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Yesterday, I was super behind on work projects, so I got up at 2a to get an early start. By 6a, however, I was dragging. I had trouble lifting my feet off the floor to move from room to room …...
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Stupid Piece of ... Oh, That's Right
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The morning started off good. Four eggs fluffed with a splash of milk, mixed with Parmesan and salt and black pepper and red pepper flakes and slathered with Cholula hot sauce; four ounces of Bob Evan's spicy Italian sausage (sorry for the smell, honey, luv ya) fried into the wonderful concoction;...
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I live in a small town. Colona, IL has a population of just over 5,000. As a jogger, this means I am usually only assaulted with exhaust fumes a few times whenever I decide to go outside to burn some calories. But as far as the type of people passing me on the roadside? Over this, I have no control....
She-He Sleep Deprivation
By Seth Kabala
Yesterday, I was super behind on work projects, so I got up at 2a to get an early start. By 6a, however, I was dragging. I had trouble lifting my feet off the floor to move from room to room in the house. Imagine yourself in your backyard, wearing a weight belt. On this weight belt are two metal brackets, one riveted to each side. These brackets will accept a wooden handle from a garden rake, and not just any garden rake; one that is at least 50 years old, has a head of cast iron, and weighs at least 25 pounds. These rakes might be old, but their teeth are as sharp as shark teeth.
Take these relics, click them into the brackets so that the teeth dig into the soft pre-spring ground, and try to walk. … Not working? Yeah, that’s how I felt.
One project on which I was failing to make progress was to choose a CPA review course. Back in college in the dark ages, I had created an account with CPAexcel. Sometime between my having created the account as an undergrad and the invention of fire (and maybe the wheel, too), CPAexcel had merged, been bought out, or had otherwise become affiliated with the giant profligate of educational materials Wiley, and in the process, my account log-in info got screwed up.
Following the failure of my normal 30-second troubleshooting routine (bunch of curses), I sent the following email to Wiley:
I tried to download the free trial CPA review course using my old account (first established about nine years ago), but I got an error message that said my password failed to match your records.
This is odd, because I initially couldn’t remember the password, so prior to attempting the aforementioned initial download, I reset it–today. I then tried to download the free trial. Error message. So I changed my password again. Error message.
I fail to understand how I can be logged into your system (says my name in the upper right corner), but it says it doesn’t recognize the password I used to get into the system in the first place. Something is screwy.
My sleep-deprived self is so nice, I know. That’s okay. Praise is unnecessary.
Rather than go lie down and take a nap, get up, sail to Taiwan and back, and then check my email, I, like an idiot, elected to stare at the screen and wait for a reply so I could reply and get the process started faster.
Shockingly, said fast reply did not happen, and I grew more tired and irritable as time passed. I should have guessed that by the time they got back to me, my disembodied consciousness would have responded from its place on a server in a bunker in the Arizona desert. A prompt reply from customer service? Yeah, right. What crazy idea will I think of next? Drivers discovering that the short bar that goes up and down next to the steering wheel, and engages light filaments into a blinking cycle, is useful for warning other drivers of your intentions, preferably before said intentions are carried out?
Perish the thought.
In the middle of my frustration, Ella, my three-year-old, came downstairs and asked me what was wrong. I gave her the cleanest version I could without getting into trouble with my wife, Amy, and went back to work.
I’d neglected to have my coffee, and my eyelids were crashing hard, so when 10 minutes had gone by without a response from Wiley, I leaned forward, crossed my forearms and placed them on the table, and laid my head down to catch some ZZZs.
Following is a conversation between Amy and Ella, relayed to me later by Amy, that took place after I’d nodded off:
Ella: She’s still having problems.
Ella: She has her head on her arms like this. (Demonstrates arms on table, head on crossed arms.)
Amy: Do you mean Daddy?
Amy: Daddy’s a he, Honey.
Ella: Ok. He’s still having problems. Can you come help?
Amy: What should I do?
Ella: Just come say, “Awww.”
Amy: And that will help?
I have some concern about the gender confusion, but beyond that, my Ella is a sweetie. I’m sure there’s no issue with a lack of masculine projection on my part.
Sure of it.
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