplug the router, unplug your computer from the router, plug your computer in the wall." WHAT IS DIFFICULT ABOUT THAT?!??!!!??!!?!? Man. I told him the best way to do it is lay on your back and reach up. Again, what is difficult about the idea of pulling one plug and putting an other one in?
He was freaking out for a few minutes then was trying to pull the desk out so he wouldn't have to reach from under. Oh my heavens! I called him a wimp (three times, actually) and did it myself.

He is trying to print a file that is 500 pages. I told him we don't even have 500 pieces of paper available for him to just print a bunch of crap (not my exact words, but basically the same tone, haha.) Driving me CRAZY. I tried to explain, for a good five minutes, that he really really really doesn't need to print out the 500 pages because it is SO MUCH more logical to just save the file.
He asked how to just print out the first page so he could make labels from the addresses on it, so I explained (nicely) that it would probably be easier for him to just keep it on the computer, so he could copy & paste the info rather than retyping it. He said, "How do you do THAT?" I chuckled and said I'd do it. He said, "I'm not a secretary so I don't know these things." What the? Apparently, I just got demoted to secretary since that could be the only reason I know things. That annoyed me a LOT. I said, "Oh, ok. I'm done. You can figure it all out yourself. Bye." and turned back to my computer.

Driving me crazy. I have absolutely no patience for people who know less than me but try to tell me what to do. Gosh. It's like that other guy who told me to find him a map of Las Vegas's ZIP codes. I was busy with something so I told him he could just Google it. He was annoyed that I wouldn't do it for him (Not my job and you're not my boss, thanks) but wandered to his computer anyhow. He came back and said, "I typed in 'find me a map of ZIPs for Vegas' but nothing happened." Ok, folks, he typed it into the subject line of an email.

I wouldn't expect my mother to understand one bit about what I was saying if I went off about routers and such. But a 30-year-old?

...Wow.