I can finally report that I have my new iPod photo thingy all up and running at last. A successful installation turned out to be a matter of which documentation was to be ignored. The paper docs assured me I should have the iPod connected while installing the software, and this resulted in endless re-formatting and general frustration. It got so bad I actually used the Help. Of course Help was no help, and it further cemented my previous dubious opinion toward Help. Just as I was about to kick my infernal device through the uprights, I noticed a little sticker on the outside CD plastic I had thrown aside with all the other unnecessary packaging. It read, in small print, "install software first."
Now I am carting around my overpriced little gadget and getting to hear:
- why'd you spend that much on an iPod- I have a buddy that could have got you one for $300,"
- "what cheap plastic- why didn't you get the Shuffle- I'm all about weight savings, and it's not going to get scratched!" and last-
- "white is stupid. why'd you get white."
Here's a little tip- when your friend drops a whack of cash on something- you say Huzzah!! and wait until their back is turned to whine about the dimensions.
In other news, a new mandate has come down at work stating no more MSN Messenger. Apparently Microsoft thinks it's appropriate to claim ownership and intellectual property rights over anything communicated over its service. Naturally, the business wants to eliminate that outrageous level of legal exposure. So as of next week, there will be a whole new Lotus product I can learn to love to hate.
Did I mention that I've been sitting on a whole new unpaid traffic ticket? This morning, Linda pulled a page out of Jen's book- I was told, "if you sign your name on that cheque, I will put it in the envelope, address, stamp and mail it to the parking police." Yaaay! So this ticket won't end up costing me $57 dollars in interest like the last one. This could have the side effect of sparing the MTO woman last year's dramatics on my part. "Whaaat??? I got a ticket??? I never saw that ticket!! How can you possibly charge all this interest on a traffic ticket I never got??" I don't even know what motivated this string of useless lies as I dug resentfully into my pockets (they only take cash...).
Last week, while rummaging around for my T4 slips for last year, I discovered I haven't filed my taxes since 2001. Whoa! I thought I was only 2 years behind. And there's a growing pile of notices telling me that I should file my taxes, I must file my taxes, and hey, we're not kidding, if you don't file your taxes, we're coming to get you... These notices aren't for my personal taxes, they're for my old business that was never properly shut down. Yesterday, I got this UPS notice about a registered letter waiting for me, and identified the postal outlet I could retrieve it from- I avoided that end of town for the rest of the night. Yech. All this trouble over money.
bah. filthy lucre.
