Well, Who'da Thunk It...

So, the first day I get cable internet...no post. What kind of loser move is that?

Well, Mr. Not-So-Nice Cable Guy came over yesterday. After he bitched to me about having to install a new outlet (HI...IT'S YOUR JOB!) he handed me a disk and a piece of paper and was almost out the door. I chased him down to ask if everything thing was set and he said: "Well, I guess...you'll have to try it, huh?"

This is not what I wanted to hear. But, I went with it. I grabbed the convenient disk and sat down at the computer. After a few minutes of installation, I got a message that it was going to test my connection. Great, I thought...HERE WE GO!

nope

No connection, can not find ISP, connection error; the whole bit. So I had to call tech support. I got to talk to James who was VERY cute (sounding) and VERY gay (totally). He tried his damnded, bless him. Nothing would work. I restarted my computer about 6 times over the course of the next hour and a half. Well, it started to take a while and I realized I had to be at work in a little bit. I interrupted him and said, "I have to be at work in 21 minutes, so I will have to call back if I can't get this figured out." He responds, "21 minutes...really?" (Which is pretty much exactly would I say and in the same tone.) "Yeah, exactly, actually. And I am in pajamas. How late are you guys there?" "Well, we're 24 hours...pause...but I won't be back in till tomorrow morning." "Alright, talk to you soon, James." "Have a good day at work, Matt."

He is SO into me...I can tell.

So, I was really looking forward to calling him this morning, but when I got home last night everything worked...without me doing anything. I don't get it, but oh well. I thought about calling him anyway, just for fun...but then I realized he can access my computer remotely and see that I am connected...and he lives in farfaraway. Oh well...at least I'm online now. **I already tested it, and yes, it is great for porn** ;)


Watching Ellen right now. Her old prom date is on with her and she is trying to explain that they dated. She literally choked on the word 'attracted' as in: I looked over and saw this guy with long hair and I was immediately at*cough*tracted to him. Hilarious to me.

I missed a party last night. cry. A bunch of our fratties are graduating and rented the top floor of Harry's for the evening. They started at 6, but I didn't get out of work till almost 10 last night. I figure by then they were probably pouring themselved into cabs. So, I came home and did *nothing*. I am SO tired and I have to work all weekend. My next day off isn't till next Tuesday. SUCKS. MY. ASS.

[Public Service Announcement]: Do not enter a commission sales shoe department at 9:25 (5 minutes before closing) with 5 of your friends and ask for 3 shoes each. You will be hated. The 9% I make on your sale is not worth it to me. And here's a clue: when they announce closing and then turn off the lights at 9:35...you should leave. Or, at least not ask for more shoes. If you do stay, do not (REPEAT: DO NOT) leave without buying anything. So, let's do the math. 9%x$0=nada. So, basically I was at work for almost 30 minutes extra and I made NO money for it. Here's the thing about commission. It's not a bonus...it's my paycheck. I don't make a salary or an hourly wage. I make 9% of my shoe sales. period, dot, the end...

Thanks for listening.