Stacerella

Season 3 of Dexter starts tonight on Showtime at 9:00 pm, kids. I know you’ll all be tuning in already, but just in case you had a super groovy Sunday and it slipped your mind as you sipped coolers all day long thinking about nothing but your bellybutton lint, I’m throwing out a wee, little, tiny reminder. ‘Mmm, ‘kay?

A tv guide listing for Poker After Dark is very different from Poke Her After Dark.

One is the title of a tv series, and the other is, presumably, the title of a porn flick.

I didn’t know until last night when I walked into the bedroom and asked why Joe was chuckling at the poker game on tv.

I love my little deviant husband.

We had a customer bring back his Acer AspireOne netbook today because it had died.

He bought it from us just over three weeks ago.

Uh… oh. Not good.

Joe sent it back to Acer today to see what’s up with it and what they will do for this customer who bought it to run his real estate dealings and showings on it.

He’s less than impressed as you can imagine.

:-\

Stop me if you’ve heard this one before…

A blonde chick comes into the store on Saturday complaining her computer is too slow to do day trades from home. We optimise the performance and send her on her way.

Mid-morning on Monday she calls in a mini meltdown to say she doesn’t have tabs in her browser, and she specifically asked for them because she sells money and stocks online all day. We give her the CNTL + T tip and she hangs up all happy again.

Tuesday she calls to say her machine must not have been fixed the way she asked because her browers are even slower transfering her sales and calling up prices, and she’s missing out on a lot of sales!! I tell her we did everything she asked for, in front of her while she waited, and the machine was old to start with but it was much better when it left. She grumbled that we must not have fixed everything she asked us to fix because she can’t do her job online.

Wednesday she calls again to book a home visit because she’s sure something is wrong with her machine. The problem has gotten worse. She can log onto her work sites, but she can’t get the information she needs to go back and forth fast enough.

Today she called again and talked to Joe who told her to bring the machine in just in case. She brings in the machine, Joe hooks it up and boots it. In the meantime, Joe and I are serving other customers and dipstick asks to use our demo PC to see if it’s faster there for her. She logs in, and guess what? Her main trading site is just as slow as she said it was on her PC.

Joe finally gets her to log into her main site in one of her browsers on her own machine, and guess what? It’s still as slow as ever. She’s really upset by this point, and clearly not grasping the concept of bottleneck server action by other day traders trying desperately to unload and buy up what they can before the markets either completely collapse or rebound super fast in the last few days.

When I point this all out to her, she stared at me like I grew a third head for about a full minute and then said, “Oh… I never thought of that.”

*me, thinking* Sooooo, let me get this straight, lady. You’re in the stock industry, there was a major stock market crash on Tuesday, and somehow you never put it all together?? Hmm.

I told Joe I would never trust our money to her. Not in a million years. And I don’t care if she wins Trader of The Year 10 years in a row, she’s a flipping moroon.

Had a weird night of sleep, no sleep, sleep, snoring waking me, sleep, bad dream.

Dreamt of my grade and high school best friend, the crackhead one who was murdered last June in my old hometown, down by my mother’s old home by the beach. It was a strange dream where nothing really happened. We didn’t talk at all, face to face or otherwise, the whole time I was staring at her.

We were at her mother’s old house, and when I first showed up, she was emaciated and frail. By the time the dream ended, she was healthy looking (read: she had meat on her) and she was laughing and dancing around the kitchen wearing the pink jacket she loved so much with her wild teased to the moon blonde hair flying all around.

We were all there, all laughing, all having fun like old times. I think I had this dream after watching the season opener of House where he and Wilson break up forever and Wilson moves away, sorta like I broke up with her and moved away. It hit me on some levels I didn’t expect. It creeped into me that I never really grieved for her after the news of her death hit the papers or after her funeral I never went home for.

I don’t regret that decision. It was the best one for me at the time. But, I honestly didn’t think I would ever revisit the old days in my head again, let alone my dreams. Thankfully it was only a dream because I could easily feel myself being sucked back into her world in the dream every time she flashed her brilliant yet wicked smile as she cracked an inside joke only the two of us were privvy to.

I probably won’t ever be able to forget, but nor do I ever intend to go backwards. Her choices in life were vastly different from mine, and I was always supportive of her decisions till she first snorted coke. That’s when my respect for her started to dwindle, and I realised I was going to eventually walk away from her some day sooner rather than later.

Like I said, it was a weird dream and I would like the past to remain buried with her. Even in my dreams. It’s still too hard, even in my dreams.

On a side note, I really hate how Chrome will delete my hard returns inside WP after I save posts I’m editing. Every single time. It’s really annoying. Wondering if I’m the only one who experiences this??