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First off, I was a bad girl yesterday...*eyes her closet surreptitiously*. I got LOTS of cute clothes! I might post some pics later!
Also, how do you know you're a techie? (This is a true story)
So, this morning, i wake up to what sounds like "CLICKING". Like, say, the kind of clicking some hard drives make when they die?
My first response is "!@#$%^&*FUCKINGDAMMIT! I JUST REPLACED ONE!", and preparing to run a file recovery tool if I can.
It's only then that I realize that it's not a hard drive dying...in fact, it's not even coming from my room.

My one roommate (Bojan, for those who know...) broke out his electric guitar, and was strumming it without an amp.

I promptly crawled back into bed QUITE sheepisly, and with a resolve to close my door before i go to sleep.

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So, myparents seem to have seen fit to deem me not worthy of using my tuititon accout program...and tutition comes due on AUGUST 5! They told me of their devious plan on Thursday evening, which means that i've got to get this straightened out immediately.
I can't decide wether I want to scream, or cry. I've been doing both over the past few days...all over what's happened. My parents forced me to drop down to 9 credits, never minding that one of the reasons that I did poorly last semester was because I was skipping class due to crying on Mel's shoulder over my folks and how they were treating me. They just...i don't know what they just.
They just. That's all I can say.
i'm going back to getting a shower...
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So, i'm beginning to not like work.
Not because of the customers...they're the same as everywhere else. Annoying, but tolerable.
not the location...it's about 10 mins from my apartment.
Not the pay...even though it does suck.
not my boss...he's a real nice guy. Little bizarre at times, and can't keep everybodies name straight, but he's really nice.
it's my coworkers.
two, specifically.
See, i'm out at work. They know i'm trans, and they know i'm pan/bi.
And it seems to be a big joke for them.
like today. A girl came in asking about a job, and my nobody asked if she was 18. Later on, my boss and one of the two were talking, and they mentioned that they didn't look 18, and I asked if they meant the girl, and the kid said 'yeah, the girl. The REAL girl.'
thanks. Thanks a lot.

EDIT: knucklehead #1 said that he'd knock it off. Now to work on knucklehead #2.
six 'a one...

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So, I saw a girl looking back at me from the mirror this morning...
That's not TOO unusual anymore, but what made it unusual was that I was in my andro work clothes.
I guess I better start talking about presentation to my boss...
On a brighter note, I got a back check from my old job at Bath and Body works...175 to me!
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These thoughts just hit me today. They are all utterly true.
you've been working at a computer store too long when:
You know the number to activate Windows XP (1-888-571-2048) by heart, and can recite the IVR instructions from memory,
You know exactly how much a wipe and reload, plus drivers and data transfer costs: 249.10, with tax,
When you start to answer your cell with the company's name,
and when you know how to speak perfect technical gibberish to explain why a customer's computer isn't finished yet.

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