OMG, can we say "frazzled"?

I don't know what the hell is wrong with me today. I feel totally scatterbrained and useless. Every time I open my mouth, something unintelligible falls out, even though it's proper English and it sounded great in my head. I've gotten so many blank stares today it's enough to make one paranoid! I'm a little warm, and kinda sad and upset that one of our group—one of the few in our group whom I appreciate and enjoy talking to—is definitely leaving us for a different department in the company. While we knew this would happen, it's taken so long to happen that I kinda thought it wouldn't happen. Total denial. Sad for us (me, really), and very good for him. So that would do it. Plus, I kinda feel ratty in my pink (unironed, but wearable) shirt and khakis and my beat up Doc Martens. I wish this place would figure out how to regulate the air. Sometimes it's an icebox, other times it's an oven. Today it's the latter.

So. Saturday, I got my hair cut by Joe, and then I drove down to Monterey for the weeding. SP did the hair for the wedding party, the girls that is, and was a little late getting back to his place to pick me up, and we ended up missing the ceremony, which, apparently, was only about 20 minutes anyway. No Catholic aerobics here. We got there just as they were starting the post-ceremony photo shoot, and we headed directly for the bar. It was a nice evening, and both the bride and groom had nice looking men present. SP and I drank gratefully, and we ended up closing the place down around 12:30.

Sunday morning, we woke up a little late, and headed out to Toasties in PG for potatoes with SLY and CKY. That was nice and fattening. Curse me, I had mentioned that I found a potentially cheap and easy way to bring a wireless connection to his aging iMac without the need of an Airport card. Curse me, please. He was all for it, so we went in search of the part. Circuit City in Sand City didn't have what I wanted, and, as it was already 2-ish on Sunday when I had planned to go home that night, I mentioned that I would stop by Fry's at lunch on Monday. He's all, why not go right now? Ugh. OK. Mister "I Can't Wait For Delivery" insisted that he end his lack of the Internets immediately, so we piled in the car and drove up to Campbell in search of the ethernet bridge.

And doncha know, the part I found on the Internet is discontinued, yay. Where does it say that on LinkSys' website? Nowhere. Why does Amazon still sell it? Dunno. But I do know that I could get one on eBay for cheeeep, but that would require waiting, which is what he's doing anyway because the part that we did end up getting requires a lot more information than should be necessary for one old iMac G4 to join a wireless network, and getting that information is dependent upon the availability of his landlord, who is the keeper of the network. Blah blah blah. OMG. This is way too complicated.

As we drove home, we stopped in Santa Cruz at Charlie Hong Kong for rice and noodle bowls (they had noodles, I had great green curry chicken rice bowl thanks it was delish). And by the time we got back to his place, it was kinda late, so I decided to stay the night and leave super early the next morning. I tried to set up this game bridge thing that the people at Fry's insisted would do the same thing as the ethernet bridge, but no, I need the IP address of the network in addition to the SSID and the WEP key. Why? Because it's fucked, that's why. And it's Wednesday, and does he have access yet? No. Why? Because no one's home to give it to him. And would Amazon have delivered his part by now? Yes. And would it have been easier? Probably. Whatever. All I know is that at this point, I'm willing to pay and/or do anything to find an original Airport card, not an Airport Extreme card. At least I know how to make that work. Back to Craig's List I go.

So, after talking with two polite representatives somewhere halfway around the globe, I gave up and went to bed. It was 11 p.m. I woke up the next morning at 5 a.m., left by 5:20 a.m., and made it back to the city by 7:30 a.m., just in time to make my 8:00 a.m. appointment for a blood draw with the vaccine people. And then I went to work until 3:30 p.m. What are you gonna do?

OMG, I just remembered that someone is being kicked off—not voted off, mind you, kicked off—"Project Runway" tonight. Yay. I'm so excited!!! Who is it? Keith? Andrea (please)? Loves it.

I guess that's all. So, when my coworker leaves to go downstairs to a new department, I will absorb his responsibilities, which is a natural fit for what I do anyway, and which means that I'll be more busy than I am now, which is a good thing. But it also means that I'll be the backup admin for the group. Huh? How do you figure? Because they want it that way. OK. I don't get coffee, I don't make travel arrangements, and I don't do expense reports. And I don't get birthday cakes. I doubt it will be that bad, but who knows because we're still without a department admin, and you know how the shit flows... I think it might be fun. I mean, if I'm not bitching about being busy, I'm bitching about not being busy. I'm just so hard to please.

Sigh. It's Wednesday.