for the third time in as many visits, the same barista has asked, "do you always get a small?"

now, i tend to be a literalist as far as grammar goes [though admittedly, i'm prone to hyperbole for dramatic effect]. "always"? well, no. not always. usually? yes.

the first time she asked, i replied, "oh, it depends on my mood." which is true. the second time she asked [which frankly was a little unnerving, since she asked last time], i replied, "well, i seem to these days." also true. when she asked this morning [again, unnerving], i gave up completely and replied, "yes." lies, all lies.

mostly i'm amused. the poor girl just wants to make sure i'm sufficiently caffeinated. but part of me thinks, isn't it poor form to ask? three times? in a row?

mmmmm... d'orleans. yummy. 

go here. [meegs, you might particularly enjoy it]. it strikes a chord with me particularly due to past experience, but then, i'm trying to get over that [and myself].

at what point does relevancy become irrelevant?

i'm still at work. i've essentially rewired the entire phone system in my office. all for a measly credit card machine. note: phone splitters are the current bane of my existence.

i need a drink.

update: still didn't work as planned. i need a vacation.

i was just instructed to return a call to customer service and tell them i need to speak with a "relationship manager".

i'm tempted to ask if they do any personal freelance work on the side.

i'm disturbed that i'm on hold to what sounds like pseudo-porn music.

note to businesses worldwide: dead air is preferable to pretty much anything for putting your customers on hold.

update: current hold music is a sort of coltrane-meets-pink-panther vibe. but still a little porn-y.

update: drippage is fixed. aside from the faint smell of paint, you'd never even guess there had been a leak.

sometimes i think that if my landlords weren't so good, i might be paying off a mortgage by now, instead of renting.

so some lady just pulled out in front of me, from a side street, on my way home. couldn't believe it. did the whole brakes screeching, car swerving, horn honking bit. hello? i'm comin' towards ya in broad daylight on a main street, did you think i was going to stop for no reason?

i didn't even have time to swear, though numerous choice words certainly marched through my head at blazing speed. is it wrong that my first thought [if you don't count the string of expletives as a "thought"] after driving on was, "i wonder how much it would have taken to total my car..."