“You’re on your knees a lot!”

Today was a much better day, mostly because I am home right now and not still working like yesterday. But at my last call, a client that took me four visits to finally get his entire house networked made this strange comment to me as I was finishing up.

“You’re on your knees a lot!”

He and his wife just moved into the house and there was little room for me to work on his laptop, leaving me to either stand or kneel. I’m not sure if he saw my “gross, you did not just say that” face, but certainly he heard my nervous laugh.

Stubborn and persistant.

I just worked fourteen hours straight.

Worked non-stop on one problem for eleven of those hours.

Ran out of battery on both of my cells and a client’s home phone trying to fix aforementioned problem.

Didn’t fix the problem.

Ran over a massive bolt, had to have tire changed.

Ate a few strips of Jack Links Teriyaki-flavored beef jerky. Also had a snickerdoodle cookie and tall Caramel Macchiato from Starbucks.

Missed a dinner date with a buddy.

My zit is getting bigger and will not comply with my demands.

Was reminded of all the trouble Moses went through to get to the Holy Land. He did not step foot there. But he did not die in vain.

It is only the middle of the week.

Long days.

I think I can be a workaholic as long as I don’t sit or lay down somewhere comfortable.

My job has been more stressful than usual.

I really should use my gym membership again.

First listen through Jimmy Eat World’s new album and I’m disappointed. I really liked the dark sound they had on Futures and the Stay On My Side EP. I had pre-ordered this new album through iTunes though so maybe it will pay off if I grab good seats when they swing by Dallas again.

Thrice’s new album drops today too, so maybe that’ll redeem this new release Tuesday.

I need structure.

I haven’t stopped thinking about the dead guy. In fact, I am still creeped out.

Hello, giant zit on my chin!

I am really digging this new theme and how customizable it seems.

Hott Fuzz made me laugh all night.

Is it the weekend yet?

There are some strange cats out there.

The company I work for is nationwide and we have a forum that helps me keep up-to-date on technology and also provides a good release when work starts to drive us crazy. Here’s an example of some of the random clients we run across - the kind that asks you for help, but then suddenly know more than you do. Thanks to the fellow coworker out there that submitted this.

Lady: How could I get this infected? I have Norton.
Me: Well ma’am unfortunately even the best antivirus and antispyware programs are not infallible, sometimes infections do get past protection software. Even with the best software it is possible for users to unknowingly allow spyware to enter their system by clicking on the wrong email or popup ad.
Lady: I don’t believe you.
Me: Ummm ok, well as you can see here, you are indeed infected.
Lady: Where did I get this “infection” you speak of?
Me: I can’t say for sure, but I do see a number of things that could be potential causes, the first is Limewire, the second is that your homepage is set to myspace - and while myspace itself is not dangerous, you can definitely get infected there.
Lady: Myspace is owned by Mr. Murdoch. It is a big company, they would not let me get infected.
Me: Well ma’am,you are right, Myspace is owned by Mr. Murdoch’s company. However because it is so popular right now, it is being targeted by people who write viruses and spyware because it is a very easy way for them to spread their software.
Lady: I really have a hard time believing you.
Me: *Zorak-style BLINK BLINK*
Me: Well we would be happy to repair the infection.
Lady: Not needed, I am not infected, thank you very much. Goodbye.

Oh yeah, in other work-related news, I messed up my right leg at my last appointment. What was I doing? Walking. Kudos me.

Apparently, I work everywhere!

I love wearing a uniform to work. When I wake up in the morning, I don’t have to bother with the all-time question, ”What am I going to wear today?” Gives me less time in the closet and more time in Sleepy Land.

For those of you that know me, you know what I have to wear to work. Not exactly flattering and I stand out like a sore thumb outside of my mo’. (Whatever that means!) Sometimes I do run errands after my shifts because I know if I go home to change, I’ll get caught up with something or another and never run my errand.

Today’s errand was grocery shopping at Target. I’m not familiar with Super Target’s layout at all, so I’m wandering around looking for my chocolate chip cookie dough Slim Fast bars. (And yes, they are as amazing as they sound.) I appreciate Target’s layout and gigantic signs, but none of them said “health bars” or “energy bars.” During my trek, red shirts were everywhere restocking, and a group of red shirted women with Target name tags just happen to be the answer to my quest.

Me: “Excuse me, do you happen to know where the energy bars are?”

Woman 1: “Yes, they should be on aisle B13 over there.” (Points to aisle a few rows down, not in the grocery section I had been combing.)

Me: “Oh! Ok! Thank you!”

Woman 2: (Places Texas Poker Championship game for the PC in my cart.)

Me: Thanks! (Smiles. Smiles at all three ladies. Laughs.)

My brain: Oooh! Free gift!

Me: (Pauses. Picks up game to get a better look.)

My brain: Wait! This is a product! One that you’re not even interested in! What?!

Me: (Extends product back out to Woman 2. Still smiling. But nervously.)

Woman 2: Oh, it goes over there somewhere. (Points in vague direction.)

Me: Oh yeah? Um, ok!

All four of us: (Awkward pause.)

My brain: *CLICK!!!*

Me: Oh, I’m sorry, I don’t work here!

I continued my trek for my cookie dough bars of goodness and could hear the laughing for at least two minutes. Woman 2 kept saying, “I thought she worked here! I thought she worked here!” I got a good chuckle and I got my bars.

What’s weird is that they wear red polo shirts and I was wearing a white button up shirt and black tie. And what’s weirder is that this isn’t the first time by any means. Actually, I think this happens almost everytime I run an errand at a retail store of some sort. Blockbuster Video, Wal-Mart, the mall… I think this may be the first time that an employee actually thought I was a coworker. Good times.