electronic document delivery, you are my bestest friend

Today I spent a total of 3 hours waiting. Good things came of all of this waiting, but as I am no longer working at the library, I have nothing to read. Two hours and forty minutes of these waiting instances were in person, and one was on the phone, which should count for about three days because on the phone you can't tell how close you are to being next, but then again I was able to play FreeCell and pretend that I didn't care if I didn't even know if there was an operator on duty at 10:45 on a freakin Saturday night, so maybe it's back down to counting fairly as 20 minutes.

What kind of shitty-ass company makes people work at 10:45 on a freakin Saturday night? And do I have a right to complain about this despite the fact that after about 2 years (no exaggerating) of needing to call this company and get this straightened out, I finally got the energy (from needing to procrasinate on cleaning my desk off) to make this call at 10:45pm, Aug. 23, 2003? This question will pester me for a while, I'm afraid.

The good things that came of all this other waiting were spiffy new license plates and some mind-blowing spinach artichoke dip.

In other news, I am now hearing lots of yelling coming from next door (a football game?) and a couple minutes ago there was a long string of explosions that I'm just assuming were fireworks, but could well have been an invasion.

I am thankful that I can joke about such things.