A secret, a secret!!

Isn't it fun to have a crush?? Especially if you have some shared history with the person so it's not awkward even though you'd not talked for 15 years?

Whee!

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I've begun wearing makeup most days. Makeup as in moisturizer, foundation, powder, eyeshadow and mascara. Often lipstick. I feel like I look the better for it. It's a concession to age, though. I never used to have any need for evening out my skin. The foundation is both what seems to make the most difference and also is the saddest.

I might add more onto this entry in a bit, but for now I'm going out for breakfast with my Emily.

Troubleshoot for me, please?

Cause I'm kind of computer illiterate in some ways, and many of you are not.

I can't print PDF files to paper anymore at work. This is getting in the way of my job. We don't have a real IT person, considering how tiny we are. This is not the only computer issue I have here, but it's the most immediately annoying.

Here are some clues: I tell it to print, and it opens a printer dialog box with properties, options, etc. all normal so far. Everything is as it should be, including that it's pointing to my printer, not anywhere else. Then when I hit OK, another box comes up, which says: (Print to file) Output File Name, with a field that's meant to be typed in. If I put an name in, it seems to print, even going so far as to have a progress bar. But it's clearly printing to a file rather than to the printer. I have no idea where the file might be going, but if I try to name the file the same thing twice, it asks if I want to replace.

The only thing I know how to do in this situation is to make sure I'm telling it to print to the printer. Which I am. So I have no idea.

For what it's worth, I'm using Windows XP, Adobe reader 7.0, the printer is on, and other documents print just fine. And the files aren't corrupted, because my office mates can print them on their computers. It's some setting I must have accidentally changed and I have NO idea what I did.

Update: Searching for the name of the file I supposedly wrote doesn't return any results at all.

Update the dos: Thanks to SeanMeister, he of the bizarre dreams about fishing, for always willing to help out in a pinch and for figuring out what I was doing wrong!

Update the tres: Michele also pulled through for the win, with a voicemail I didn't get until after I schooled my co-worked about how to use formulas in Excel!

Two more days! Wait. One, after today.

I am so sick of NaNoPoMoBloFlo I can't even tell you. And it's not like it's hard for me to post. I post every day anyway. I am just that tied to the computer. But knowing that I have to post, well, that's a different thing entirely. It just adds to the recent anxiety. Boo.

Anyhoo, it just occurred to me to let y'all know that if you were to call me Stew or Stewie in real life I wouldn't even flinch. There are enough people in my world who actually do call me that, especially my sister and a couple of close friends. Stewie, Stewbrain, Stew...the name existed before the blog.

So that's my take on things.

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No more no more just leave me alone.

For the record!

Here's a little workplace advice for the snarkier of you out there.

After leaving a seemingly professional voice mail, make sure you actually hang the phone up before going off on a tirade about how out-of-line/stupid/bad/horrible you think the person whose voice mail you're recording is, mmmkay?

NB: I was not the one leaving the message.

OH, and for the record? I have no idea what you had up your ass there, missy/mister, but I am now MUCH LESS interested in helping you out EVER. All I asked was whether we could talk about collaborating on a project.

Someone needs some people skills. Or else a course on operating cell phones.

Happy Birthday to Former (the good one) Roommate!

My friend whose name is not allowed on here is celebrating a milestone birthday today. Not the one I'll be at in a little more than 3 years--the one before that. I had a brainstorm yesterday about how to help make the day a little more fun for him, and I'm just hoping he doesn't hate me!

When I got up this morning I sent an email out to as many people as I know who either know Former Roommate the Good or who know of him, or who know me. Some of you who are reading got this email. I asked them to either call and wish him a Happy Birthday or to email him and do the same. So far my dad, stepmother, and two old friends have done it. (*Update--the total count is now at 5. Heh. **Update the second--many, many more calls/emails. He's not angry, thankfully!)

Heh.

There's an outside chance that this will just piss him off (especially if he feels his privacy is being violated), but I did tell him that if something weird happened today that it would be my fault. So...

(If you didn't get the email but would like to participate, leave a comment and I'll get you the pertinent info.)

Here's the email I sent, info redacted

Hey...

Today is my friend Former Roommate the Good's 30th birthday. I had the brilliant (??) idea yesterday to get as many people as I can, the more random the better, to call and wish him a happy birthday. It's especially good if you don't know him very well. He probably won't even pick up the phone because he won't recognize your phone number anyway, but a quick message would be awesome.

I'm thinking just "Hey Former Roommate the Good, it's Jane Doe...I'm Stew's (friend, sister, mom, whatever), and I just wanted to say Happy 30th birthday!"

Obviously he'll know some of you; in that case just a Hey Former Roommate the Good, it's _______! Happy birthday!

Anyway, his phone number is (Bla)-Bla-Blah.

If you'd rather email, it's Former Roommate the Good@gmail.com