Luckily I work with 2 very computer savvy guys. Franco took apart the whole computer, tested the harddrive (he found it!), determined it was ka-poots, and bought another one for 50 bucks. Then he installed it and spent the rest of the day installing upgrades, Microsoft office, etc.
I worked at the receptionist computer (actually our server, too) and did a few orders. I couldn't get email there so a large part of my work day was annihilated. But, I did get to edit the first Novedge blog. I slaved over it for hours. Franco was not with me on capitalizing "the graphics and design store" so do not blame me for that. I told him I would harp on him every day until he changed it, but he doesn't see the light. He did fix my computer. Although my notes have vanished. :(
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Tonight at the restaurant it was another kind of dead altogether. I had one table. In between that Alex, the manager, Nevenka, Mayra, and I tried to solve the mystery of the missing tip money. Everyone could account for its whereabouts up until the point where it should have ended up in its rightful owner's hands. Finally it was discovered that Henry, the owner, had mistakenly deposited our tips in the tip-out section of the safe (for tipping out busgirls, dishwasher, etc.). We have not solved the mystery of why he did that.
As I said, I had only one table and Nevenka was sent home early because it was so slow. Did I mention what a small restuarant I work in? So I taught Mayra how to make lattes and Zach, our Sous-Chef, how to dance swing, and got to help the kitchen guys cut cheese :B (Parmesan) and closed early.
I want to visit Grandma soon.
Good night
I forgot to add, when I got home tonight I found a giant brown spider on my wall. Why? Where did it come from? Mystery Number 3 for the day.
No matter how sleepy I am when I get home, throw a big ugly spider on the wall and I am wide awake. I stood for many moments watching the thing not move and determining my best strategy for continuing to live. Funny how quickly you can think when pressed. In less than a minute, I had debated various methods of smooshing (death by empty mail envelope, death by Borders bag..etc.) and arrived at the decision that I didn't want to kill the scary spider (not just because of ugly brown spider smoosh on wall) - despite the fact that this could be a very dangerous, poisonous spider (brown recluse? what do they look like?) - I would rather just get it out of the house. Luckily the spider was either frozen in place out of the Pure Fear of Me Looking at Him or very lazy and not moving. So I ran to the kitchen, grabbed a blue plastic cup, and ran back to my room, and found a Victoria's Secret cardboard-ish card and crept up, climbed on my dresser - this is almost the most excitement I had all day - and told myself to be very, very fast! I clamped the cup over the spider against the wall and the spider went nuts! Then I slipped the card between the wall and the edge of the cup, flipped the cup up over, and raced downstairs and into the street, where I released (by throwing the cup many feet away) the dangerous beast in the middle of Geary Blvd at 28th. He was full of energy now, but I managed to retrieve my cup sans him and fled to the comfort of my cozy, now spider-less room.
I think now I can go to sleep.
Good Night Again z Z Z
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