We have a new note system at work, and I’m here to tell you that it sucks rocks. Since this travesty is a product that is currently being tailored for us, it doesn’t yet actually interface with our old background system… Rather, it simply has our customer records loaded up to a certain point, and thus any changes happening in the now need to be made in both systems, until such time as updates are real-time. It’s like pulling my own teeth if anything needs to be updated! Furthermore, this new contact management system, as it’s called, is web-based, so sometimes looking up a new record, or at least a different aspect of one, is as slow as weather.com loading in the era of 28-baud modems. Overall? FAILURE!!! The worst part about it is that the folks who are responsible for implementation on our end have been down here all day the last two days, and are being SO kind and receptive! It’s hard not to cry.
Last night, while ferrying my love back downtown to his subterranean abode, I blew out one of my near-bald tires in a pothole as deep as my undercarriage. Even though we only had one bloody wrench and very little experience, Orpheus stayed with me outside in the rapidly dropping temperatures as moral support while I changed my tire. He even called around and got an extra jack for me when the cheap piece of @#$% that came in my car broke, and walked with me to get it. Plus, he was really kind last night. He rubbed my back, and snuggled his butt off. Tonight, I’m picking up my car from the shop down the street from work, picking him up, and going home to brood. Then I’m going to doink O. into my mattress. Well, probably not. But it’s nice to pretend. $400.00 for new tires on a finicky car is bad enough for one day. Sexual healing ueber alles!!!
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