testing 1, 2, 3…. syphilis… syphilis…

Stewie: Yea and God said to Abraham, “you will kill your son, Isaac”, and Abraham said, I can’t hear you, you’ll have to speak into the microphone.” “Oh I’m sorry, Is this better? Check, check, check… Jerry, pull the high end out, I’m still getting some hiss back here.”

To sum up… shit is broke. We’ve been doing test after test after test after test after, did I mention, test, emails today. They’re getting more and more crude each time I have to send another one. I didn’t even bother to explain the syphilis one.

On the one hand I am SWAMPED with requests from people who I can get emails from, namely the one chick in the office today answering the support telephone, transposing messages to email, and sending them to me. GREAT.

I was checking this stuff until 11pm last night. I was up at 8am raising the alarm again and getting other people involved in the testing. I’d rather just ASSUME nobody needed our help in the past 24-hours, that it’s just a fluke… but I doubt it.

As a result, I am a greasy, unshowered, no-bra wearing freak who has been marinating in this chair for too long answering the phone, answering AIM’s from work folks who can’t email me, answering emails from people who can somehow mysteriously email me, and yet somehow keeping up with LJ because I’ve got three freaking computers — one for EACH JOB I’m supposed to be doing today — going side by side so I DON’T MISS A THING!?!?! Can you say overstimulated? Even without coffee… mmm coffee…. I have a sinus headache going like a freight train right now.

MUST walk away from the computer now. MUST… oh jeez. There’s a sandwich in the fridge for me. It’s fricking 2:40. Walk away.. eat lunch. make coffee. Chill the fuck out.

/end rant