Macs, Biaxin, and An Argyle Sweater, not in that order
I don't mean to be a Consumo Von Consumerson the Third here, but I would really like to own this Argyle Cardigan. Before I started this new 8-5 office job, I was thinking that I'd be all like this formal but kind of funky dresser at the office, but as a significant chunk of my wardrobe is clothing that barely even qualifies as clothing anymore, and the rest is either grad student clothes or a bland mishmash of office-y shirts and pants, this has been difficult to achieve. I also don't want to spend too much time or thought on my clothes. Or money.
So. That might not really work out, then. That is, unless I can get my hands on that kickass sweater.
On to the Biaxin.
Two days ago I would have sworn up and down to you that all I wanted was to get some damn antibiotics to get rid of the band of mucus around my throat and the headaches and sniffles, but Biaxin sucks. For five years I worked at a pharmacy where the pharmacist would tell people that about 50% of the people who take Biaxin get a funny metallic taste in their mouths from it, but I had never experienced it until now. YUCK. Five days of sucking on Lifesavers and Certs and chewing gum so much that my tooth sockets get sore, here I come. Can you get diabetes in five days?
On to Macs.
You know how mice can be trained to run through mazes, and how once a mouse has done a partciular maze many times, the course seems to become natural and rote? Well, my PC-trained self has run my little snout into so many of these damn walls. Not only am I trying to get Microsoft Word to use Avery Label templates, a trying task in any situation, I'm doing it on an operating system that keeps going about everything in a sleeeiiightly different way.
Also, while I'm willing to admit that Macs are 94% superior on every possible rubric, there is the issue of the single-button mouse. Not only does this preclude playing Minesweeper, in my opinion it represents a terrible lack of foresight regarding my clicking needs.
So. That might not really work out, then. That is, unless I can get my hands on that kickass sweater.
On to the Biaxin.
Two days ago I would have sworn up and down to you that all I wanted was to get some damn antibiotics to get rid of the band of mucus around my throat and the headaches and sniffles, but Biaxin sucks. For five years I worked at a pharmacy where the pharmacist would tell people that about 50% of the people who take Biaxin get a funny metallic taste in their mouths from it, but I had never experienced it until now. YUCK. Five days of sucking on Lifesavers and Certs and chewing gum so much that my tooth sockets get sore, here I come. Can you get diabetes in five days?
On to Macs.
You know how mice can be trained to run through mazes, and how once a mouse has done a partciular maze many times, the course seems to become natural and rote? Well, my PC-trained self has run my little snout into so many of these damn walls. Not only am I trying to get Microsoft Word to use Avery Label templates, a trying task in any situation, I'm doing it on an operating system that keeps going about everything in a sleeeiiightly different way.
Also, while I'm willing to admit that Macs are 94% superior on every possible rubric, there is the issue of the single-button mouse. Not only does this preclude playing Minesweeper, in my opinion it represents a terrible lack of foresight regarding my clicking needs.
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