Laptop threw a fit this morning and almost got thrown out the window. It decided it couldn't find the modem. Fuck only knows where it thinks it lost it. Probably down the back of the desk — which is where some bottles of ink now are, because... yeah. So I had to get everything hastily installed on my mother's old work laptop. New browsers, new VPN software, everything. Managed to forget my VPN password and, having remembered it, realised I'd forgotten my VPN username. Once I managed all that my token software decided it couldn't find some random DLL.
All the while I'm desperately rebooting my own laptop again and again in the hope that it finds the modem behind, I dunno, the fucking fridge or something, all while talking to the work helpline, and still nothing. In the end, maybe 10 minutes before my next shift and one I'd really rather NOT miss thankyouverymuch.
...Just watched two women walking their prams, which I'm assuming have babies in, up the middle of the road just so they can gab. Because motorists won't be on it, right? That thing that cars travel on? JFC this town...
So anyway, I finally lose all patience and hammer the power button on the soon-to-be-ejected-from-an-upstairs-window laptop, then thump it again to turn it on.
Oh look! It finally found the modem. Must've been down the back of the sofa the whole time.
So I'm only one hour's work down, I've got a backup computer, and now I've just gotta wait for the new one to arrive, which should happen in about... 9 days. *sigh*
But at least I'm not the only person having a bad day. I'd finished work and was drawing the living room curtains when I realised there was a Tesco van parked outside. Figured it was for my irritating neighbours until he came down the lawn with two boxes. When I got the door open he'd gone to fetch some more, and I stared down at two loaves of wholemeal bread and some ethically-sourced eggs until he came back. Cue dawning horror on the poor bloke's face as I say, uh, we've not got a delivery today. "I'm so sorry! I'm so used to coming here when I'm on this street."
So I almost got someone else's shopping, but at least it's One Of Those Days for someone else too.
Asexual, aromantic, and transmasc non-binary. No, I have no idea how I ended up writing romance either.