Supersonic clock...
Nov. 28th, 2001 05:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alexpgpThat's how I feel the clock ran today.
After opening the store, I took off around 11 am and went downtown to pay the phone and light bills for both the house and store. I've been trying to change the phone company's contact name for the store for just about ever. The phone company insists I fill out some silly "supersedance" paperwork, involving notaries, etc. I keep telling them the subscriber - Pack N Mail Plus - is remaining the same and that the only thing that needs to change is the name of the contact person.
So I call the phone company's business office and try one more time. The operator who answered the phone went along with my reasoning and changed the name of the contact person (the old owner) to mine. I'd like to think that's all to it, except she didn't ask for my date of birth or my social security number, so I figure the next time I call, they'll ask for something like that and we'll end up going ring-around-the-rosy again.
Ye gods.
Anyway, after paying off the light bill, I stopped by this rather lonesome shack sporting the name "Flaco Taco," located across from the electric co-op building. I ordered a taco and a bowl of green chile, and by golly, if it wasn't about the best taco and chile I've had in a while!
What I don't get is that "flaco" in Spanish (at least according to the dictionary) means "weak" or "frail," which makes no sense. I am here to tell you, pard, that there was nothing weak or frail about that chile! I shall have to inquire about this little linguistic conundrum the next time I stop by the place (which may be tomorrow, :^).
I stopped by the Methodist Thrift Shop and picked up a nice Rolodex. At the Humane Society's Thrift Shop, I picked up several hardcover books, but missed that little Royal manual typewriter (it sold, apparently, since I was last there). I also picked up a small collection of paperbacks at the library for 50 cents a pop. I might try to sell some of them on eBay in a few days.
By the time I got home, it was nearly 1 pm or so. Since then, I've done a lot of cleaning. I've set up the Epson LQ-500 dot-matrix printer I picked up for $10 from the Methodists a while back, and it works like a charm. I've hooked it up to my old homebrew 90-MHz Pentium system, and that machine, in turn, is on my local network, so now I have a choice of printing to my laser or to the dot-matrix.
I've also thrown out a bunch of stuff, which is always a Good Thing, but looking at the clock, I can't believe it's a quarter to six! Moreover, I haven't even begun to translate the drill rig job (and frankly, I think I'll start in fresh tomorrow morning, thought I may review the reference material the editor faxed to me last night).
I ought to be able to get a few things done in the next half hour or so. The kids just walked in (Drew from the store; Shannon and Huntur from the doctor).
Cheers...
After opening the store, I took off around 11 am and went downtown to pay the phone and light bills for both the house and store. I've been trying to change the phone company's contact name for the store for just about ever. The phone company insists I fill out some silly "supersedance" paperwork, involving notaries, etc. I keep telling them the subscriber - Pack N Mail Plus - is remaining the same and that the only thing that needs to change is the name of the contact person.
So I call the phone company's business office and try one more time. The operator who answered the phone went along with my reasoning and changed the name of the contact person (the old owner) to mine. I'd like to think that's all to it, except she didn't ask for my date of birth or my social security number, so I figure the next time I call, they'll ask for something like that and we'll end up going ring-around-the-rosy again.
Ye gods.
Anyway, after paying off the light bill, I stopped by this rather lonesome shack sporting the name "Flaco Taco," located across from the electric co-op building. I ordered a taco and a bowl of green chile, and by golly, if it wasn't about the best taco and chile I've had in a while!
What I don't get is that "flaco" in Spanish (at least according to the dictionary) means "weak" or "frail," which makes no sense. I am here to tell you, pard, that there was nothing weak or frail about that chile! I shall have to inquire about this little linguistic conundrum the next time I stop by the place (which may be tomorrow, :^).
I stopped by the Methodist Thrift Shop and picked up a nice Rolodex. At the Humane Society's Thrift Shop, I picked up several hardcover books, but missed that little Royal manual typewriter (it sold, apparently, since I was last there). I also picked up a small collection of paperbacks at the library for 50 cents a pop. I might try to sell some of them on eBay in a few days.
By the time I got home, it was nearly 1 pm or so. Since then, I've done a lot of cleaning. I've set up the Epson LQ-500 dot-matrix printer I picked up for $10 from the Methodists a while back, and it works like a charm. I've hooked it up to my old homebrew 90-MHz Pentium system, and that machine, in turn, is on my local network, so now I have a choice of printing to my laser or to the dot-matrix.
I've also thrown out a bunch of stuff, which is always a Good Thing, but looking at the clock, I can't believe it's a quarter to six! Moreover, I haven't even begun to translate the drill rig job (and frankly, I think I'll start in fresh tomorrow morning, thought I may review the reference material the editor faxed to me last night).
I ought to be able to get a few things done in the next half hour or so. The kids just walked in (Drew from the store; Shannon and Huntur from the doctor).
Cheers...
