Pawprints From Space

Okay, so we have to have a high speed connection to work from home. That's cool. Makes perfect sense. There is one tiny problem though... My personal computer will not "talk to" the ISP. Nope. One long headache of "Page Not Found" or even "Server Not Found". So I contact tech support, after all the salesfolk told me that my little ole Dell running Windows 98SE would be fine. Nope. The lovely tech twits tell me that there is obviously something wrong with my network card. Now this is the same network card that has worked perfectly for years. Oh yeah and I need to upgrade my operating system. Hello! Your literate says Windows 98SE is compatible. Guess what kids, the company is not going to reimburse me for any of that nonsense. And why should they? This is my PERSONAL computer we are talking about. So hey I can understand their perspective. However.... I wouldn't have upgraded to a cable ISP if I didn't have to for the job. Those crooks already g...

Yipes! It has gone from raining and unseasonably (10 degrees below normal on a good day) to flirting with 90 degrees. Now I like warm weather, I adore sunshine and I seem to have a decent tolerance for hot weather. But this sudden shift? Nuts! Can't work in the yard in this heat, not without a nasty heat rash at the minimum. So thought I'd work inside the house and finish setting up the "home office". Nope. When you buy one of those metal storage shelves and the holes to put the bolts through do not under threat or pleading line up you are pretty much s.o.l. This sucks. The whole move to a remote worker status thing sounds fairly good on the surface until you have to make the thing work. I'm just glad I have a house with a basement if I were still living in an apartment there is no way this would be feasible. Work on that paper? Maybe. Right now I am too pissed off at the way the rest of the day has gone to be able to focus much on that. Do not want to come across...

A lot can happen in a month. And yet not much can change... The company reorganization has moved forward a lot faster than anticipated and I am now working out of boxes. The house resembles the sort of scene you see in movies when the fly-by-night company sets up shop in a location and you just know they can be outta there in a heartbeat. It is beyond annoying. Of course once I get a filing cabinet moved in here (oh the joys of being female with a small car, one is dependent upon the schedules of others) and assemble a couple of shelves in the basement it might look better around here. Of course this requires time. In other news the last month saw the loss of the man who, though he was my uncle, was a father to me. If I had had time to grieve I might feel a little better. School is winding down. I have a 12 page paper to put together somehow in the next few days although with a presentation on the thing. It really isn't due for another week but since I have to work next weekend gue...