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the other shoe
March 10, 2009
The car has been running fine since coming home from the mechanic, so I've been wondering what the next problem would be.
Found it. This morning, in the dark and the pouring rain, I flipped the rear wiper switch. The blade flipped up, made it halfway across the back window...and stopped. In the straight-up noon position. Where it stayed until a just moment before I pulled into the drive at work--and then it finished the swipe it had started 30 miles earlier, and lay itself down.
Gah. Maybe a loose wire? I don't know. I only know that you can't see shit out the back window of the Retro-Rocket when it's raining, unless you run the wiper. So that's something else I'll have to get fixed.
Well, it was a little better at work today--two of the support line staffers were back to work, so I didn't have to cover for them. But on the other hand, I did spend a big chunk of the day dealing with technical issues and another big chunk teaching somebody how to get into and use the system. And if you think that someone who is smart enough to make it through medical school should be able to handle a little thing like logins and passwords, you would be mistaken. In an organization full of computer-challenged, clue-deficient idiots, the MDs are the biggest bunch of computer-challenged, clue-deficient idiots of all.
And they are no different in consulting roles than they are in practice--you can totally forget them being anywhere close to on time for an appointment.
I heard from my old friend D today; the first time in ages and ages. Her law-student daughter is considering summer job offers from the cities of Racine and Cudahy, and D wanted my opinion on those. I let her know as tactfully as I could that Racine is a cesspool. High rate of violent crime, and city officials resigning right and left for misconduct, sexual harassment, and in the case of their last mayor--after being arrested for attempted sexual assault of a minor and possession of child pornography!
Life is so freaking unfair. Phil Hartman is dead, and yet--Will Ferrell lives on to make unspeakable dreck like this. Seriously--this is so many kinds of wrong it's making my head explode.
I bought a steam cleaner today. I'm sick of mopping up after that damned pile o' crap fridge, and the only thing I've ever seen that was really effective at dealing with the ice build-up was one of those steamer gadgets (the repairman used it). As long as I'm stuck with that stupid, poorly made hunk of junk, I'll just have to resign myself to defrosting my "frost-free" refrigerator every few months.
Reading: "Murder is Easy" and "Cat Among The Pigeons", by Agatha Christie.
Surfing: Rolcats�LOLcats with a distinctly Soviet flavor. Thanks, Ces!
Listening: Neneh Cherry & Michael Stipe, Santana, Arcade Fire, U2.
At Random: click here
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