Sleepless in Scotland

A scene from this morning:

Someone: *knocks on door*
Melle: *was asleep, wakes up* "Gnurgh?" *gets up, walks to door*
Melle: *hand on doorknob* "Wait, what am I missi--CLOTHES! Right! Augh!" *scrambles*

Turned out to be the gas people checking to make sure we'd all switched our gas off so they can work on the connection today. Still, I guess this shows the perils of sleeping naked. >_<

Wow, first call of the day and already with the assholery. Calling me "darling" or "sweetheart" every other sentence is bad enough, but then trying to haggle on the price for a replacement GPS receiver (yes, it's expensive, but as I pointed out to you, you can get one for much cheaper, and we seriously don't care if you do, I promise), going so far as to try and get it replaced under warranty? No. In fact, fuck no. What the hell is wrong with some people?

After a lot of back and forth with my host's Tech Support, they "ran some updates," and what do you know, suddenly my disk space usage is displaying correctly. (There's a small discrepancy of a few MB, which is about what I expected -- probably some logs or something that's outside my home directory, which is fair enough.) Coincidentally, "running some updates" was what they did to get the e-mail quotas to display correctly as well. Not too impressed here, because I still don't know WTF was going on, and it took four hours of song and dance trying to explain that no, see, a) I've already deleted all the logs in the home dir, and b) those would (and did) show up in the Disk Usage Viewer and thus aren't part of the 488MB that's not in there. So in short, I still don't know WTF was wrong, but at least it's fixed for now.

I now really want to redo my website, and mirror my LJ there and stuff. I know, rationally speaking, that this is me procrastinating on NaNo planning, but I'm not sure I care. Anyway, anyone know of a way to import/export from LJ to Wordpress with comments and tags intact? And if there's a way to friendslock entries in WordPress?

*noodles about with content management software* *pokes things with pointy sticks*

Am back. Will not need to eat for like a week, between lots of food and lots of Guinness. Will likely be quiet and uncommunicative for a bit as I recover from the last few overly-social weeks. Mneh.

Ha! Not even nine yet, and I've been quite productive. :D Paid all the bills that needed paying, which means I'll be back online tonight and femgeeks should be back up some time today as well, so yaye for that!

On the boo side, I went to get cigarette tubes this morning and found my local newsagent burnt out. Now I'm worried about the owner, who's always been very nice to me and reguler scolds me for smoking too much. :(

Also: Best. Knitting project. EVAH!

You know, as shiny as the iPhone looks, I'm still put off by the touch screen. This may just be me, though, as I just know I'd bread it completely the first week or so, and be completely SOL.

( Whinging. Escapade. Work. Stuff. )

Melle. Smash. Puny. Humans.

i'm so not having my day. gah. *crawls under rock and dies*

Crossposted from Sleepless in Scotland. Comment here or there.

FUCK FUCK FUCK! I've lost my goddamned debit card in the thirty yards between the shop and the bus stop.

Suck, gah.

[ETA] Aaaand apart from the usual hassle, I just realised I won't get my new card until my WoW trial account runs out (and that's not even counting any additional hassle with verification and PayPal and crap and GAH! I hate the WORLD! [/ETA]

Crossposted from Sleepless in Scotland. Comment here or there.

*flops* Is it Friday yet? This has been the busiest week in ages, between the new-computer-and-OMG-leak weekend, Mags visiting on Monday, dinner with jane on Tuesday, game yesterday, and game today, my first evening off will be tomorrow. I've not done the dishes in a week, and I have laundry to do, and general relaxing and writing!

On the up side, I just took my first tech support call, and I only had to ask for help once, and the akswer to that question was "Yeah, that needs to be escalated," so I think I did pretty well. I definitely felt pretty confident, and I don't think it showed that it was my first call, which is good. This confirms my theory that what reall counts in this job is how confident you are on the phone, how well you can blag, and your problem-spotting and information-gathering skills. The actual product you support is kind of secondary to those.

Link of the Day, yoinked from wibbble: *covets*

( Weather Pixie says ... )

Weekend of Debauchery and Boobies went well, but one day is not enough to recover. Gah. I don't know how you people who get hangovers do this. (Of course, most of you probably actually have bodies that let you sleep more than six hours, which I suppose would help.)

I believe I'm also going to be taken on a bra-shopping trip by intemporaliter and troubleinchina (and padredon, but he's a boy and therefore doesn't count), apparently, I vaguely recall someone at one of the parties informing me (much to my horror) that I may be a D-cup. Stupid breasts.

Random link o' the day: Noel Clarke (aka Mickey Smith) booty! With thanks to anothersuperboy for diggin it up for me. Muah!

Random Co-worker Voice: "Frodo?"
I just don't know about these people, man.

My baby brother has now officially graduated from secondary school. I'm feeling so old, man. It seems like only yesterday that I took his twelve-year old self to see TPM and we fraked out people at the train station on the way back by having pretend lightsaber fights and singing the Imperial March at each other. And now he's all grown up! (Well, as groqn up as anyone in this family ever gets, heh.)

Today is shaping up to be v. annoying. Shall comfort self by making desserty stuff for the Expat Party and licking the bowl. Mmm, chocolatey goodness ...

It's finally Friday! ( Have a random poll to celebrate! )

I'm probably not going to go to Pride tomorrow. I'm in a shitty mood, I need to clean and stuff, and between last weekend and next weekend I'm going to get more than my share of groups-of-people experience for the month, so yeah. Plus, wasn't looking forward to trekking all the way up to Glasgow, frankly.