I've already started to post this twice, and both times managed to somehow or other delete it before hitting the submit key. Therefore, I am even more angry at having to type it a third time.
It started as a simple comment on how my crashed hard drive had cost me $275(goodbye, Glock mags) to restore, only to find out that my computer eats hard drives, and killed my new one, with all of the data on it. So, I don't dare put the old one back in either...
SO, now I also have to either restore or recreate all of the data on the new one, one is expensive, the other is anywhere from insanely time consuming(a week of my undivided attention) to impossible.
Also, I now HAVE to purchase a new, high end computer, as this one is dead meat (minus the RAM, CD-RW drive and power supply), bait for 55gr projectiles. Two dead hard drives is at least one too many.
Buying this new computer means kissing my Xbox, my Uzi .45 conversion, my SP1 upper, and my USP UTL goodbye, not to mention that in the meantime, as I have to grab computer time in bits and pieces on other people's computers, including at work, where I will be fired for being caught online; my website, MallNinja.com will languish from innattention, and eventually the hit counter will cease to move, while I try and scrape together the neccesary cash to get myself up and running.
Also, I will have to pay College tuition for the Winter quarter soon, so kiss all of the rest of any cash goodbye...not to mention having to cut back on work to make my grades, meaning less money during school!
Annnnnnnd, I will also have to buy another semi-reliable vehicle ASAP, on my own dime, as the guy who bought the lst one over 6 months ago paid half, and then (evidently) dropped off of the face of the planet...
And, in a poorly planned diplomatic manuver of my own, on the behalf of someone who shall remain unnamed, I now have a full box of ancient, partly worthless collectibles to list on eBay for a %10 fee. Just shoot me now.
Also, I will be attending this year's companywide Christmas Dinner party alone.
Again.
No comment.
Just a brief, horrifying glimpse into my laughable social life outside of work, here, and school, hovering somewhere between "Pariah" and "Non Existant", depending on the week.
And, my sweet little dog Mitzi needs her teeth cleaned, and I have no idea how I'm gonna pay for that, though I have to.
And there is no Mayonnaise in the house, so I can't even make a Tuna sandwich.
I feel like Imbrog|io.
Juggernaut