I came in all charged up and ready to rock this morning. Mrs. NFB's computer was having fits so I spent the last two days doing a rebuild on it. Last night I finished the software load and got it all ready and somehow that got me fired up about getting work done when I got up in the morning.
I had one project that HAD to be done this morning. It's nothing major, just some crap to do. But, I get to work, get tackled by the biggest talker in the place right off, have to fix what he's bitching about while he's standing behind me buzzing in my ear like a pesky gnat, get the same story from him four times in the span of fifteen minutes, get tackled by the boss on the SAME subject right after finishing dealing with the babbler, then find out we have some outside salesman coming in, stealing a coworker's office, and we need to give him access to our network and data, for no reason I understand in any way, shape, or form.
Result? I seem to have lost my ambition. Completely.
I really wish the boss hadn't shown me that little laptop yesterday. Now my mind is wavering on whether I want an iPod Touch, or one of those little things they call a netbook. If only Apple made something like the Touch with a nine inch screen and a keyboard. Mmmm. But, knowing Apple, they probably believe the Air is the netbook answer for their company. Because inexpensive is just plain stupid!
The new Dell creature is available with a custom Ubuntu load, and if I didn't like that, it'd be a quick switch to one of the distros I actually use. Hmm. I have about a month to figure it out before my planned "technology upgrade" for the year, so we'll just have to see.
Maybe I'll just blow it on guitar shit or more chrome for the bike?
I shared the lane at a stop light with a guy on a full-dress Harley this morning in deep metallic blue. Seriously nice looking bike. I said as much. He said thanks and that he dug the stripped down look of mine too.
When was the last time you shared pleasantries at a stoplight with someone in the next car over?
One of the Harley riders at work parked his big-ass pickup next to me to go to the fitness center while I was gearing up in the parking lot last night. He said, "boy, it sure is a lot nicer this afternoon than it was this morning."
"Yeah, well, you put up with a little chill in the morning so that you get to roll home in this gorgeous afternoon weather. Right?"
"Not me man. I'm too old to be riding cold."
I suppose I should get this stupid project done. Laterz.
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