Lost ideas

I had an idea in the shower this morning, that seems to have gone the way of a missing sock. It'll come to me, but it'll wait until I'm wearing sandals and couldn't care less.

Amtrak's having a special to Vancouver and back - one-way fares for $7. Pity it's not Vancouver, WA - that would make hammerhead22's Halloween Party much more doable. I'm having trouble coming up with a costume this year - I'm thinking ahead, but I'm also trying to find something that I wouldn't mind wearing to work. (So the harem girl thing is just right out. ;)

Oh yeah! Sleeping Beauty, with the spindle that she pricks her finger on a metaphor for technology. I've been thinking about participating inNaNoWriMo, but I didn't exactly have a good novel idea, and this would be cool.

Add in five pages on the Watcher/Watcher bunny last night, and I'm feeling pretty on top of things. (We'll just ignore the two bills I should have paid last month that turned up in my excavation of piles last night, and the phone calls hovering over my head at work. Yeah. Minor details.)

Crap

Crapola. Crapitude. Craptastic. Craplicious. Crapulous. The Crapinator.

So my boss has been bugging me to make this call to Brother so I chew them out for sending me to their Canadian support and then bully them into replacing one of their print/copy/fax thingees. And I keep getting distracted by other things, like help desk calls (and slash, but mostly help desk calls.) I even started to call them, and picked up to the phone just as J down in CT wanted help fixing her printer. Finally, finally, I get a pause in the hustle, and sit down and...

They're experiencing such a high volume of calls, I can't even get put on hold.

Joy and rapture. I think I'll play with my new Palm.

Outside the Box

I've decided to be magnanimous and share the results of my boredom. (I got through to Brother. I'm now in Perpetual Hold Hell.)


What box do you get put in?
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