Pit, Tags, Stuff, Blah

Here I am, stuck in the middle of The Pit again. The only thing worse than this is going to the dentist. Funny I should say that, since I have an appointment for a torture session cleaning at 11 today. I came in to one bozo complaining about some orders we sent to him. It was all very vague complaining: "I have questions in regard to some orders that were placed, but were never received. Some of the orders were not completed. I have listed the orders below. Could you look into these please." He then lists the POs, but doesn't specify which orders weren't received and which were incomplete, nor does he let me know what portion of the incomplete orders he didn't get. So now I'm Miss Cleo and Sherlock Holmes. Feh. I'll deal with him later.

After doing some investigation last night, I learnt that tags only work for S2 styles in LJ. Being so averse to change, I've always stuck with my S1 'cos it's the way I like it. I guess, now, I'll have to switch over if I want my tags to work. It's a matter of finding a style I like and refashioning it to my preferred Sithly red and black. The problem is I'm lazy and I don't want to have to go through all that.

As I passed my cube, I caught a glimpse of my Wah Sing Kuh pic that I made specifically as a message to the Feudal Mistress. So I had to take a picture of that and my Sith Wisdom piccie. Damn, I have so many doo-dads and pictures in my cube, it's gonna take an act of Congress to get me moved outta here when my time comes. I don't fancy having to pack all this crap up. Maybe I'll hire a mover to do it. Two Men and a Truck can come in and move me out on my last day in The Pit. That'd be hilarious.

( Kung Fu villains and Sith admonitions )

My left knee hurts like a sonnamabeetch. I think it's the arthritis flaring up again. This time, though, I can't go to my regular knee doctor to get an injection because his hospital group ceased accepting United Healthcare insurance at the beginning of this month. Everyone affiliated with Spartanburg Regional no longer accepts UHC. Ain't that a bitch? Now, I'm gonna have to find a new orthopaedic doc to inject happy juice into my knee and give me pain pills when my knee turns into a melon and throbs with horror. That's on my list today....find a new doc.

After work, Aunt Tudi and I are going to see Diane. She's now in a room. I promised Cathy I'd call and let her know how Diane looked and what her state of mind seemed to be after the visit this evening. I expect she's very depressed about it all. Hell, she was depressed before her mom died....now this. Some people can't seem to catch a break and they're usually the people who need and deserve a break more than anyone else. Life just ain't fair.

The Sith Council

Well, this is interesting. ...and amusing.

I would have liked to have taken them seriously, but am incapable of doing so, simply because of this one line found in their "Becoming a Member" page:

You will get top resources, news, headlights, and upcoming movements of the entire galaxy. Fan developement on star wars movies, comics, books, and new star wars events will be given to you first hand.

Wow, I get headlights if I join! I am so there, man!

Oh, and by the by, assholes: you misspelled DEVELOPMENT.

Sheesh.

I don't recall lying

I have a great big honkin' and painful lie bump on the tip of my tongue. It's hard to talk, eat, and blow raspberries at people. Verily, I am unhappy with this, especially since my lie bump will be sandblasted by the dental hygienist in approximately 30 minutes. That should be a fun experience. ::whimpers::

Maybe it's a truth bump.

Whatever it is, it hurts like holy hell.

We cater to cowards

I've been back from the dentist since around 1-ish, but have had to try to catch up on my work; thus, no LJ for po li'l ole me. Dr. Wyss gave me a clean bill of health right after I bled all over Sue, the hygienist. Of course I wouldn't have bled on her if she hadn't repeatedly shoved a metal spike into various portions of my gums. Here's a clue, Sue: pointy objects piercing skin usually produce this red liquid called blood. Just so you know.

Aunt Tudi also had a dental appointment, right after mine as a matter of fact. So, while I sat in the waiting room and listened to her screams for mercy, I took a picture of the sign they have hanging up for all and sundry to see when entering the office.

( lookie here )

Right now I'm experiencing the singular honour of chatting with piperdawn, so I shall waste no more of my time here. Amen.