Those infernal machines

There are three doctors in the break room, hovering over the fax machine, trying to figure out how to send a long-distance fax (LD calls require a special code from on-campus.) If they weren't blocking me from stealing the last of the nachos, I'd be keeling over with laughter. It's been fifteen minutes, and they still haven't figured it out!

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So the vague plan to head to the grocery store for fruit and eggs before heading home has been shot down. In flames. Big, fiery inferno of margaritas at Agua Verde. I'll probably have dinner there, too.

Silicon Blonde Moment

Yes, even computer professionals can have these days. See, last night Ali gave me a disk with a story on it.

This morning I rebooted my computer, just to get it done at least once this week, and it wouldn't come back up. NTLDR was missing. Fuck. This might require reloading the OS, something I've done twice on other computers at work this week.

This afternoon, after sticking in the System Restore CD, I watched it boot off the CD, and noticed the floppy drive was occupied.

Yes, Misha, the floppy is first in the boot order, and if it's not a bootable disk, guess what? Computer no boot.

So, relieved that I don't have to hoop-jump and reload the OS and potentially loose shit, and rather sheepish about the whole disk thing. I'm usually quite intelligent, honest.