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Name: Guess. Go on. I won't stop you.
Psuedonym: Dagger. Dag, if you like.
Contact: Dagerswift@aol If you can't figure out that a .com goes at the end of that, I probably don't want mail from you anyway. ^_~
I dig: taekwondo; creating/appreciating music, art, or literature; fedoras; the air after a snowfall; good conversation; Indian and middle eastern food; rice; brown paper packages tied up wi- oh, hell.
Sucks to: people who confuse debate with shouting the same opinion/phrase over and over, raw cauliflower, hateful rap/punk/etc., a compulsively fast-paced and unemotional society
Location: the Chicagoland area
the beast what ate me: the book
They give me cardboard box to live in:
Pitas.com
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Updated: Thursday, July 10, 2003
10:34 a.m.
listening to: nothing
Well, I'm finally putting this up. I'm so lazy. But, I have laptop (Virgil), new palm, and office DSL. Life is good.
7/3/03
10:38 am
listening to: chatter at the front desk
location: my office
The DSL guy is here! HORRAY!!! I no longer care that my shift today runs from 9 a.m. until 7 p.m., because soon we shall have sweet, sweet broadband. Finally, our office can run as usual, unhindered by the constraints of unreliable-at-best dial-up. I can only thank our nurse for personally bitching out damn near every employee at Ameritech. Ph34r the nurse.
In other news, I need to write when I get home. Otherwise, Kit may strangle me with her own shoelaces for not finishing up that accursed second chapter.
. . . eee, broadband! Now I must go make blank charts. I'm supposed to finish 500. I'm currently done with 50. =_=;
7/3/03
3:21 pm
listening to: muzac and machines
location: Kinko's
Well, it seems that, after long deliberation, Ameritech has decided that our internet canno be set up until Monday. If they don't deliver, expect to see something in the news about a violent pink-haired menace savaging the Illinois branch offices of Ameritech, ripping out throats with her teeth.
In other news, I really wish my superiors (read: everyone else in the office) had bettr communication skills. You know, I can perfectly understand human inability to express things like beauty, love, and joy. But for the love of Mike, it can't be that hard to say 'this is the draft of this document we want you to use' versus 'this is the draft that is crap, neve bring it into my presnce again'before I finish 85 charts. Gaaaaaah. I'm sorely tempted to drown my sorrows in something involving coffee, chocolate, and whipped cream.
7/8/03
10:02 am
listening to: "Heaven" -- Live
location: my office
Nergh, the connecion's been crappy again lately. I can only hope it works when I get home, so I don't flood my blog entirely.
I've been randomly thinking, just now on what I mean when I jokingly describe my job as "office monkey". So far, from what I can figure, my job description includes:
- communications and advertizing
- filing and secretarial work
- copying
- food and supply running/purchasing
- computer maitenence and repair
- furniture assembly and other basic maitenence/janitorial work
. . . personally, I think it's easier to just say 'monkey'. Phew. No wonder I can easily exceed 30 hours a week. But then again, when your medical office is staffed only by three other people, who happen to be a doctor, nurse, and secretary, the fourth tends to absorb all the other assorted office management duties.
. . . more later. It seems another job has come up.
7/8/03
12:03 pm
listening to: traffic
location: the curb outside the office building
Thank God it's lunchtime. This has easily been the three worst consecutive working hours of my life, if only for the reason that every piece has been perfectly in place to keep me from doing my job. No DSL yet, no car until Mom picks me up (read: no copy runs), our order for filing tabs was mishandled, and every piece of software I need is either lost or needs to be purchased by the company and has not been bought yet. Even the order sheet we were faxed for Thursday's lunch looks third-generation, completely unreadable. As it is, on Thursday I'm going to have to run out and buy food for our nurse from another restaraunt entirely, because she's now deciding to be picky.
In short, I have a million jobs, and no way to fulfill them. Graaaaah. Updated: Tuesday, July 1, 2003
03:41 p.m.
listening to: nothing
6/30/03
6:23 pm
listening to: time passing
location: my new office
The tick-tock of the clock is painful / all sane and logical / I wanna tear it off the wall.
I'm sure that anyone who's ever worked a desk job can sympathize with the lyric. Bleh, I needs to get me a digital clock. Or at least a quieter one.
Don't mind me. I'm angsty 'cause Amber and Kit left today. No more shall we snuggle like ferrets on the futon. Gone are the long nights of insipid, schoolgirlish giggling. And, saddest of all, Kit will no longer have a beautiful woman to writhe in her lap. (just go ahead and ask her about that one.)
But! My well-past-shoulder-length hair is now gloriously, gloriously magenta-pink! Mmmmmm, pink. And now that my office has moved to its own suite, I have my own little psuedo-cubicle in the corner of the nurse's lab. I have (among other things) desk, plant, various and sundry office supplies, and --
six-foot tall window.
Haha, I have natural light!
. . . neener. XD
7/1/03
10:34 am
listening to: nothing
location: my office
Well, due to the sporadic-at-best nature of my Palm hotlink, I have switched formats. Ah, laziness, how I love thee.
Grrrr, eet DSL.
Sorry, had to get that out. The DSL people have been hideously inept at getting the cable installed into the new office. Which means that, effectively, we cannot function until they get their butts in gear and get over here. Argh. The whole office is getting pissed.
I can't wait to get off at 3:00. I'm going to the Taste of Chicago with Nick. I have not squealed about Nick yet, though squealing is long overdue. But that would require explanation as to what happened to Tim, so . . . bleh. Sufice to say that Nick is a sweetie, and makes Tim look like a jerk in comparison.
Aaaaaand, that's about all.
. . . *looks at the clock and whimpers*
7/1/03
2:50 pm
listening to: the nurse browbeating some hapless Ameritech employee named 'Lisa' over the phone
location: my office
Daggy [heart]s a days-old office. Why, I hear you asking? Well, for the simple reason that the food from the opening-day open house is still fresh in the refridgerator. Mmm,we must have about a quart of quite tasty potato salad left over. Horray for free lunch. Updated: Thursday, June 26, 2003
12:03 a.m.
listening to: Suzanne Vega -- "Calypso"
location: the home computer
Well, DaggerCon '03 continues wonderfully. Last night involved staying up late watching Reign on Adult Swim. Memorable quote:
Kit: . . . is it just me, or does Alexander look even prettier for some reason?
Dag: I think that's just the big screen.
So, yes. Alexander looks sexy on a big screen television. Moreso than usual, even.
. . . codpieces!
Today, we're going out shopping for things such as a swimsuit for Kit, because she does not own one, despite living in SoCal. This has led to many questions from my friends and family, such as whether she is mentally challenged or ate paint chips as a child. ^^;
But! Now we are off to get ice cream at quaint local parlor. Later!
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Amber
Gen
Kiri
Kit
Korax
Nick
Amused/Sustained by:
Comics
Return to Sender
Bite Me
Demonology 101
Strings of Fate
Scary Go Round
Mac Hall
Arcana
Sinfest
The Boondocks
Megatokyo
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Resources
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Sundries
The Onion
Yerf
Elfwood
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