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Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Meter
1/26/2011 - Staff #72 - I wasn't sure how to mail such a huge envelope. When I told Margaret that I thought I'd just walk it down to the PO, she said not to, as my reimbursement would come out of HAP's Petty Cash acct, while the postage meter is billed directly to downtown. She said that Tuan would help me with the mailing.
I got Tuan at his desk. While I walked the western route to the meter, past Ramona's office, he headed east, then south past the JV's desks. Odd, I thought--a little bit longer route, I wonder why Tuan is--…and he stopped in the supply closet, came out with a roll of scotch tape.
He helped me with the mailing. I guess it IS alright to run a regular envelope thru the meter and scotch tape that to the larger envelope, which was what was hanging me up in the first place.
Tuan handed me the scotch tape dispenser, and the new roll of tape that he'd gotten out of the supply closet. "In case it run out," he told me. I taped the regular envelope to the big envelope.
It ran out. I don't know how he knew that it was about to run out, or what gave him the foresight to stop in the supply closet. I just know I'm a little freaked out.
Monday, January 24, 2011
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Ruuuude Bike Saddle
It wanted to molest me. Nothing that plenty of black vinyl electrical tape won't cure.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Strain Relief
My headphones/earbuds always fail right where the cord meets the plug. I'm hoping this helps. Dental floss & krazy glue.
PS This only lasted about a week. Seemed like the krazy glue caused the insulation on the wires to degrade. It broke at the border where the glue stopped. I've made a new one using white duct-tape like stuff, and it's working beautifully.
We'll Be Home Soon, Ruthie
We'll Be Home Soon, Ruthie
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Monday, January 17, 2011
Holy Crap, Sinners!
Some anonymous mega-tagger and I just got sort of published in Warren Ellis' blog. HAP gets a namecheck.
Here's the one that he didn't use:
Here's the one that he didn't use:
Sunday, January 16, 2011
The People's Torah
If anybody can explain this interface or the project that it represents to me, I'm listening.
I'm the second letter H from Genesis 13:5. Something about Lot.
Apparently, my hand is invisible. Maybe I'm Adam Smith, or some construct of his.
I'm the second letter H from Genesis 13:5. Something about Lot.
Apparently, my hand is invisible. Maybe I'm Adam Smith, or some construct of his.
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It was still bothering me when I got to the office. I was still trying to deny it was happening. I sat down at my desk and opened my messenger bag. Oh crap, really? I'd left some files and my legal pad at Ward 93. Crap. Crappity crap-crap crap.
Gotta go back. There goes my lunch hour. And that's going to be two more rides on the eternally charming 9 San Bruno. This is just great.
I bought a five-dollar chicken & cheese sandwich at the Martha & Bros. on the corner and bolted it angrily on my way to the bus stop. Still trying to ignore that arm. I remembered all the times I had laughed, ha ha!, at similar sensations in my right arm. Ha! Right arm pain? That signifies nothing! Ha, I tell you.
I was able to get into Ward 93 and retrieve my stuff, although I did have to convince some lady there that I was legit and not a client. "There's some terribly confidential material in there." "I understand, ma'am. That's what I'm here for." Ramona at Reception vouched for me.
Back on the bus, I had the sudden realization that if anybody else was having shooting pains in his left arm, I would have told him to take an aspirin, right now, and not be an idiot. I got off at Walgreens and did just that. Whatever was going on between my left arm and my imagination eventually quit doing that. I hope that when I do start having an infarction, I'll remember this.
Chicken sandwich, sheesh. Contraindicated. What a douche.