Tuesday, Nov. 16, 2004
Wow... It's only 11:30 and I'm done working for the night!
My fever spiked about 4:30-ish this afternoon, and I'm in a pissy mood because I have this neat new all-in-one printer/copier/scanner and it doesn't work. Oh the printer worked - past tense, worked. The scanner didn't work. My computer told me that it was lacking the drivers for the scanner portion of things. No problem, right? I dug out the installation CD and dutifully slipped it into my CD ROM drive, and voilà!... Nothing.
Turns out that the installation disk has a nice big fat scratch running through the important part - the middle. Not only will it not load the drivers for the scanner, but I downloaded the drivers from the Hewlett-Packard web site, and installed that way.
Now NOTHING works, not even the printer portion.
And Hewlett-Packard customer service being as it is (which is to say, it doesn't exist) I'm guessing I'm stuck with a very expensive paperweight unless I can find a place to buy a new installation CD. Pardon me if I don't hold my breath on that.
Yes, boys and girls, my sarcasm index is on high today. I got zero sleep last night after Youngest Daughter asked to check her email at 1am - right after I finished working for the night. She was still checking it at 3am (said with a voice so dry I'm spitting sand) and since my computer is in my bedroom, I asked her to sign off so I could get a good four hours of sleep before going to work so I can support her and her child.
Youngest Daughter was in Extremely Stupid mode, apparently, because she decided that I was being grossly unfair. She actually demanded that I obtain and hook up a second computer for her convenience(!) And just to make it really lovely, when I pointed out that since she's not working, she's got all day to play on the computer while I'm at work, her response was, "But I don't get up until 3(pm)."
Now I don't know about y'all, but that phrase just didn't do much to endear her to me about that point. She got a call back on a job application a couple of weeks ago, and told me she couldn't get ahold of the man who called her.
I wonder why???
I've already told her she's got to get out. Doesn't do me any good - she has expended her friends' patience (not to mention bank accounts) and has nowhere left to mooch... er, to go. She's run rough-shod through my sympathy, too. There are a lot of people I know who told me not to let her so much as step foot in my house. Trouble is I don't let her in - she lets herself in. No, I didn't give her a key but she still manages.
I'm to the point of having to call in the big guns. I have two shots - her grandparents, or the police. Her grandparents aren't going to do anything. And the police here have exactly two modes: they will either do absolutely nothing, or they'll shoot and kill her, which is not acceptable. If anybody kills her, it's gonna be me. (Said with tongue firmly planted in cheek.)
I'm still plodding along at work, trying to figure out how to escape the situation there.
That Greyhound's looking better by the second.
Before - After
In the grander scheme of things, no soul can truly be replaced. Each one of us has a place in the universal tapestry. We each contribute our own color and texture. When one thread is snipped too soon, it distorts all the threads around it. Other lives can unravel and tear. If the wrong thread is ripped away, the whole fabric of life becomes dangerously fragile.
- LeiLani, aka Radiogurl aka Bright Opal (1957 - )