Many Things on a Tuesday Morning

Following up on this entry, the first season of Robin Hood still hasn't finished downloading. My impatience is astounding.

I'm reading Le Morte D'Arthur, which I'm enjoying more than I had originally thought I would. However, is it possible, Sir Thomas Malory, to put a lid on the copious and extensive discussions of who exactly knocked whom off his horse, and who then who re-horsed that fellow?

The receptionist is the most annoying person in the world. She makes my eye twitch. It isn't that she's a bad employee or difficult to get along with. My problem is that she is so needy. So needy. She asks me if she can help me three to four times a day, which is pretty ridiculous and excessive. When she has a doctor appointment, she tells me about it fifteen times, and then gives me a frickin' schedule of when she plans to leave, how long it will take her to get there, and when she will expect to return. Appreciated and all, but I have other shit to attend to, and my world does not revolve around your multiple doctor appointments. She's a sickly one. Actually, she's not very sickly, but she loves to make a fuss over little things. Payroll Girl is gone this morning, and that means all the pressure is on me to appease Miss Receptionist. And I'm just really not in the mood today. I'm actually going out of my way to avoid her. I need to go fax a couple things downstairs, but I'm putting it off because she's down there, and I'd have to walk by her desk.

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Bleepin' Cars, Man

I received my audio CDs of the Colloquial Welsh course I am determined to get myself through. I finished all the work piled up on my desk. The first season of Robin Hood finished downloading.

Things were going great. Until...

I walked out to the parking lot to go to lunch and saw the massive flat tire on the front, left-hand side of my car. Dammit. Being an independent woman, I decided to put the spare on myself. I managed to jack the car up halfway before I realized that I am terrible at being a mechanic and couldn't even budge the lug nuts. I scurried over to our shop next door and sweet-talked our company mechanic into switching out the tires for me. He was able to whip the tire off my car and replace it with the spare in the time it took me to jack the damn thing up halfway. This just confirms that I have no aptitude for fixing cars.

So, now my car is at the shop getting two new tires and a lug nut replaced. The flat tire has a screw the size of Montana in it. I'm a pro at driving over nails and screws. Payroll Girl has offered to drive me back over to the shop when they call me.