So far today:
1. Woke up ridiculously early because of nightmares. Four successive nightmares to be exact. Ugh!
2. Left home without my wallet. I realized it was missing when I reached for it to pay the morning cab to work. No money in my handbag, no cash card to get money from the nearest ATM. Thankfully, my besty was already at work and came to my rescue with a 10 euro bill. *hugs bff*
3. My network account expired. Spent two hours surfing on my tablet, waiting for renewal. Battery levels went down, which leads me to:
4. New tiny charger caught FIRE while charging my Galaxy Tab 2. Judging from the soot, there were flames. FLAMES people! My tablet is alright, but it was too close for comfort. Also, burnt fuse means no power means no work until they fix it. Productive day so far, right?
5. Tablet I was setting up with Google Play, refuses to boot. I rebooted twice after the installation and then shut it down to conserve battery without setting my friend's account 'cause I didn't have his pass. Half an hour later, damn thing won't boot. *pulls hair*

I give up. Can I go home and hide under the covers? :/

This will make you laugh.

There is a good chance I lost what little was left of my mind. A few weeks ago, I signed up for junior moderator in omniacs.net (Greek forum for Samsung Omnia phones). Last week I was supposed to chat with the administrator for a crash course on my duties as general watchdog/hellhound but we haven't been able to get around to it yet. So I'm surfing around the forum, making vague, polite, semi-threatening comments to keep people in line, brandishing my new status as a weapon and peeing my panties laughing when they comply 'cause they think I know how to delete their posts or ban them! (OK, so I'm not that clueless as to not know how to delete/lock/freeze posts or threads, or warn/ban people without someone showing me; it's the etiquette, the when to do it.)

Thing is, even though currently I'm just fast-forwarding through sub-forums, I'm already behind on checking new posts! Like 5 whole pages in less than a day! How the hell will I keep up with the full load?! *headesks*

Also, it appears that I'm signing up for mini_nanowrimo this year. *squirms in seat* I've only joined the comm so far and I have yet to make my word count claim, but I'm pretty sure that it's a matter of days before I commit.

Meep?!

this morning: first swim for this year. well, actually, first swim in three years. or is that four? *ponders* oh well, i confuse them with how many since i last had sex, so... *shrug*
not sunburned so yey for choosing the right sunblock cream.

below, a picture of me mom looking spiffy in her sea-blue bikini. i look like a whale, so no, no photo of me. =P

::breathes in paperbag::

Yes, from the job I want. Tomorrow, five thirty, in the other side of town from work I'll have to convince someone that I qualify for an Internet Help Desk/Call Center job. Yes slymole, I know I'm overqualified for the job. Bite me. =P

::flails::

OMG, what do I wear for an interview? What will I say?! Last time I had an interview was four and a half years ago, inside the same company which meant I'd still have a job if boss S. didn't find me adequate.

::inhales shakily::

Oh, speaking of boss S.; he still doesn't know I intent to quit. I've been trying to find a way to tell him since Friday, but my diplomacy skills suck big time. Tomorrow morning he's expecting me to give him a status report on my tasks/chores. I'll have to tell him how much I've fucked up since end of May, that I've had it and I want out and oh, by the way, I'm leaving on time, if not a bit early today because I have an appointment I can't miss or re-schedule. He's going to blow his lid off.

Last day of the month, it's 16:30, I have a shitload of requisitions I'm supposed to submit today (system is real-time, damn) and what am I doing? I'm capturing SG-1 commentaries from AOL. If they fire my ass, it will be totally justified. *handwave*

At seven thirty, I have the last appointment for July with my dietician. He's taking August off. All of August. Lucky bastard. I guess this is as good a time as any to say:

'YES, YES I'VE LOST 5.3 KILOS IN A MONTH!'

Ahem.

The rant about Vox is still half-written and will remain so until I'll have a chance to take a closer look at the service, try to post, etc. Which means don't hold your breath, it won't be until the end of the week, when grandma's move will be over.

Nothing else comes to mind except, 4 days until downtime! Yeshh!