Ze corned beef does not run away from ze cabbage!

Ahh, another day in the Life of Brian.

Work is work, and I haven't heard back from Staples yet. I'll give them until Monday, then I call them up. Aside from the usual morons I deal with, I had one exceptional gem. This wasn't stupidity--it was an honest mistake. For those who have seen me recently, I have long hair now--when properly brushed and tame, it reaches my shoulders. I've been putting it in a ponytail for a while now...this leads to some customers who are looking at me from behind wishing to get my attention to address me as "ma'am."

So, it happened again yesterday, and when I turned my head and she saw that I was indeed quite male (I think the beard stubble may have given it away), she was so beside herself with embarassment that she nearly cried right there in front of me. She "felt like such a stupid ass," to quote her, and her eyes began to water. I told her not to cry--she's not the first person to do that, and she certainly won't be the last. All she wanted to do was to borrow a pen. So she did, 20 minutes later, returned it, and apologized to me once more.

My DDR game finally arrived on Thursday, and I left negative feedback. It should not have taken 3 weeks. So, April and I broke out my pads (finally) and proceeded to DDR...only for the neighbor above me to put an end to that, complaining that stuff is moving. That's not the first time she's complained about stuff...she's complained several times about my music being too loud...it's gotten to the point where I can't have that above a level that I can barely hear. It's almost like I'm living below my former jackasshole roomie, Kaz, from MCLA. I thought that since there's no one below me, we can DDR. Apparently not. It does get annoying, though--it seems like we have to always consider everyone else's feelings. No one else seems to give a shit about April's or mine around here, or so it seems. We don't get to enjoy fun too often--April and I are either at work or school most of the time, and leisure only makes its way in there on rare occasion. Finally, we have something we can do for fun--and someone objects. I long to own my own house, where we can do whatever the fuck we want without disturbing anyone. Hell, I'm surprised the woman above me hasn't come down and complained about the noise we make during sex. All is not lost, though--there is a fitness center on the complex with a TV. Not many use it, particularly in the evening, when it's almost always empty. There's a TV in there--I'm thinking of hooking my PS2 up there and DDRing. Hey, it's exercise.

In other news, going to Cape Cod from October 14-16 to see my family and their new house. I'm looking forward to it. Also, two of my beloved electronic gadgets have died or is dying...my CD player has officially died. I came back from NP on Wednesday, and as I was walking toward the apartment, it fell to the pavement, the first time it fell out of my hands--and it cracked the lens. Game over. Also, my laptop (yes, THAT one--the ancient, 8 year old, 9,000-lb coaster) is officially dying. I turned it on for the first time in a month or so, and I got the IBM Thinkpad setup screen screaming ERROR. Didn't even boot Windows. Upon running a check, I find that the internal battery is dead (which controls the clock, date, and other small non-essential settings), and that the CPU fan is busted--so I risk frying my system when I turn it on. In the one instance where I could get onto Windows, I quickly copied everything I deemed important onto my memory stick.

All righty, time to pay rent and go to work. Joyous. I hope the Red Sox win again!