Tone Parsons

I’m back at work today. I still feel like crap (all sweaty and clammy and stuffs), but I have work to do and there’s no point in staying home (I’d just be sick there too).

On the way in to work, I dropped my car off at the shop to get the oil changed. I went for the $29.95 deal (change the oil, lube the chassis, top off all the other various fluids).

The shop just called me. Apparently, my alignment was out and it had eaten the inside edge of both front tires. I’d noticed that they were wearing differently from the rear ones (and I rotate my tires every 6,000 miles). Unfortunately, I have all wheel drive, so if you replace any of the tires, you have to replace them all (so they all have the same amount of tread).

Now, to get my car out of there, it’s going to be just over $500.

I’m not too stressed over it, as I had planned on getting new tires this year and I have the cash right now. It’s probably a good thing they noticed this, as I’m driving to Portland, Oregon next month (my Dad’s getting married), and I’d hate for there to be a problem on the road (it’s a long damn drive).

Other news: well, there really isn’t any other news. My life is pretty damn boring.

Update:

I picked up my car.  The bill was only $431.00, so that wasn’t so bad.  It does ride much nicer than before (gotta love new tires!!).  They also got the alignment right.  I had to drive down to the Harley dealer to get tickets for the upcoming “Fun Run”.  The car went in a very straight line all the way there and back, so I’m happy.

It’s monday, and I feel like crap.

My stomach is turning itself upside-down, I’m sweaty, and my overall opinion of life is poor.

*bleh*

Of course, I’m at work (because I’m all dope like that), but I’ll be heading home soon. I just need to tie a few things up first.

Once I’m at home, it’s off to bed for me.

Remember that post a while back where I just screamed and screamed?

Now, take that post multiply by a factor of 12, add 2, and you’ve now got where I am now.

*shudder*

I’m going to hide under my desk for the rest of the week, in the fetal postion, sucking my thumb and humming while rocking back and forth.

I have a webcam… you can watch my mental meltdown.

If I had to do it all over again, I’d start by writing these two rules on the wall:
Rule #1: Do not tell people you know anything about computers.

Rule #2: Do not tell people you know anything about computers.

I get phone calls… lots of phone calls.

“I just did something stupid and now all my *insert important files here* are gone!”. “I just downloaded *insert known spyware infested application here* and now my computer keeps *insert bad thing here*.

So… it’s official. I do not know anything about computers. Please don’t call me at work because your home PC just exploded in a green ball of fire and all the demons from hell have you backed into a corner (read: you installed a porn dialer and now your homepage has been reset, you have a new desktop background of two old ladies going at it with giant produce, and your computer keeps dialing a 900 number in Nigera).

I can’t help you.

Oh… and don’t call the Geek Squad…. they’re a bunch of smacktards.