InfiniteTides

Do you work with (or for) someone who constantly grunts questions without listening to the answers?  Do you work with a knuckle-dragger who goes out of his way to make your help seem redundant and unappreciated?  Do you work with someone who criticizes everything, is quick to blame, but never has any ideas of ways to improve the situation himself?  Do you work with someone who needs everything explained and re-explained so he can be up to speed on a problem that has nothing to do with his job and gets involved, slowing down the problem-solving process?  Do you work with an unevolved Neanderthal who believes he has all of the answers, is incapable of delegating to more qualified co-workers and stubbornly clings to incorrect or defective ideas or reasoning in the face of evidence that clearly proves him wrong?  Do you work with a stone age troglodyte whose unintelligible emails are riddled with grammar and spelling errors (despite the availability of spell-check)?  Do you work with the gorilla who tells everyone else what their responsibilities are without having any actual knowledge about company job descriptions and duties?  Does the dearth of intelligence and acquired knowledge exhibited by your boss or co-worker lead you to question with whom and to what degree this Homo erectus demeaned himself?  Is your monkey’s first response to every problem to ask if we can’t just ignore it?

Are you interested in buying one?  My company has a surplus.

Vista, you almost had me.  You were so very close!  I almost thought I was starting to like using your shiny interface with the most resource draining features turned off), but then I looked just beneath the surface, and you let me down.

Why can’t you show me the progress of my hard drive’s defrag operation?  Would it be too much to ask to see an approximate percentage of completion or an estimate of when you might be done?  “A few minutes to a few hours” is no kind of time frame!

Why don’t you shut my programs down when I tell you to, even if they do try to crash?  Wasn’t that something Vista was suppose to be great at?  Keeping programs running in seperate memory so that when one program crashed, it could be closed easily without bringing the whole system down?  So why then do I have a blinking (read: crashed!) Task Manager icon in my system tray that I cannot close?  Lame!!!

Nick, a friend of mine, suggested I install Windows 7 as my primary (and only) operating system.  After the niggling little issues I’ve been fighting through with Vista, that’s beginning to sound more and more like something I’m willing to do.

Honestly, I don’t know why I keep ordering things from stores that ship via UPS.  Probably because I don’t have much choice.  All of the major shipping companies, including USPS suck more often than not anyway, so it probably doesn’t even matter who ships my stuff.

Arguably, according to UPS’s inaccurate tracking, my t-shirts should have arrived yesterday.  It’s difficult to say with any certainty where my package is because this is what their site tells me:

I thought that I was my package’s final destination, but it was not delivered yesterday.  There has been no update as of yet.  So, where the F is my package?!  I don’t want to go to work shirtless and flaunt my skinniness to all of the old fat nasties, but I might have little choice.  Or I could just wear something from my t-shirt drawer, but I wanted to wear my new samurai hollow sun shirt for the PI team picture at work.  Maybe I’ll get my t-shirts today, or maybe Josh stole my package just like he threatened to do.  Oh well.  Such is the unpredictable chaos of life.

Is it just me, or are stupid people always in the way?  Yesterday as I was leaving for work, my garage was blocked by one of the retarded cleaning people who were fixing up the apartment next door.  There was room for 3 cars to the left of my garage, but this f-ing tard decided to park directly in front of my garage door.  Fortunately he heard me leaving and hollered down to me.  “Is my car in the way?”  Uh yeah, retard, it is!  When he came down to move it, he discovered that he didn’t have his keys.  I had to wait for him to go get them, almost making me late for work.  Asshole.