azurelunatic | A day at work, whee work.

OK, it's official. What's-his-face annoys me. ...And I left the window open and my seatmate saw the note in progress and asked who "what's-his-face" is. Erm. At least my seatmate is a girl, so she knew it isn't her?

The former lead monitor keeps printing the monitor reports before they have fully loaded. At least four people have talked to her about the issue. I have talked to her about the issue at least three times. Grumble, grumble, grouch. If I have to talk to her one more time about it, I cannot vouch for my general sanity and/or tactful handling of it.

Mending fences with the Figment. Calling before 11am is Right Out, but he's perfectly welcome to call otherwise.

Clarified the TV misunderstanding -- it wasn't that it was used that is the bothersome factor for most people. If someone just says "Hey, I want you to have this," of a used TV or something, it's kind of creepy, because if it's still useful to someone, and then they want to give it to someone else, is there something wrong with it, are they a stalker, what?

However, if it's a situation where someone has upgraded and the old TV is still good but of no more use to them, that's a legitimate motive for wanting to get rid of the thing that does not involve being a creepy stalker or someone who wants to ditch something with something wrong with it, like hot property or a lemon or explosive or something.

One dude wound up being a guest author for my work-based comic, because of the Do Not Call List quip he made. Many people do not know that legitimate survey research are not one of the classes of places banned from calling under the Do Not Call List. This leads to certain kinds of bad little situations. Thus quipped the dude: "You're on the 'Do Not Call List'? Well, I'm on the 'Do Not Care List'."

V came by with my spare keys. She slept in, took a dip in the pool, had a good relaxing morning. I left one of my coffee cups in her car. I introduced her to the workplace, a bit.

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He tried to give you the tv too?

He tried to leave it as a surprise on my doorstep, but failed to take into account that a) I wouldn't have been able to see it throught the peephole where he put it, and b) my general response to strange knocks on the door in the middle of the night when I don't expect them is TERROR. When he realized I hadn't opened the door to see my "present" he went up the stairs and knocked LOUDER, which prompted me to go to the door and say in my nastiest, evillist voice; "WHO IS IT!?" and after a fairly long pause, and a second repetition of "WHO..." he said "It's Richard!"

His parents told him to get rid of the tv, and he couldn't remember if I had a tv, even though he's been IN my apartment and has seen the tv where it lives on one end of the desk. He also said that he "thought it was just a vcr." and I said. "Um, rabbit ears?"

After an awkward conversation where I explained that I didn't need a tv, and that surprise presents needed to be given at a DECENT HOUR and not when it's DARK out, then he toddled off, tv in tow.

Yeah. He pulled the "surprise on the doorstep" routine for me too; there was a lengthy discussion between D and me about the oddity of finding such a thing, the possibility of it being a) infested, b) contaminated, c) booby-trapped, d) hot property, e) a bad prank; the conclusion was that it was going to stay the hell out there. This was followed up by another knock on the door and the sheepish appearance of said Figment, who complained about the general paranoia of the world and how good deeds were a lost art.

I attempted in the gentlest terms to explain the difference between the claim of "Because I want to make you happy!" and "Upgraded, thought you or someone could get a lot more use out of it". Failed miserably, with a pouting Figment thinking that I was insulted that he was trying to give me something used. Introduced him to the concept of Freecycle, which site he will presumably check out in more detail.

We wound up leaving it on the ground inside the dumpster enclosure, with a hot pink post-it saying "Works! Kinda greenish." It disappeared within the hour.

*snork* Pobrecito Figment.

I keep trying to think of him as his actual age, but utterly failing.

I think he's said he's in his late thirties/early forties? ((He acts early twenties, if that. Anecdotal evidence (prior experience) indicates this is a common Mormon trait.))

Late thirties, yeah. It's probably all that sheltering.

A day at work, whee work.

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