We've discussed this recently:

I fucking launch Chrome this morning and fire up gmail and it asks for my password. My SAVED password. then it asks me if I want to save it. IT IS saved motherfucker. I just checked. Then it tells me another I.P. is logged into this account. Oh really? What's the I.P. address that's logged into this account? Mine. I am not logged in.

I delete cache, cookies, dump the milk down the sink, reboot and I still get this crap. Just with gmail though. chrome is filling in my log-ins for forums and the like.

Probably some fucking auto update.

I want to watch The Draughtman's Contract this week.
I know it is on, because the Sunday magazine that comes free with my parents' paper had it listed as a Pick Of The Day.

But I didn't write down the details, and the magazine has already gone to recycling.

My big problem is I do not remember which channel it was on, OR which channel.
So I cannot search every channel on a specific date, or a specific channel for every date.
There are a lot of them out there.

I thought I had solved it - BBC2 is apparently showing it on Saturday 17 September 2011.
But having memorised that, I went downstairs to Sky Plus it, only to find a COMPLETELY DIFFERENT schedule on the planner.

W.T.F.?

Beginning to feel I've stumbled into a modern day Kafka.

ETA - my bad. It's on at 00.05 Saturday morning.
But the schedules I was lookig at had it 12.05AM Saturday.
I get confused when TV listings use 12 hour clock.

getting home at 3:15 am after a service call

mysonmysonmysonmysonmysonmysonmysonmyson

Must...not...use...fist...of...death....

Just about everything and everyone.

If I had a fist of death I would already be in prison.
And mourning pretty much my entire family.
Stay strong Bri, don't use your powers for anything trivial.

Infi? Sounds like a shit day.
Weekend soon...?

But you can use the Spank Ray!

Ahh, yeah. I need to relax this weekend. It's been go go go and work work work and I'm just really tired.

I don't know how people with gumption do it.

I guess they just gobble that gumption down with maple syrup. Sets them up for the day.
Or is that porridge?




































Or spoodge?

Prolly spooge. I could get my handz on some maple syrup, maybe even some porridge. :(


;)

Since the Bates Motel didn't give me my full paycheck, I can't pay for my internet (used the money on other things, since I was counting on the OT from Bates). Now I have to call my Internet provider and whimper for mercy. Oh, and the Bates is trying to do me out of paying for 5 hours that I worked last week in addition to all the others. :mad:

Any of that in writing Sam? Is there a time card you punch or some paperwork you fill out? Grrr - this guy is pissing ME off and I'm not even involved.

Well thanks, Classic. I knew it would be cool to be a member of your clique! ;)

The place grosses about $2,000/day, so there's no financial need to treat staff so poorly.

We fill in our time cards ourselves. I suppose buying a clock that would let us punch in officially would cost too much. Often the desk clerk is alone at the front counter, so there's no actual proof of how long we were there. Of course, Motel Maintenance Man immediately rats us out to the owner if we do something wrong. Naturally, mum's the word if we do something right. The other desk clerk could verify my hours because she was exhausted and called me to ask if I'd mind finishing her shift for her. But she's terrified of "Norman" and is a worse space cadet then I am, so...

If I just knew the computerized check-in and payment programs real motels use, I could apply to some ski resort outfits that are beginning to hire for the winter season, but true to form, all the Bates has is a manual system from the 1950's. :eyebrow:

<Victim card> Is it about a paycheck or principle? You sure are ready to fall on your sword over principle but when it comes down to brass tacks you are just like the rest of us....