Friday! I thought I'd never make it

This is precisely why I have very little respect for what passes as modern art: Art gallery loses its head, displays plinth. When a museum curator cannot tell the difference between artwork and the pedestal on which artwork stands, it does not reflect well on what is acceptable as artistic contributions to culture.

PSA: It is not appropriate to use attempts at guilt and coersion to make me eat chocolate. I did not ask you to purchase that chocolate for me and I do not appreciate the fact that you are trying to make me feel bad for not eating it. When I suggest that you put the chocolate across the hall for others to enjoy, do not tell me that is an undesirable solution for you because you don't want people you don't like eating the chocolate you purchased. Your attitude is quickly removing you from my good graces. Cease immediately or risk my displeasure.

( Fives )

I just realized today is the deadline for something I have to submit at work today. Ha ha. Oops. Guess I better get on that.

You know when it hurts so bad you laugh?

Laughing! Ha! Ha ha!

Yesterday morning I started revising the department's handbook for Graduate Students. The Graduate Director made some corrections and emailed me his updated version in Outlook. I opened his attachment and started making corrections of my own. I spent about six hours writing and correcting outdated information. Like a good little computer user, of course I saved every ten minutes or so.

This afternoon when I tried to work on it some more, Word brought up the old, unrevised version. "Oops," I thought. "I must have forgotten to save it to the correct folder." No problem, right? I just went back to his email, opened the attachment, and went to File-->Save As to see what was the default folder for saving things from Outlook. It was in a little folder with the path C:\Documents and Settings\lash\Local Settings\Temporary Internet Files\OLK44. I went to Windows Explorer. No such folder. I did a search. No such folder. I called the Help Desk. She was flummoxed. She said she'd call me back. About five minutes later, "I have bad news for you." Apparently, that folder doesn't really exist. Or, rather, it does, but not even administrators can access it. My file? Gone. As if it had never been saved at all.

Excuse my language, but WHAT THE GODDAMED FUCKING HELL are those SHIT EATING PINHEAD FUCKWADS hired as Microsoft programmers smoking? I'd really like to know so I could SODOMIZE THEIR WRETCHED PUCKERED ASSHOLES with it. Along with my heavily-latex-gloved fist. Seriously. I am so very, very angry.

If anyone wants to speak up for Microsoft right now? Don't even fucking try. I am not in the mood for jokes. I am looking at you, arian1. Seriously. No jokes. I will accept suggestions for retrieving the file or words of consolation. Anything else will get deleted from the comments. Not joking. I am Not In The Mood.

It's a really good thing I'm only here for another fifteen minutes. I don't think I'd make it until 5:00.