Call me Ishmael. Or Sisyphus. Technological Sisyphus, that is.
I don’t want to post how hideous today was from a technological standpoint. But between being logged out of the home office’s wireless network every 45 minutes and then being logged out of our new remote desktop system every half-hour … and the Powers That Be deigning me unfit to be allowed on the home office network with my laptop that was not company-purchased (but is used 98% for company travel) … I deserved that mega-sized Modelo I stopped for on the way home from the jungle.
In unrelated news, I heard a name I don’t hear anymore. As in, dating a friend of mine.
Which, I don’t care. Trouble was, she quit talking to me because of a boy. And now that she’s canceled on this second boy for an upcoming event, I’m going to hang out with him instead.
Thing was, I really enjoyed this girl. You just can’t help it when matters of the heart get in the way.
I’m not interested in her man but I don’t think I can say the same is true on his part. I’ll deal with that later. (And again.) But I did sort of warn him that he may not want to mention my name. Because, too many reasons to name.