Yes, I know it's been a week since I've updated...

Seriously, nothing is happening right now. There are currently no movies I'm jonesing to see in the theaters. My last Netflix rental sucked. I am, however, listening to a really cool cd by a band called Grizzly Bear. The cd is titled Yellow House. It's sort of trip folk...kinda. It's really mellow and sort of surreal. I don't know that I'd listen to it in the car, but it's perfect for at home.

Rather than dull you with the usual stories of unboxing books, I will tell you of a customer phone call I fielded today. I picked up the call and an older woman says to me "Your screen won't let me enter my security number. Why?"

Thank goodness I speak Crazy Elderly Person. I determine that she is talking about the website and she is referring to the security number on her credit card. I try and get her to look for the help options on the site, but she can't seem to place them. I ask if she's tried backing out of this part of the order and starting the paying process again. I ask if she tried entering the number more than once. She says she's done it six times and it keeps saying it is incorrect. I ask if she's entered the correct number, and she swears she has. I tell her, it must be something with the page itself, some sort of glitch, and I can't fix that on my end since we at the store have NOTHING TO DO WITH THE WEBSITE.

She asks if I can order the books at the store. I say, sure I can and ask her for the first title. Well...she didn't note down the titles as she was browsing so she needs to back out of the order and get the list.

I always get scared when they use the word "list." Anyway, she says she's going to do that and then call back. She asks if she should ask for me when she calls back. I explain that anyone who works here can place the order, it doesn't necessarily need to be me. Of course, I'm trying to make sure she doesn't ask for me as I can see where this is going. I hang up and think that is the end of it.

A good 20 or so minutes go by so I think I'm safe. The phone rings and I answer and, you guessed it, it's her. She doesn't realize she's already spoken to me so she starts to go into her thing. She says she "called the office" and the girl there told her it was okay to order over the phone. I don't bother to point out it was me.

Now, from the previous conversation I know she has two authors she's looking for. Boy was I off. She has 5 authors for a total of 13 books. Crap.

I note them down then put her on hold to go looking. I find 10 of them in the store and will have to order the other 3. I place the order. Oh, she wants them shipped to her home. I get that set up, but the printer at this particular computer isn't working. I copy down the order number, but leave off a digit so when I try to ring it up it won't work. I put her on hold again and go to another computer to print the order, because we don't have printers at the cash registers.

I come back up to the front and ring up that order first. I enter in her credit card number, and because I'm not actually swiping the card I have to enter THE SECURITY NUMBER! Great. She reads it off to me and, no surprise, it's not correct. She gives it to me again. I ask her if her card is American Express. She says yes, and I tell her the number is on the front of the card.

"The front?"

Yes, the front.

"Oh, the number I gave you was on the back. Try this number..."

That worked. Guess we know why the number you were trying online kept getting rejected.

"Well, I've never tried it online before."

ARRGHHHH!!!! During the first phone call, she'd sworn up and down she'd used this card online at our site before.

Of course, it now hits me that because she mixed up the numbers, I have spent all this time with her instead of dealing with the boxes I have still piled up in back.

I ring up the books from within the store and remember that I need to ask if she has a membership card. She doesn't and asks me about it, decides she wants to get one and oh, yeah, add on a gift certificate for her niece.

I will say, she was pleasant all the way through this whole ordeal, which makes taking the time to help that much more tolerable. But, I also need to mention that I spent 55 MINUTES HELPING HER!!! I picked up the phone at 5:50 (as soon as I knew it was her I noted down the time) and I got back to my desk at 6:45. I sure hope she liked our hold music.

Gimmie Some McLovin

I probably should not have liked Superbad as much as I did given I am not a guy between the ages of 18-25. Like all good coming of age comedies, Superbad is full of crude humor. There are dick jokes galore, most of them funny. There are plenty of jokes about sex, getting laid, getting anything really...and most of those are funny too. But, unlike some of those types of comedies, this movie actually has a sweet center to it. The basic plot goes like this--Evan and Seth have been best friends forever and had been planning on going to college together, but Seth wasn't able to get into Dartmouth (sp? obviously I didn't get in their either) so they will be separating after the summer. They have two weeks left of school and are trying to get through these two weeks as best they can. They aren't the popular kids, but they aren't complete geeks either. Like most of us, they sort of fall into the middle. They get invited to a party being thrown by the girl that Seth has a crush on. Their third friend told them he was about to get a fake ID so the boys offer to pick up the liquor for the party.

Craziness and hilarity ensue.

The action takes place during one evening. The kid picking up the fake ID has chosen the name McLovin for himself. Just McLovin--no first name. Oh, and he's gotten an ID from Hawaii. While attempting to buy the liquor, the store he is at is robbed. When the other guys see the cops, they get the wrong impression and ditch their friend. What follows is a strange journey involving attempts to secret away liquor from another party, being forced to sing to a bunch of guys doing coke, joyriding with the cops, and general misunderstandings.

Ultimately, they end up together at the party with the liquor and then it becomes about their attempts to woo the girls they like...or in McLovin's case, the girl whose ass he was following earlier that day in school. Throughout there is plenty of cussing, sex talk, and some insights into how bizarre a friendship can be as you try to make your way through the hormonal hell that is high school.

Overall, I thought the humor fit the tone of the film. The guys definitely yapped about sex a lot, but they're 18, what do you want? Evan, played by Michael Cera from Arrested Development, seems genuinely concerned about having an actual relationship with the girl he likes, as opposed to just wanting to bang her. And for all his big talk, Seth too is a big softie when you come down to it.

I thought the best bits included many of the scenes at the high school, the scene where Seth is explaining to the teacher just how lame home ec is was great. I also liked McLovin's attempt to get the liquor. Most of the scenes between Seth and Evan showed off what seemed to be a genuine best friend relationship and all that entails.

I thought the bits with the cops, while several of them were funny, almost seemed to broad for what the rest of the film was trying to do. I also thought the "blood on the pants" bit detracted from the feel of the film. For me, as a chick, I instantly thought--a guy wrote this--because it was just a bit out of the realm of believability. It didn't really gross me out. It just didn't seem plausible--especially after a second person gets blood on his pants. I know that doesn't make sense, but once you see the movie, you'll understand. I also thought a guy wrote this during some of the scenes involving the behaviour of some of the girls. Not that I thought these things weren't possible, I just thought we've already seen this before. The movie is still definitely worth checking out, even with some plot mis-steps.

Not much else going on this vacation. I have been enjoying the Little League World Series on ESPN/ESPN 2 the last few days. I watched a really good Japan vs. China Taipai game today when I got home. Japan won by the way in 10 innings (normally they play 6).

Also found out the best way to freak out employees at a sandwich shop. Talk on your cell phone loudly about bad weather. The skies were really dark as I was leaving the movie, but I could tell that it was blowing over town really quickly. While I was getting lunch, the guy behind me got a call about some nasty stuff north of us. Some big ass tree got blown over. He starts saying things about warnings and how some radio station he listens to had gone to static. About 2 seconds after he leaves, the girls behind the counter proclaim that if their families/friends called them about any warnings in the area they would not hesitate to leave, regardless of who was around. Sweet, I thought. Free cookies for dessert. Dorks.

100 and counting

Here we are...my 100th blog entry. Not surprisingly, it's about a movie.

Stardust is the movie adaptation of Neil Gaiman's book/graphic novel. I loved the book, but it's been a few years since I've read it. To me, Stardust was always an adult fairy tale. And by adult I don't mean wacka-jah-wownn (uh...that would be may way of spelling the sound of a '70's porno guitar), I mean a story full of fantasy and other worldliness that isn't so sickly sweet you can't stomach it.

Tristian, played by relative newcomer Charlie Cox, works in a shop in his small English village. He desperately wants to impress one particular girl, who, of course, doesn't want anything to do with him. After he makes a really romantic gesture, she decides to have a bit of fun and agrees to marry him if he brings back a fallen star that they have just seen shoot across the heavens. To get the star, he must cross The Wall and go into parts unknown. Parts that have been protected 24/7 forever.

The star manifests itself into the form of a young woman, Claire Danes, upon falling to Stronghold (that would be parts unknown). Tristian selfishly attempts to bring her back with him and the adventure begins. We have sky pirates, witches, unicorns, you name it. Just enough fantasy to take you out of where you are, but not so much to become too cutesy. We also have romance, humor, and action--and not just the swashbuckling kind.

I'll admit it. My major problem with fantasy is the idea that cats talk and act like people. There is at least one series of books at the store where the cats date and shit. That's just too messed up for me.

Anyway, Matthew Vaughn, who directed Layer Cake (which you should definitely rent, even with Sienna Miller in it), handles the demands of both telling a rich story and working with loads of special effects. To me though, the best effect was the English landscape. Of course, now that I've said this it'll end up it was filmed in Bulgaria or something. I should take time to look things up now and again.

Cox and Danes work very well together. Robert De Niro ends up coming just this short of camp with his performance, which is a good thing. And, Michelle P. (seriously, I don't know how to spell her name...sorry) is deliciously wicked. I also enjoyed the bevy of British talent appearing throughout the film. I kept thinking, oooo, I've seen him in Spaced....look, it's Inspector Lynley...damn, Rupert Everett's face looks funny flat.

I think this would be a great movie to see for adult date night, or with the family. Some younger kids (10 or younger) may be put off by some parts and it is over 2 hours long, so take that into consideration. Still, you can't beat a movie that features Mr. Weasley as a former goat, who can only go "bahhh" and jump onto the top of the bar with no effort.

FYI:

Vacation week starts tomorrow. And, for those of you thinking, holy crap how much vacation time does she get anyway...let me just say, I earn every freakin' second of it.

I'm planning on going to see Superbad (McLovin!!!!) and watch some rented stuff too so I will hopefully have something to blog about. Obviously, my usual well of store bitching will be temporarily dried up. Till number 101, good night.

EDITING NOTE: I have tried 3 times to get spacing between my paragraphs and so far it hasn't worked. Don't be surprised if the 4th try fails too. Sorry.

No One Wants To Grow Up

You may be asking the following question. Why a picture of the cast of Facts Of Life? The bigger question for me...WHY NOT?!

It has recently struck me that everyone has held on to a trait or behaviour from their youth. I'm not talking about some cute sort of thing. I'm talking about the sort of trait you wish would just disappear. The sort of trait that rears its ugly head at your worst or weakest moments.

I have often complained at work that some of my fellow employees act like 8 yr. olds. Behaving like a petulant child is not the best thing to do past the age of 12. And on someone over 30, it is even worse. I am not above such behaviour, believe me. I know a split second before it happens that it is going to happen, and some of the time I am unable to stop it.

Why the hell can't I stop it? Am I, in some truly deep seeded way, clinging on to my youth? Am I unable to handle the world as an adult so I revert to being a child? Is being a real adult just too damn scary at times?

I know one of my big shortcomings (er...oxymoron anyone?) is taking things too personally. Well, let me clarify that statement. Most of the time, I take things too personally when the comments come from people I respect. The people I want to please, or impress, or have like me are the people I worry over the most. Everyone else I could give a poo less about.

How is it so easy to recognize my childish attitude, yet so hard to really get rid of it? I know this is all a bit rambling. I'm trying to figure something out without really telling you all the situation that lead up to this particular thought getting caught in my head. Boy, today's blog sucks.

On to other random things:

I hate being my age and still having crushes.

Strange Days is a better film than you think.

Becoming Jane was disappointing. Should have had more of her wit.

Sort of on the same topic...we need more balls to dance at...and they must be filmed on a beautiful English estate.

Writing a year end performance review for someone who has worked for you for about 3 weeks is easily one of the most annoying and dumbest things a person can do.

Love the first single from the new Foo Fighters cd. That would be "The Pretender."

And finally, the next blog will be better. Probably.

PS. Laura got the quote. It is from The Breakfast Club. I'm working on the next one.

Demands

Today at work we had an older gentleman who was in full "demand" mode. Or maybe it was dementia mode. Anyway, the guy was in the cafe berating one of the managers rather loudly for refusing to send out his fax.

You heard me. His freakin' fax. He wanted us to fax something for him. We had done this once before because he had stood at the door of our store manager's office banging on it madly. We did it to get him to shut the hell up.

He came back expecting us to do it again. And, when we explained we were not a flippin' Kinkos he decided to go all grouchy loud on us.

What sort of society have we turned into when it seems logical to just go in to any place of business and expect them to do what you say irregardless of whether or not what you want them to do has any correlation to what the point of the business is? Frak, that was a long sentence. Run on, fair sentence, run on.

We really have turned into a society that believes by acting like a complete asshole you will get what you want...and more frighteningly, by acting like an asshole you deserve to get better treatment. I want to key the car of the person who came up with "the customer's always right."

Nope. Sorry. I've had to look up enough books after being given incorrect titles, no author, sometimes nothing more than "I saw it on tv" to go off of. Half the time, people have no idea what they are talking about. And, within the above "people" I include myself.

I beg all of you. If you need help, ask nicely and don't make unreasonable demands. If the person helping you is a dick, do what you can to make things better. Better yet, if they are a dick, shop somewhere else. Why be an ass AND give them your money?

That is all.

FYI: The last quote was from The Simpsons. Let's see if anyone can get the new one. I'll give you a hint. Think about movies from the 80's.

Quick word to Laura regarding her comment on Once. The film is an indie out in theaters, though I saw it the last night it was in town. Hopefully, it will be available to rent soon. I can sort of see a correlation to Love Actually in the way they have a similar tone--bittersweet--but Love Actually has more laughs in it.

You know you want this...I know I do.

For all you Psych fans out there...which might just be me and Laura, I hope I do this correctly.

Once

How many chances do you get to meet the person you are supposed to spend the rest of your life with?

Once is a beautiful and understated film that is about that meeting. It's also about music and creativity and expression and cynics and romantics. The film stars two musicians, as opposed to trained actors. Glen Hansard is frontman for the Irish band The Frames. He recently moved to the Czech Republic and met fellow musician, Marketa Irglova. They were originally going to just write the songs for the movie, but the director decided to use their natural chemistry and cast them in the roles.

If you are a fan of music, watching this film is a moving experience. It's a joy to see the bond that forms between the two characters as they work on a song together. The film opens with Glen busking and promptly having someone try to snag what little money he has earned. We see him again that evening singing his own material. The tune he performs, just him and his battered guitar, gave me shivers. I wanted to clap, to cry, to sing along.

He meets a Czech immigrant and thanks to a bizarre series of questions they become friends. We find out he is still bitterly pining for an ex-girlfriend. Eventually, we find out she is separated from her husband and has a daughter. The relationship grows stronger as they work on music together (she sings and plays piano). It is obvious he wants to take it to the next level, but she is the pragmatic one and, even though she is falling for him, keeps him at a safe distance.

The music really propels the story. Thanks to my interests I've always been right at the edge of that sort of creativity and watching them work up songs made me miss that feeling of belonging you get in those moments. We hear songs from all sides of love and loss. There's a great moment when she is singing a song to him that she'd actually written for her husband. He doesn't know that at first and you can just see on his face how she touches him. She helps him get some money together to record a proper demo. The recording session makes up about the last fourth of the film and is full of amazing songs.

I won't tell you how it ends, only because I don't want to spoil it. But, I will say it is not your standard Hollywood ending. Like the rest of the movie, it is romantic and bittersweet all at once. I cried, but I was satisfied. You don't know for sure what is going to happen to them.

So maybe the answer to the question isn't once, but once and again.

Blog Full of Snark

Normally we get our deliveries between 12-2pm at the store. Our official window is 10:30-2:30. When our truck hadn't arrived by 3:20, I called to find out what was up. It was super freakin' hot and I was concerned that something had happened to the driver.

The guy in charge used his walkie talkie phone to call up the driver. He didn't put me on hold so it ended up I could hear the driver's responses. Scott called and asked where he was. The driver told him and asked who wanted to know. Scott told him I did then the driver responded with a rather snitty, "tell her to not get her panties in a bunch..."

True poetry isn't it.

Scott then said "you just told her, she can hear you." Not surprisingly, there was no response on the other end of the walkie talkie. I started laughing and told Scott the driver was a wanker. Scott gave me the okay to call the driver a wanker when he arrived. Instead I just told the driver he could rest easy knowing I had successfully removed my underwear from up my butt.

Should mention that the driver was one of our fill in guys and the other couple of times he's come here he's been a complete dick then as well. Oh, and he didn't get there till 4:15pm.

THINGS I LOATHE:
gold lame (sorry, can't put the accent on the e)--don't care if it's on a shoe, a purse, or a shirt--all of which I witnessed yesterday

flip flops--esp. on the feet of grown men-- step up and buy a real sandal please-- and teen age girls

kids under the age of 12 with cell phones

actually, cell phones in general

beat poetry cafe announcements

standing still and sweating--I need to move to Alaska.

MOVIE TRAILERS TO CHECK OUT:
Rocket Science--feels like Wes Anderson
The Darjeeling Limited--is Wes Anderson
The Brave One--Jodie Foster as vigilante
National Treasure: Book Of Secrets--winter cheese whiz with cute sidekick action

Double Feature

The Bourne Ultimatum:
Matt Damon--check. Kick ass car chase--check. Dizzying camera work--check. Plot that seems to have been written on a napkin--check. Yep, it's all there which means we have a Bourne sequel in theaters.

The thing I like best about the Bourne films is Matt Damon. He effortlessly brings humanity to a character we really shouldn't like if you stop and think about it for a second. The second best thing I like about these movies are the action sequences. There is a definite benefit to having an actor do his own stunts. The fights are always fast and thrilling. You can't tell me Casino Royale didn't borrow a few things from Bourne in making Bond grittier. Then there's the car chase. The chase is now a staple of the Bourne flicks and this time around we are in NYC. And fuck all if it isn't completely insane and amazing. I actually said "oh my God" out loud while watching it.

Joan Allen and David Straithairn (sp?) work off each other really well. One wants to save Bourne while one wants to kill him. Julia Stiles is back as Nicki, and while I do like her, I was confused by one sentence of dialogue. Jason asks Nicki why she was helping him and I thought she hinted that they had a relationship before he lost his memory, but I may have mis-heard the line because it was never referred to again.

I also thought it was a nice touch to have another great German actor, Daniel Bruhl, play Marie's brother. Daniel and Franka Potente came into German film just a few years apart. And, if you're a fan of their work, seeing him play her brother was a special treat. Wish he had more to do though.

This Bourne film is a great summer treat, just don't worry too much about certain plot holes, or ask too many questions. Just enjoy the fun of it all.

Sunshine:
Danny Boyle, whether he's planned it or not, seems to be on the road to mastering every genre of film. Indie Thriller--Shallow Grave. Indie Comedy/Character Piece--Trainspotting. Horror--28 Days Later. Indie Family Character Piece--Millions. Now on to sci-fi.

With Sunshine, Boyle finds a balance between the claustrophobic twitch of Alien and the cerebral, floaty quality of Solaris (the re-make, haven't seen the original). The basic story is the sun has been dying. One team of scientists was sent out to "re-start" the sun, but something went wrong. They never finished their mission and were never heard from again. We are with a second team and they are Earth's last hope.

The cast is chock full of talented actors from all parts of the world. Makes sense since the problem is global. Essentially, two mistakes are made. One was understandable, but potentially catastrophic. The second mistake came from a decision made earlier. You know, it seemed like the right thing to do, but...

Of course, if it hadn't been done, there would be no movie. Or, there would be a different movie.

Everything flowed nicely. The characters were recognizable, but not stereotypical. Well, except for the one whiny guy. One character, in a lesser actor's hands, would have come off as a dick. But, Chris Evans instead makes him someone who is focused on the big picture and is willing to make the tough decisions. In the end, he is one of the more heroic characters.

Even though Cillian Murphy is the "star" in that, other than Evans who is still making a name for himself, he is more well known than the other actors, it really isn't his movie. It is very much a movie about a group of people and how they react in certain situations.

As a said, it is floaty and cerebral more than "action-y." This doesn't mean there isn't tension and action. The ending is a bit pat, but overall satisfying. The effects are really cool--the ship looks amazing. And, I've always been a fan of the way Boyle can tell a story through the visual language of film. This might not be for everyone, but if you like Boyle's work, or want to try something different, I recommend Sunshine.

RENT IT:
The History Boys--
Based off a hit London play, the story is about a group of common kids trying to get into Oxford. The dialogue is so wonderful to listen to; the playwright adapted it himself for the screen. The kids are all interesting in their own way, as well as the teachers. I think one of my favorite scenes had to be when Hector (an older teacher played by Richard Griffiths--Mr. Dursley to most of you) is explaining the beauty of literature. He says how wonderful it is when you read someone else describing a thought or feeling that you thought was singular to yourself. He says it's as if the writer has reached out his hand and taken yours and said you are not alone. I'm not doing it justice, but it almost made me cry. Don't worry, most of the film is freakin' funny. Dig it today.

An Exercise In Futility, Not To Be Confused With Yoga

First, the really exciting news---Lego Indiana Jones coming out for a gaming system near you in summer of '08 to jive with the release of Indy IV! Yeah!!!! I love both Lego Star Wars games. First, because they are just freakin' funny and cute. Second, because I can actually beat them! Woo!

Fridge Update: No fridge yet. In preparation, I have removed all magnets and photos from dead fridge. I have also cleared a path to the fridge. I still need to clean off the top, which I don't think I've done in about 5 years or so. This is what happens when you live alone. Of course, deciding you can hack off the ice without consequence also happens when you live alone. The benefits of a spouse must include the prevention of bone headed behaviour.

Hobbit Update: Heard today that the trial has occured. Don't know when, but word is he got 1 1/2 yrs. prison or probation---I think it's prison time. He also got fined $20,000 PLUS restitution. Current word is he also did something else, but I don't think I can go into it right now. I can say he took company "property" that didn't belong to him. We only hire the best.

Computer Update: Still screwed. The system was down all morning. Was up for about an hour in the afternoon, crashed again for around 30 or so minutes and then came back up. Word is we are getting a new server sent to us tomorrow. The store will need to plan around its installation. We will have to close all day in order to get it done is what I hear. No offense, but getting a new server and closing for a day was what we should have done in the first place. I don't know what I was expecting though. This is the company that had us using Windows 95 up until 2 years ago. We could have bought a couple of servers for what we've paid for in parts and labor. Not to mention the pain and suffering of employees and customers alike. Allegedly, one customer threatened to return with a gun she was so pissed off. I didn't hear who was telling that story so it's probably an exaggeration, but not by much I'm guessing.

WATCH IT:

Went and saw The Simpsons Movie last night. It was pretty damn funny. The story slows just a bit, but they did a better job with a plot than the Reno 911 movie. There were some touching moments as well and Tom Hanks' cameo is a hoot. One of my favorite lines comes when Homer is working his way to an epiphany. He is shouting out the different thoughts and revelations he is having and one of them is "if you shake it more than twice it's playing with yourself!" I about fell out of my seat with that one.

Death By Dur-hey

Look, it's me. Or rather it's me as a Simpsons type character. I know it doesn't quite look like me, but I had to design it using the available features from the characters that exist. There is an option to download a picture of yourself to have it done more accurately, but unlike Paris Hilton, I don't have tons of photos readily available of myself on my computer.


So I'm back from Arkansas visiting a friend with another friend and her family. 9 hours by car. Let me add to that. 9 hours by car with two young girls. In all honesty, the girls did really pretty well. Thanks dvd player and latch hook pillow! I realized that where we went was a lot like where I live, only with accents. The city festival we went to could have easily been plopped down in my home town.


Had a couple of firsts during the trip. Rode in a Mercedes for the first time. I am even more convinced I am not a car person. All I was thinking about during the ride was how I was lower to the ground than usual and it reminded me of Sherri Swanson's Camero back in high school.


I also attempted to scale one of those rock climbing walls. I went up mostly because I figured no one knew me in this town so if I did horribly no one could rat me out. I checked out the safety system first before making my attempt. I had asked the lady who was running it with her husband (?) if I could have the side that didn't face people. She told me that was the toughest side so instead I ended up providing the viewing public with a fine view of my flat ass. Though, even in a harness I doubt my ass was any more disturbing to see than the t-shirt I saw one bigger gal wearing. It read "objects under this shirt are larger than they appear." Insert your own joke/horror stricken sound effect here.


Thanks to watching various survival type programming on t.v. (thanks Man Vs. Wild!), I knew I needed to sort of plan my moves as I went up. I was doing pretty good and got up to within a couple or three feet of the top when I realized I'd made a mistake. I could only reach out with my left hand. The only "rock" I could grab was maybe 1 to 1 1/2 inches across and stuck out about the same. My left foot was stretched out enough I wasn't going to get any good pushing force out of it. And, I was holding myself up with my right hand so I couldn't use it to reach for another "rock." Since it was my only option, I reached for the little nub, took hold of it and tried to quickly get my right hand free. I reached up with my right hand, lost hold with my left, felt my feet start to slip and then....wheeeeee...down I float. Truth be told, the ride down was the best part. I was so close to hitting that flippin' buzzer too. Oh well. At least I can say I did it once.

So, on to the point behind the title of today's blog.


You know how you're told not to chip away at ice, etc. that forms in your fridge. You should take out the food and defrost the damn thing.


Not so much with me. No, I decide I can do it carefully.


One cooling gas leak later...


I killed my fridge. At 10pm. After a day of having the computers crash repeatedly at work, meaning I got about 10 boxes received ALL DAY! We still have about 100 boxes waiting to be done and another 100 on the way tomorrow.


Yeah.


I rushed some stuff over to my Mom's then called my landlord to let him know what I'd done. I will hopefully have a new fridge in a couple of days. What a pain in the ass and I have no one to blame but myself. Whee.