A Black Feather, A poison pen... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- the darkness of sweet calamity Murphy having another laugh while forgetting the lube. A number of the customers to whom i distributed the documents that have been part and parcel of "the big task" i have been assigned to, can't open them as there is something corrupting the Word files in transit. It's not a virus, or anything, i've run four different checks, but as is typical, the minute i start feeling like i can catch my breath i find myslef scrambling for another new solution. I would have encoded the files as PDF documents, but i don't have the software at my terminal and the people who do weren't around to help me when this stuff needed to be distributed. two and a half working days pissed away by a bug in the system, my big solution --- a complete farce. So now, not safe in the one place in the universe where i am generally better than competent i should have stayed in bed, hell knows i wanted to woke up cold and aching and with no real will to anything besides maybe lie in the quiet shadows and read a book i retrace the steps that led me here 10:52 a.m. - 2002-12-11 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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