Hanging out with CeCe and Yea High.
May. 13th, 2013 02:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
impyToday is a money pit. I should go to sleep, like, now, and refuse to awaken until the clock strikes 12:01AM or something. Behold:
I woke up, packed up another box of dolls and then headed to the office so I could check out some stupid real estate listings (fucking city, I just want to rent a freakin' house or condo or something that is not a hole in the wall and I want to give you my money and why are you not allowing this to fucking happen?!) only the computer would blink to life, show me my Avengers desktop and then laugh and say no signal. But if you rebooted the whole thing, it would come back for another five minutes before lapsing into sleep mode or something. So... my day was off to a really awesome start. I'm not one of those people who keeps a spare monitor around just for funsies. Or at all, no matter the reasoning.
Today was take big dog (older but not actually physically larger) to the vet, because rental places are all "you up to date on your shots?" and um, yeah. So that little expense was actually $331 and she still has to go back to get a booster for one of the shots. Are you... yeah. Little doof is going to a different vet because our vet is just expensive as hell and I... have no real love for them at all, really. I don't hate them or anything, but I don't see the same vet each time or anything so there's no real connection to anything beyond "well, we've always gone here." And little doof has never been to that vet anyway. So that was one expensive pain in the arse.
Then we had to buy a muzzle for big doof because she's going to need her ears cleaned and um, she didn't like that nonsense at all, so... that was $14.
Computer monitor was $140 or so (it was on sale on top of clearance but it was the fucking display model and did they offer to take anything off due to that? No. And they also stiffed me a cable that my digital manual says I was supposed to receive so...
All of this was painful but okay until the boy, still reeking of alcohol, comes in and asks if I've seen his ID. Um, no? Turns out his license was suspended and no one ever told him. They busted him for an open container (who the fuck thinks it's okay to drink in a car PERIOD? Even if the keys aren't in the ignition? WHO THE HELL IS THAT...) and confiscated his license and the fine is something akin to a shitton of money.
And this fucking monitor is giving me a goddamned migraine.
I, apparently, took my profanity pills this morning.
So. This monitor. It's huge. How do you people deal with this on a normal regular basis? Our last one is like, a baby compared to this. I wanted a larger one but I think this is actually larger than my television screen. o_O
Seriously.
It also has built in speakers. Which wasn't exactly a selling point mind you, but our speakers are from like, 1998 or something, so it wasn't not a selling point either.
As part of my Mother's Day gift to Mums, we played some Mahjong. I believe I won once. I came damn close that last time. In case we ever play, please know I believe in playing the weird hands. :P I also cry each time I have to give up certain tiles. Not literally cry, but I do pout like a five year old told she cannot have a pony.
When I write that book called Oh, Lord, a white girl is cryin' in the parking lot it will have a chapter called "Hanging out with CeCe and Yea High." CeCe is my brother (some people still think Sean is pronounced See-En" and Yea High is Widget. Because he's yea high. *gestures*
Sometimes, sadly, saying CeCe and Yea High is the happiest thing about a good chunk of my day.
Jesus, this monitor is trying to eat my brain. It's time to back off and... back off.
I woke up, packed up another box of dolls and then headed to the office so I could check out some stupid real estate listings (fucking city, I just want to rent a freakin' house or condo or something that is not a hole in the wall and I want to give you my money and why are you not allowing this to fucking happen?!) only the computer would blink to life, show me my Avengers desktop and then laugh and say no signal. But if you rebooted the whole thing, it would come back for another five minutes before lapsing into sleep mode or something. So... my day was off to a really awesome start. I'm not one of those people who keeps a spare monitor around just for funsies. Or at all, no matter the reasoning.
Today was take big dog (older but not actually physically larger) to the vet, because rental places are all "you up to date on your shots?" and um, yeah. So that little expense was actually $331 and she still has to go back to get a booster for one of the shots. Are you... yeah. Little doof is going to a different vet because our vet is just expensive as hell and I... have no real love for them at all, really. I don't hate them or anything, but I don't see the same vet each time or anything so there's no real connection to anything beyond "well, we've always gone here." And little doof has never been to that vet anyway. So that was one expensive pain in the arse.
Then we had to buy a muzzle for big doof because she's going to need her ears cleaned and um, she didn't like that nonsense at all, so... that was $14.
Computer monitor was $140 or so (it was on sale on top of clearance but it was the fucking display model and did they offer to take anything off due to that? No. And they also stiffed me a cable that my digital manual says I was supposed to receive so...
All of this was painful but okay until the boy, still reeking of alcohol, comes in and asks if I've seen his ID. Um, no? Turns out his license was suspended and no one ever told him. They busted him for an open container (who the fuck thinks it's okay to drink in a car PERIOD? Even if the keys aren't in the ignition? WHO THE HELL IS THAT...) and confiscated his license and the fine is something akin to a shitton of money.
And this fucking monitor is giving me a goddamned migraine.
I, apparently, took my profanity pills this morning.
So. This monitor. It's huge. How do you people deal with this on a normal regular basis? Our last one is like, a baby compared to this. I wanted a larger one but I think this is actually larger than my television screen. o_O
Seriously.
It also has built in speakers. Which wasn't exactly a selling point mind you, but our speakers are from like, 1998 or something, so it wasn't not a selling point either.
As part of my Mother's Day gift to Mums, we played some Mahjong. I believe I won once. I came damn close that last time. In case we ever play, please know I believe in playing the weird hands. :P I also cry each time I have to give up certain tiles. Not literally cry, but I do pout like a five year old told she cannot have a pony.
When I write that book called Oh, Lord, a white girl is cryin' in the parking lot it will have a chapter called "Hanging out with CeCe and Yea High." CeCe is my brother (some people still think Sean is pronounced See-En" and Yea High is Widget. Because he's yea high. *gestures*
Sometimes, sadly, saying CeCe and Yea High is the happiest thing about a good chunk of my day.
Jesus, this monitor is trying to eat my brain. It's time to back off and... back off.