Linux and me get along quite well
Sep. 13th, 2003 01:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
janestarzYes we do. We get along just fine. It could be the fact that NoKey is humping my leg (well, not really) that the computer likes me. But in any case, I am once again enjoying the internet on a computer that is not choking on the few bits the internet throws it's way. I love internet. But that's something we all already knew ofcourse.
Last night at work: I was still munching my chicken-curry (a bit on the salty side if I may be so bold as to be the judge of that) when the cab arrived and the old man driving it rang my doorbell. I was a bit irked since a) I hadn't finished dinner yet and b) I was in the middle of a good game of Transport Tycoon, arranging my 75 trains and 8 aircraft to make me more pounds while I already had L 65 million.
*sigh*
So I finished my food at Gonazales' personell room, half-warm chicken curry still a bit on the salty side, and the bad drum keyboard house semi-spanish semi-brasilian music Erik thinks has the Mexican barbecue feel to it beating it's way up through the ceiling plates to my plate. I changed into work-gear and went down. I hadn't had the time to load up on painkillers and I had in a wild blind fury grabbed 4 cd's to listen to in the kitchen. But as it turned out, I wasn't in the kitchen that night.
I was surprised, my back...and surelywalking around the restaurant with heavy trays with bottles of drinks on it would not be very good for my back, since I know I tend to walk around with my back arched hollow a bit.
Now I must make you aware of the fact that NoKey is doing his best to distract me - and he's not doing too bad a job at that either - by ...I won't bore you with the details. Lets just say I'm tingling while telling this story...*smirks*
So I was out in the restaurant, but I didn't intend to be dependant on painkillers. I didn't take any yet, and didn't want to take any Ibu as a precaution either. I don't like taking medication, chemicals are not my first choice to get better. So I just minded my posture, and hoped to be okay.
Table 14 was gone quickly enough, they payed and tipped me 3.75. How nice of them. Then all I had to look after were 15 thru 17. 15 had a bottle of water and a bottle of wine to keep them entertained, and the ladies from 16 and 17 just enjoyed eachother and hardly needed me. So I didn't have to work hard. Which I think was exactly the reason I didn't need any painkillers all night. Sure I felt my back...it wasn't really pain, but it wasn't feeling good either. I didn't lift too heavy stacks of plates, and limited the number of bottles I carried on a tray to five or six. That worked out okay.
I was home at two, and my blissful sleep was interrupted by noisy mosquitoes. The fattened, lazy kind that survive summer in all it's glory and are all sucked full of blood so they can grow fat and lazy. I whacked one at first, and went back to sleep, but at three was awakened by a particularly pesky one that hid from sight. So out came the klamboe again. Hanging it from the ceiling at three in the morning really was my idea of a good night's sleep. NOT. Then, arranging it so that the stuff wasn't hanging in my face, was nice too. But after that I had a blissful five hours of sleep before my alarm clock threw Kate Bush's "Running up the hill" at me. How dreadful to wake up with.
But it was all for a good cause, because now, the very moment I am typing this, I am also quite distracted.
I think my boyfriend is jealous that the computer gets all of my attention. He is trying very hard indeed to drag me away from it in any case.
Aw, the poor being. I think I'd better give in or he'll be sulky all day. *grin*
Actually, I still have to check my e-mail...
Last night at work: I was still munching my chicken-curry (a bit on the salty side if I may be so bold as to be the judge of that) when the cab arrived and the old man driving it rang my doorbell. I was a bit irked since a) I hadn't finished dinner yet and b) I was in the middle of a good game of Transport Tycoon, arranging my 75 trains and 8 aircraft to make me more pounds while I already had L 65 million.
*sigh*
So I finished my food at Gonazales' personell room, half-warm chicken curry still a bit on the salty side, and the bad drum keyboard house semi-spanish semi-brasilian music Erik thinks has the Mexican barbecue feel to it beating it's way up through the ceiling plates to my plate. I changed into work-gear and went down. I hadn't had the time to load up on painkillers and I had in a wild blind fury grabbed 4 cd's to listen to in the kitchen. But as it turned out, I wasn't in the kitchen that night.
I was surprised, my back...and surelywalking around the restaurant with heavy trays with bottles of drinks on it would not be very good for my back, since I know I tend to walk around with my back arched hollow a bit.
Now I must make you aware of the fact that NoKey is doing his best to distract me - and he's not doing too bad a job at that either - by ...I won't bore you with the details. Lets just say I'm tingling while telling this story...*smirks*
So I was out in the restaurant, but I didn't intend to be dependant on painkillers. I didn't take any yet, and didn't want to take any Ibu as a precaution either. I don't like taking medication, chemicals are not my first choice to get better. So I just minded my posture, and hoped to be okay.
Table 14 was gone quickly enough, they payed and tipped me 3.75. How nice of them. Then all I had to look after were 15 thru 17. 15 had a bottle of water and a bottle of wine to keep them entertained, and the ladies from 16 and 17 just enjoyed eachother and hardly needed me. So I didn't have to work hard. Which I think was exactly the reason I didn't need any painkillers all night. Sure I felt my back...it wasn't really pain, but it wasn't feeling good either. I didn't lift too heavy stacks of plates, and limited the number of bottles I carried on a tray to five or six. That worked out okay.
I was home at two, and my blissful sleep was interrupted by noisy mosquitoes. The fattened, lazy kind that survive summer in all it's glory and are all sucked full of blood so they can grow fat and lazy. I whacked one at first, and went back to sleep, but at three was awakened by a particularly pesky one that hid from sight. So out came the klamboe again. Hanging it from the ceiling at three in the morning really was my idea of a good night's sleep. NOT. Then, arranging it so that the stuff wasn't hanging in my face, was nice too. But after that I had a blissful five hours of sleep before my alarm clock threw Kate Bush's "Running up the hill" at me. How dreadful to wake up with.
But it was all for a good cause, because now, the very moment I am typing this, I am also quite distracted.
I think my boyfriend is jealous that the computer gets all of my attention. He is trying very hard indeed to drag me away from it in any case.
Aw, the poor being. I think I'd better give in or he'll be sulky all day. *grin*
Actually, I still have to check my e-mail...
