Technology, annoying people, and fashion! Oh my!

I'm the last person that people should be seeking out for IT help, but it turns out that there are still some people who don't know the new basics. So I was the one who had to set up Skype and Pamela for recording a video interview via Skype and I may have to come in to work on Sunday afternoon (damn it) and set everything in motion and be there to troubleshoot (oh joy).

In other news of events that I don't want to happen, but most likely will, I have to come face to face with one of the most annoying whiners I've ever come across. Said person is a client who must come in to sign something, lest we mail it to him and he loses it like he lost the last thing that we sent to him to be signed (it was even paperclipped to a sase, so all he had to do is sign it and then stick it in the pre-addressed envelope and drop it back in the mail). God must hate me.

And, finally, a fashion tip: a lady should always have a pair of black pumps with sturdy heels, because they are failsafe shoes that can go with any outfit.

If you're going to slack off at work...

...don't blast the audio for an X-Files episode on your office speakers. Just a friendly reminder from your girl blogging on the sly.

By the way, normally I don't go for impossibly cheesy romance novels, but I do like the phrase "fangbanger." Sounds kinky, doesn't it?

December in July...

The problem of living and working in a fog bank is that warm summer days are rare. I have yet to have a day where I'd be able to wear this adorable skirt that I found at H&M over a week ago. Most of the time, I continue to wear my coat indoors as well because it seems that a heating system is nonexistant here (downfall of an old building). I feel fortunate if I get to see the sun at all and the fog hangs so low that it deludes one into thinking that it might rain, but never does. My kingdom for a day with temps in the mid-70s.

I am not the bathroom monitor...

The new woman at the office has asked me on multiple occasions for someone was in the bathroom. Is she incapable of knocking on the door and asking if someone is in there? Maybe. Meanwhile, my boss is on a shouting stampede. It's enough to make a girl whip out her iPod in order to drown out the noise. I need to find a new place to work, one filled with people who don't annoy the hell out of me.

Office Candy...

Finally met the IT guy for my office.  He's attractive, in shape, and has a great name (who honestly wants to date a guy with a blah name like Bob?).  Unfortunately, he set off my gaydar like an Elton John album.  Why, oh why do major cities have to be magnets for attractive gay men and why are so many gay men so damn attractive?  Almost makes a girl want to be a drag king.  At least there will be no temptation for a tawdry office romance...