Office move rescheduled to next Friday, so no extra day off.

Our hearts bleed for you.

There was also the hour and 20 minute wait at the cardiologist for the 4-minute stress test.

Oh, cool. That's like my physician taking my blood pressure after I have battled through a smoggy, humid Manhattan rush hour to snatch a quick appointment with him.

Surprisingly, the test was normal. (It was for some chest pains I've been having, which are probably pulmonary rather than cardiac.) I guess it doesn't measure mental stress.

Fasting for 12 hours before a blood test. Wish the lab opened earlier.

My 30 Day Metro Card is scratched and now broken. Bah.

I bought two consecutive 30 day Metro cards which stopped working almost immediately. The 7 day ones are never a problem. I never buy more than 7 days any more. The paperwork to get a refund is not worth it.

I've been buying them for years and have never had a problem.

Also I have somehow amassed like 3 months worth of TransitCheks so it isn't the biggest deal but today of all days, there was no one in the booth.

When I've had Metrocards go bad I've found the paperwork easy (maybe 2 minutes worth?), and refunds prompt and accurate.

Happened to me once and I got a new MetroCard in the mail pretty quickly...

MetroCard = $76 or 14 beers. Worth it.

I can't remember the details now, but I remember being told that I wouldn't receive my refund for quite a long time - and they were right. I can't now remember the reason they gave. And the form is long and annoying.

http://www.mta.info/metrocard/problems.htm#notworking

I am?

I wondered why my fingers were five feet long.

Look: long and annoying form.

I forgot to note the vending machine number. Nature of problem? Doesn't fucking work, is the nature of problem. Hmph.

No, THIS is a long and annoying form.

It helps to have a receipt, but if you don't and you paid w/a debit or credit card, they can tell exactly which card is yours and exactly the last time you used it before it died. Kind of like you've been Lo-jacked, only different.

No. You would not like to have my temper.

Found out that my bank coded the $100 check I deposited as $10,000. My friend's account didn't have the funds, it got kicked back and now her account is seriously overdrawn, and when my bank rescinded the deposit somehow my account got into negative numbers and a lock got put on it. It took me a half-hour at the bank to straighten things out. My account should be back to normal tomorrow but my friend's going to have a hell of a time.

Approximately once. Then there's a fee. It happened to me twice consecutively.

My BF's college buddy is coming to stay with us for 4 days.

My building has been experiencing problems with leaks during rainstorms, mostly due to a lousy repointing of the brickwork last year. We had many angry residents venting during our last shareholders meeting that nothing had been done for months. Well, last night it was my turn. Nothing major, but it's something I have to keep an eye on and pray that it doesn't happen every single time it rains.

Could we just get some regular weather instead of this comic book stuff?

Wanting to buy tickets for a performance at Disney Concert Hall, but being unable to do so because it's part of a series. So to get decent tickets to one concert I want to go to, I'd have to buy tickets to two others I don't care to go to.

Are there scalpers at Disney Hall? Or maybe you could show up with a "I NEED A MIRACLE" sign.

There is going to be another hellish thunderstorm in Manhattan any moment now. It is just waiting for me to set foot outside.

Applied for a job as a line cook at a funky little cafe, and was accepted for said line cook job, very excited. Show up for work on the first day and the owner is like: "Dude, do you think you can work as a barista for a couple months?"



My finances are such that I walked mutely to the espresso machine. In 15 years of existence this cafe has never had a female line cook. Should have known I'm not to be the fucking mold-breaker.

So now I am a barista. I stare mournfully at the guys in the kitchen all day until they take pity on me and talk to me. They're all sweaty and hyper and vulgar and loud and having the good time that we cooks have. The only thing I use a knife for nowadays is halving oranges to squeeze juice and cutting pineapples into chunks to make a smoothie. Bastards.

Would you like room for cream?

After a great morning hike up to the top of the valley and back I decided to tackle painting the addition to my outdoor sauna. After bring out the paint I was looking around for paint pails and opened the "hot" room door. A bad smell and a set of beady little eyes greeted me. A Bushy-tailed Wood Rat (Pack rat) had taken up residence in my sauna . This called for drastic action . I sized up my arsenal and the only thing that came to hand was a two foot piece of half inch copper pipe (not enough I thought to dispatch this nasty one pound woodchuck on speed). Hoping the little bugger would stay where he was hiding behind the chimmney on my stove I went outside and saw a four foot length of scrap one by four lumber, I abandoned the thought of loading up the 20 gauge. Fortunately my squatter had not moved so i proceeded to whack my poor chimmney pipes until he bolted for the top bench. At one point he made a lunge for me (thank God he didn't know I was as afraid of him as he was of me) but backed down at the last second, then he made his final mistake and backed into the corner "L" of the benches. After many whacks he sucuumed to a brain injury. My cat watched the whole thing, I think she figures pack rats are just a little to much for her . I did manage to get the painting done afterwards.

Cute.

Aaaaah...

Is that one of the Flamin' Groovies? Hey! Shake some action!