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Jan. 26th, 2018 10:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dchenesOccasionally I have a day where anything with a microchip in it hates me. Today absolutely everything inanimate seems to hate me (except the washing machine, which had a loose belt, which was tightened for $105 yesterday and seems to have solved the spin cycle problem and pepped up the rest of the cycles besides).
This morning I couldn't get on the internet at home, and High Sierra has removed the network diagnostics from System Preferences, so I couldn't figure it out before I had to leave. I got as far as "wifi works, but network has forgotten computer's IP address" but didn't have time to fix it. I'm hoping that letting it sulk until I get home will give it time to sort itself out.
Got to work, and apparently whoever copied the pediatric dentistry exam couldn't count to 37, so they were 10 copies short. At which point the printer decided it wasn't printing anything at all without a new yellow toner cartridge, and then decided it wasn't going to acknowledge that my computer in particular wanted to print anything. So I had to restart the printer, which takes a couple of minutes, while the course director panicked at me by email from the auditorium. And then I discovered that my stapler was really inspiredly jammed, to the point where I used a pencil, a fork, and two staple removers and still couldn't get it unjammed until I turned it upside down and the jammed staples simply fell out. I guess gravity works for everybody.
At least there will be a massage at the end of today. And I bought the latest No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency book yesterday, so I have some nice relaxing brain candy. (I would put Botswana on the "places I haven't been yet and should fix that" list, except I know it won't be like it is in the books.) I'm also re-reading The Alienist, because I stumbled over the TV series on Monday and had forgotten how the story goes.
And also at least it took Lily less than half an hour to come out from under the end of the quilt when the washing machine repairman left. It probably helped that he wasn't the vet, even though I told her that beforehand. It's her problem if she decides not to believe me.
This morning I couldn't get on the internet at home, and High Sierra has removed the network diagnostics from System Preferences, so I couldn't figure it out before I had to leave. I got as far as "wifi works, but network has forgotten computer's IP address" but didn't have time to fix it. I'm hoping that letting it sulk until I get home will give it time to sort itself out.
Got to work, and apparently whoever copied the pediatric dentistry exam couldn't count to 37, so they were 10 copies short. At which point the printer decided it wasn't printing anything at all without a new yellow toner cartridge, and then decided it wasn't going to acknowledge that my computer in particular wanted to print anything. So I had to restart the printer, which takes a couple of minutes, while the course director panicked at me by email from the auditorium. And then I discovered that my stapler was really inspiredly jammed, to the point where I used a pencil, a fork, and two staple removers and still couldn't get it unjammed until I turned it upside down and the jammed staples simply fell out. I guess gravity works for everybody.
At least there will be a massage at the end of today. And I bought the latest No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency book yesterday, so I have some nice relaxing brain candy. (I would put Botswana on the "places I haven't been yet and should fix that" list, except I know it won't be like it is in the books.) I'm also re-reading The Alienist, because I stumbled over the TV series on Monday and had forgotten how the story goes.
And also at least it took Lily less than half an hour to come out from under the end of the quilt when the washing machine repairman left. It probably helped that he wasn't the vet, even though I told her that beforehand. It's her problem if she decides not to believe me.
