Of doors and duct tape

Well, if anyone needs free duct tape, just take the 20 inbound from Dorval.

I was driving home yesterday when a small patch of burgundy caught my eye on the asphalt. To my surprise, it turned out to be a roll of burgundy duct tape (why burgundy?).

Further driving revealed a veritable flurry of the things scattered along the edge of the autoroute in various states of unravelling (most were actually intact, being wrapped in plastic), which certainly lent a new meaning to the expression "red tape." Har har har.

My best guess is that a crate of duct tape fell off a truck and got scattered there. I had half a mind to grab one as a souvenir, but that particular stretch of autoroute is pretty damned dangerous. So I left it there for other duct tape vultures.


Oh, and further updates on my door situation. Turns out that my apartment is so badly designed that no self-respecting carpenter would want to replace my door. See, the boiler is right next to it, so that it doesn't open all the way.

So this guy who came to fix my door yesterday instead is going to do a patch job, then install a horking great wooden bar to block the door.

So I'll be living in a friggin' medieval stronghold with 1980s décor.

*sigh*

Read the second Cunningham book. Is much better tone-wise than first. At least by then he's assuming that his readers aren't mentally deficient newts. ;)

Of doors and duct tape

Well, if anyone needs free duct tape, just take the 20 inbound from Dorval.

I was driving home yesterday when a small patch of burgundy caught my eye on the asphalt. To my surprise, it turned out to be a roll of burgundy duct tape (why burgundy?).

Further driving revealed a veritable flurry of the things scattered along the edge of the autoroute in various states of unravelling (most were actually intact, being wrapped in plastic), which certainly lent a new meaning to the expression "red tape." Har har har.

My best guess is that a crate of duct tape fell off a truck and got scattered there. I had half a mind to grab one as a souvenir, but that particular stretch of autoroute is pretty damned dangerous. So I left it there for other duct tape vultures.


Oh, and further updates on my door situation. Turns out that my apartment is so badly designed that no self-respecting carpenter would want to replace my door. See, the boiler is right next to it, so that it doesn't open all the way.

So this guy who came to fix my door yesterday instead is going to do a patch job, then install a horking great wooden bar to block the door.

So I'll be living in a friggin' medieval stronghold with 1980s décor.

*sigh*

Read the second Cunningham book. Is much better tone-wise than first. At least by then he's assuming that his readers aren't mentally deficient newts. ;)

Well, shyte.

I think I'm getting sick. Again.

I have the beginnings of a sore throat and I've been hot and cold on and off all morning.

And here I was telling Firewillow to be careful so she wouldn't be sick tomorrow when we go together to Valet.

*cries*

I don't want to be sick!

Started rearranging all my NPCs and the like for curtana's game, and will be revising them and making more notes over the weekend. Ought to have my act together by next Wednesday.

Now all I have to do is get all my ideas for Mage straightened out. Heh heh heh...

Well, shyte.

I think I'm getting sick. Again.

I have the beginnings of a sore throat and I've been hot and cold on and off all morning.

And here I was telling Firewillow to be careful so she wouldn't be sick tomorrow when we go together to Valet.

*cries*

I don't want to be sick!

Started rearranging all my NPCs and the like for curtana's game, and will be revising them and making more notes over the weekend. Ought to have my act together by next Wednesday.

Now all I have to do is get all my ideas for Mage straightened out. Heh heh heh...

I should just have stayed in bed

The ATM downstairs has no more cash.

Thus am I reduced to having a chocolate bar for lunch.

Which will last for the usual 1/2 hour.

When I woke up this morning I had the wild urge to call in sick. Now I know why.

*cries some more*

Oh well.

I should just have stayed in bed

The ATM downstairs has no more cash.

Thus am I reduced to having a chocolate bar for lunch.

Which will last for the usual 1/2 hour.

When I woke up this morning I had the wild urge to call in sick. Now I know why.

*cries some more*

Oh well.

Battered, bruised and befuddled

*curls up, sticks thumb in mouth, waits for world to end*

Not really, but still.

Ick.

Just had one of those mind-numbing calls (except that I've got a headache now on top of the chills, sore throat and general achiness). It was a good argument against hiring sub-contractors. See, in the customer service business, you're selling yourself to the client, much like in marketing. The client is taking *your* word that things are as you say they are, and if things go badly afterwards, you get blamed.

Still, my instructions are: "Assure the customer you can help. Take control of the call. Promise a quick and efficient solution."

This is what I did. Then I find out that I gave my word about something that's dealt with by a subcontractor and that I have absolutely no control over.

*sigh*

So now I have to backpedal and find a different kind of solution, probably by throwing money at the problem.

Battered, bruised and befuddled

*curls up, sticks thumb in mouth, waits for world to end*

Not really, but still.

Ick.

Just had one of those mind-numbing calls (except that I've got a headache now on top of the chills, sore throat and general achiness). It was a good argument against hiring sub-contractors. See, in the customer service business, you're selling yourself to the client, much like in marketing. The client is taking *your* word that things are as you say they are, and if things go badly afterwards, you get blamed.

Still, my instructions are: "Assure the customer you can help. Take control of the call. Promise a quick and efficient solution."

This is what I did. Then I find out that I gave my word about something that's dealt with by a subcontractor and that I have absolutely no control over.

*sigh*

So now I have to backpedal and find a different kind of solution, probably by throwing money at the problem.