SIGMANUNKI

It hasn't exactly been fun. To those of you who replied to my posts before the madness, I have left the emails unread (I'm reminded of that fact every time I check my mail) and will get to them when I can. Also, before you read the below, just know that everything's turned out fine. So, first I'm having to deal with incompetence for some university stuff. Not going to get into it, but it is related to prior blogs. Storm cuts out power and after 100 mins (UPS) my internet connection. Something funky happens and I can't log back in. I diagnose the problem as not mine and call tech support to tell them. The guy actually raised his voice to me! You'd think that when I start telling him what I'm seeing in my logs and netstat -rn and route and ... that he'd know that he's not talking to someone who's clueless, yet... The only reason why I had someone out to fix it so fast was because I have a business account (they apparently suck up to us :biggrin:). The problem was (educated guess) that the server thought I was logged in and because everything is static on a business account, it thought I was trying to log in again from the same place; denied. After about 45 min with the techie, she logged in fine; then I logged in fine. So, what I think happened is that when she logged in, the server cleared whatever was in memory for my specific node and viola. Then I start packing to move when my Grandma falls and breaks her hip. When I was first told (by my sister) I wasn't made aware of how serious the break was. I was just told she was in good/bad spirits (happy or pissy still means she's got energy, livelyness, etc) and was in the hospital. So, I thought that it was probably just a hair-line fracture and that they were setting it and were watching her because of her age; late nineties. She's escaped without harm from worse falls. Then I get told by my Dad that she was going to have to have surgery. The "ball" at the top of the femur had basically snapped off. Not a great thing for someone as old as she is. So, we went to see her for what was presumedly the last time. The surgery lasted about 4.5 hrs which is well beyond the 45 mins they said it would take. So, we think that something probably went wrong during that they had to deal with. After she came out of it she was talking to everyone fine and then had a heart attack (we assume; clutching the chest is rather telling). Then the next day she could say where she was but couldn't speak when asked someones name. So, we think that that was probably a mini-stroke (she's had them before). After that it was a downward spiral till she just stared at the ceiling. The nurse said it was like she just gave up. At this point, I think they had gone over in detail my Grandma's DNR two or three times. So, that next day, my parents helped us move (we changed cities) and they filled us in on the above. Also, they said that they phoned the hospital before they came to our (now) old apartment and that the hospital gave them a special number to call for my Grandma's status at any time (normally you can only call during the day). They said that she wasn't doing well. After getting into our new place, my Dad for the umpteenth time told me/us that if Grandma did die that we didn't have to come in to the funeral. I/We said for the umpteenth time, that we [b]would[/b] come in (we're only 2-3 hrs away). He tried to re-iterate when I finally got pissed. I just said, "If she passes, we [b]will[/b] come in; period. Accept it, deal with it." and that ended that nonsense. My parents stayed in a hotel in town that night. So, the next day my parents come over and say that they had news about Grandma. My sister had gone to see her the previous day and when she walked in her hospital room, Grandma was sitting up in bed chatting with my Uncle and his girlfriend! My Uncle's girlfriend said, she's like the energizer bunny. And it's rather true :smile: They wanted to get my Grandma up and about straight away but they didn't because of the complic

DALTONSPENCE

... in [i]Blue Sun Room[/i]. These drabbles were inspired by "[i]Secerts on the Firefly[/i]" at

JACQUI

Sorry guys, this post has nothing to do with Firefly/Joss Whedon/Serenity. It's me ranting. About drunk strippers. Seriously. I work for 13 hours on Saturdays, from 9am to 10pm, it's a long day, especially today 'cause I was tired. I work in a porn store/strip club/adult cinema. I'm the 2ic... aka... the weekend/night manager of sorts. Being a girl, I'm used to skeezy guys off the street who think they can ask me for all sorts of 'favours', (because I do nothing but sit there all day and dream about greasy men off the street... mmm hmmm. It's my life long fantasy come true), wanting to know what a 'girl like you is doing in a place like this' (because I'm a raving nymphomaniac and cannot stay away from the porn industry for ten minutes, dumbass, it certainly isn't because they... I don't know.. PAY ME MONEY or anything). What I did not need was the stripper drinking herself into a hysterical mental effing breakdown and locking herself in the peep room and hijacking the intercom so that she can call the customers all sorts of choice obscenities (Think f***ing crinkled runts, without all those pesky middle letters) before I can override it. So then we had to get her boyfriend in to try and talk her out of the room. All in the last hour before close. Which meant I couldn't get in the peep room to empty the money, which meant I couldn't count the money, which meant I couldn't make up the girls' pays, which meant I couldn't enter in any of the End Of Day data into the computer, which meant I couldn't do the End Of Day paperwork, which meant I couldn't CLOSE THE SHOP. I wasn't in the mood for extra work, because I DON'T GET OVERTIME, dammit, and I'd been there all FREAKING DAY. Am I insensitive for being peeved at this? Should I be more understanding, or am I right in thinking "don't bring alcohol to your workplace" even if you are a stripper?

STILLSHINY

Not much today. Just trying to get my lazy carcass to do, oh I don't know anything. Going to a concert / festival today with a bunch of youth from the church. That whole part chaparone / concert going thing. Should be fun. We got a good bunch of youth in our church. Not feeling all manner of poetical today, but i may scrawl something out later on.

JEBBYPAL

Well it's been a while since my last update and I know people are getting antsy for more Twin Regrets (fortunately, no death threats in the inbox yet, but I suppose that would be rather counterproductive). The story and plot haven't stalled, the fic will be written. Real life committments have been busy plus next week is the deadline for a ficathon on livejournal that I signed up for before I even started the crossover. I hope to have at least one more chapter by October, more if the muse wills it. And nothing horrible happens in reality. For those who have been reading my stuff for a while, Camouflage has been stalled for a long time. I think I've worked out a plot point for it, but I haven't had time to go back and work on it. Writing anything other than short snippets at the same time as Twin Regrets is a little counterproductive since I'm having a hard enough time keeping my verb tenses straight in just TR. I am dedicated to actually finishing Camouflage mostly as proof that I can if nothing else. I do need to go back and do some revisions of earlier chapters as well since it was written over such a long period and my style has changed somewhat, but I'll do that when I'm finished with all of it. I'll see how things go though as to whether I'll continue posting updates of Camo as I finish. Anyways, thanks for all the feedback and still reading my stuff despite my slow pace at the writing. I admire those with a more regimented style that are able to post like clockwork. Sadly, my muse and my life don't seem to cooperate that well.