you’d be so handsome if you’d just stand up
my boss put in his couple of weeks tonight.
that leaves me and the Canadian on the desk. well, not really. in two weeks and change, it’ll be me and him. they might as well burn the motherfucker down; neither he or I are qualified to be in charge. and judging by the way my supervisor is leaving, I’d rather lie down in traffic than take his position. so let’s hope they don’t bump their head and decide two copy editors is enough to design that fucking place. I’d like a day off some time between now and Christmas.
I’m having a weekend crisis of confidence.
you know, when you sit down and think, ‘good lord, what the hell am I doing with my life?’
one of those.
I don’t mind Charlottesville. really. I don’t. I just, I, fuck. the job sucks. bad hours, shitty pay. not really learning anything. office politics. carpal tunnel. fast food lunches. etc. it sucks.
so I got to find another profession, or position, or whatever. just something to think about over the next few months. so maybe when my lease is up on this hole, I’ll have something else to do. somewhere to go.
I sratched my glasses earlier this week, while cleaning the motherfuckers. not kidding. I’m calling shenanigans. the squirrels in my roof probably came down and loosened the screws so I’d intentionally pull the lens out of the frames. now I got a white line cutting through my vision on the left side of my face.
I called Mar to bitch. about this and the fact that my Xbox isn’t working. when I turn it on, a red light starts blinking. so I looked that up on line, and that means ‘total hardware failure.’ which sounds expensive to fix, and I can’t find my warranty. lost in the move, no doubt.
what I really need, to be straight, is a DVD player. I can get over the games. but I’ve got “Beyond Thunderdome,” which I only got a chance to watch once at Cat’s house, and it’s sitting here, and come on, that movie jams. and I want to watch it again. now. at 5 am. Master Blaster, man. ya heard?
lousy, no good total hardware failure. what the hell does that mean anyway?
Dude… you got the 3 red lights, aka “the ring of death”. You’re fucked.
Microsoft extended their warranty for that problem specifically because it has happened to basically every single person who bought a 360 close to launch. If you call their customer service line they’ll send you a fed ex box to ship it out and they’ll fix it for free… but it takes about 6 weeks to get it back.
If they give you a hard time because you don’t have a receipt, or your warranty, then just keep on bitching up the management line. You’ll start the process by talking to someone in India, but eventually you’ll get a manager who will just do it to shut you up. Trust me.
Also, you shouldn’t run into any major issues because they’ve extended the warranty, free of charge, for experiencing the 3 red lights issue, and it’s good for 3 years… and since the system hasn’t been out for 3 years, that’s basically a guarantee that you qualify for the warranty… which is what you should tell them if you get any lip!
Oh, and smooth move fucking up your system right when Halo 3 is out.
-Smith
hope your asshole isn’t too sore after this weekend. 108-35? Jesus.