242 - It's Friday. That's good.

Ever since I got the code from Ian to prevent right clicking, I've been right clicking on my blog like a fool. It amuses me to no end when that little message pops up.

It's the little things.

Today seemed longedy-long-long. I know it's not technically a holiday weekend (in that we get an extra day off), but most people took the last half of the day, and that means it was ghost town USA. Boring.

This morning I got a new computer. At work, not at home. They call the process "getting a refresh," or "being refreshed." I don't find it refreshing. As great a job as those guys do at transferring data over, there's always something that irritates me about the new computer... having to reorganize my desktop icons... having to get my resolution back to normal... bundling the thousands of cords projecting out the back of the computer. Yes, it's a hard life I have. And I noticed that the computer case was wider, and the keyboard was bulkier... only the speakers got smaller. My new mouse has a scroll wheel like the old one, but this one is annoyingly loud.

Me no likey.

So the guy was done with my refresh, and he made a call to the call center to close the ticket. He said he needed to 'recycle a name... Hutchison... H... O... oh wait, H as in home, U as in...' But when he said it, it sounded like this, 'I need to recycle a name... Hutchison... H... O... oh wait, H as in ho, U as in...' What??? You're calling me a ho? You don't even know me! (Jerry! Jerry! Jerry!)

Last night I was awakened at 11:33 pm by the one thing (for storytelling purposes) in life that I cannot abide. Bass. Loud and thumpy. It. Drives. Me. Nuts. My bloodpressure immediately shoots up and I want to rip something apart -- I can't take it.

I jumped out of bed, flipped on the porch light and looked out the front window. No cars, nothing obvious. 'Calm down,' I told myself. 'Even though I can't see it, it's probably just a car dropping someone off, they'll be gone in a minute.' Got back into bed, breathing hard, wanting to hit something and scream. I restrained myself.

Could still hear it. Was getting increasingly aggravated (hell I'm aggravated now, just typing about it). I managd to restrain myself for another minute or so before hopping out of bed and opening a window to gauge where it was coming from. Strange. I didn't hear it at the front of my house.

I went to the back of the house. Ah... there it was. Some moron on the street behind me. I even thought I could pinpoint the house by the fact that their garage door was up and the light was on. I'm all for being neighborly and asking nicely, but it's after 11:30 pm, and I'm not about to go tromping around the block to ask some strange someone to turn their music down (not that I expect it would have done any good, it probably just would have turned into a confrontation). Time to call the coppers.

So I called.

And I waited.

Licking my lips with naked anticipation.

The moment came about 5 minutes later. Sudden silence. Glorious, wonderful silence. I giggled a little.

Assclowns. What the fuck are they doing with their stereo full blast at that hour on a school night? So loud that I could hear it through my double-paned windows with the television on! I was so wound up that it took me another hour to go back to sleep. Grrr. I hate people.