In which, WTF?
The "technical support services" manager called Sunday night and said "I'm sick. Can you please go in early tomorrow to cover for me?" I said, "Yeah. Sure. Feel better." Then he said, "You will be configuring modems too." *makes face* I hate doing that. Not that it is hard because it isn't. It's because the room is completely disorganized. The hardware is never in the same place twice. Plus, we are running low or
out of some supplies. It doesn't help that one person in the office knows where things are and the rest of us have to guess. Anyway. I got up 30 minutes earlier than normal. Even though, I stayed up later because I was playing on the interwebz. Went out to start
this car because it takes 10 minutes to start and warm up. Went in the house, grabbed my coat, brushed my teeth and went back out to the car to leave. *note: I always leave when I am
almost late.* I put the car in reverse and hit the gas. I didn't move. Put it in drive. I didn't move. Played around thinking I could somehow fix it by turning it off and on. Or by shifting from drive to reverse to neutral and back to park...no. No, it didn't. After about 15 minutes, I gave up.
