tee hee

I am a small and petty person. Hee.

I just got a call from my cousin Mo. Her network was down and she wanted to know if I remembered what the the password was on the Netopia I gave her two years ago. The answer was, 'Um. No..."

But I could hear that there was some guy in the background helping her. So she eventually just handed me over to him. I thought he was just a college friend, with more 'computer' experience than Mo. The guy was polite enough, but I couldn't figure out why he was talking to me like I was someone who didn't know what I was talking to. He was giving me very baby'd answers, which didn't match the level of my questions. So. I instinctively snapped into Tech Mode. I'm not rude in Tech Mode, but I'm fairly authoritative and okay, a little imperious.

I worked as a tech for many years, with a lot of guys who assumed I didn't know what I was talking about. And to be fair to this guy, he didn't know I was a tech, he just thought I was a cousin who gave routers as presents.

So I started asked questions and telling him what to do. And I probably wasn't being very gentle about it. His tone changed fairly quickly. Hee. I told him exactly what to do, and he hesitantly thanked me, gave me back to Mo, who also thanked me, and I got off the phone.

Ten minutes later, Mo called me back. She was very cute. She thanked me again, said that as soon I got off the phone, he tried to explain to her why what he was doing was just different, but okay, but as a test, he'd try my suggestion. It worked immediately. As he left, she thanked him, and he said, "Thank your cousin. She knows what she's talking about."

Mo said that it was really funny watching him. He'd started talking a bit condescendingly and then she could see him sort of wilt and go to deferential. I did tell him I worked for Netopia, so hopefully he won't feel too bad about it. Because it's not his fault for not being a Netopia expert.

There are very few things I feel I can speak with such confidence about and I think funnily enough, the Netopia router will always be one of those things.

why why why

Much as boiling water resists a watched eye, a watched window never produces a Jeff.

*forces self into non-window-staring activity*

happy day

I keep having these moments where I stop, stare, and think, "Wow. This is mine. All mine. I live here."

Jeff arrived and his wonderful reaction to the living room furniture was, "What on earth are you talking about? This isn't too much furniture!!" Hee. I told him that in my defense, I'd cleared the room of boxes and moved things about a bit. Yay!

Then we walked down to Gorditos for lunch. Despite the light drizzle, it was a nice walk and gave me a chance to get a feel for my neighborhood. Walking gives you that so much better than driving.

We came back and tackled the desk. In an infuriating turn of events, while simply bending over to hold a piece of the desk, I torqued my back. It hurts and I've just spasm'd it, but it's not debilitating, thankfully. I can still move. Slowly and with some wincing, but whatfuckingever. I pounded some Advil and despite Jeff's scolding, continued on my merry way. We got the desk in place, displaying a previously unknown set of OCD tendencies in me pertaining to symmetry. Then we loaded all the boxes into Jeff's truck. It feels so good to have that space. It's funny, because it's not like I'm using it for anything (the dining room). But it feels good.

Jeff left, admonishing me to take it easy. I cheerfully lied and promised to. To which he immediately responded, "LIAR!" Hee. Hobbes did hold me down on the couch for a bit, but I felt better, stretched out a bit, and hauled the bookshelves into the office. I've placed the filing cabinet and re-arranged the club chair. So that room is set. Hallefuckinglujah. I feel like I've been working towards that end for a decade. Now I can unpack my bookses and set up the main pc. Whoop!

My last big goal is to move the old loveseat into the bedroom. The blue color is going to look repulsive against the red wall, but until I buy a cover for it, I'll just have to survive.

I need to go to Fred Meyer to buy this cable piece thingie and a roll of that stuff you can use in lieu of contact paper, it's squishy and non-adhesive so I can unpack the master bath. I also want to re-arrange the furniture in the bedroom and everything's on wheels so that's easy enough.

Despite longer ranging projects, the unpacking home stretch is in sight and on target. I would jump around and dance, but irritated back and all, I should at least abstain from that!