Damn you Apple!

My Ipod decided to give me an early birthday present by turning itself into a $300+ paperweight that enjoys playing 1 song of Shania Twain and 1 song of bad European techno.  

I truly HEART my ipod.  But its also a bastard cousin of Apple Ipod because dare I say, I purchased the HP Ipod because it was on sale.  And of course Apple will not service this evil Ipod because its parents (HP) did not play nicely with the Apple Empire and the Apple Empire said SCREW YOU HP IPOD I LAUGH AT YOUR CRAPPY CLICK WHEEL FAILURE.

I’ve protected this baby since day one.  But apparently all the love in the world couldn’t save it from the elements during the Seattle 1/2 Marathon.  I really can’t imagine why it didn’t enjoy copious amounts of moisture entering its electronic veins. . . I remember the volume starting to fail around mile 10 and then a strong attempt at making me deaf with Whitney Houston and then skipping through my beloved AC/DC. 

For a small fee, that is similar to the down payment of a home, or my left ovary, Apple *might* fix my Ipod. Or I can ship it to one of the many online ipod repair places that will probably fill my ipod with 30 gig of porn and Pubjabi techno. 

Well screw you Apple.  For $300+ an electronic device should whip me up some pancakes and provide free psychological help.   Thus, I’m buying a cheaper and cuter mp3 player that has an FM Tuner and a expansion slot.  Oooh sexy.

My head hurts and I have to go sit through my bi-weekly sales meeting from hell where we discuss the inner workings of excel documents and other completely worthless topics.  Since I feel like complete crap right now this should be a “wonderful” meeting. 

At this rate I’ll be calling in sick on my birthday, only I’ll actually be sick.  Could be worse right?   Spending my birthday in sweats and watching Discovery Health Channel.

 Someone asked why I didn’t renew my license online. The simple answer is that my old picture makes me look like i’m on steroids, looks nothing like me, and was during a bad hair coloring phase where I attempted to go back to my natural color but instead I look like I dyed my hair with a Sharpie.  Last time I was in Cali I had to show my Costco ID and University ID (in which I was 18 in the picture!!) to get into a bar because they didn’t trust my drivers license photo.  LAME.  Needless to say, I need a new photo!

Monday Grrs. . .

In my infinite wisdom I decided to brave the Seattle Metro DMV during lunch.  I knew better than to do this, I knew I was setting myself up for something that would leave me feeling absolutely crazy, but since my boss and two of my coworkers were out of the office I thought I would give this DMV office a shot.

Stupid stupid stupid stupid!

11:30 Check DMV wait time online.  DMV website says 20 minutes.  I leave the office

11:45 While driving to the DMV my father tells me that the website now says 40 minute wait time.  Awesome!

11:47 Enter 7th Circle of Hell  – Now Servicing # 588

11:50 I am sitting next to a kid listening to Punjabi techno.  He is using his headphones but I can hear everything clearly.  He has to be going deaf.

11:53 Why are there only 2 people working during the lunch hour?

11:57 This was such a bad idea

12pm Why are they still on #588

12:10 Lady gets angry and demands to know why she has to sit in line to get her license renewed.  I debate smacking her for being stupid

12:15 My Punjabi techno friend makes new friends with two Indian men who start talking to him in . . .well. . .Punjabi.  My little Anglo Saxon friend has to explain to his new Indian friends that he doesn’t speak Punjabi.  (Because no one saw that one coming) They tell him he has an excellent taste in music.  I debate smashing the ipod into little bits

12:20 Now servicing #589.  I start wondering why they have a poster of the “Life cycle of a Salmon” next to a poster showing “The Many Faces of Meth”

12:23 I wonder how many people in here are on meth. . .

12:27 Screw this. . .

So in the little over 30 minutes I spent inside the DMV they helped two people.  They were still helping person #2 when I left.  My number was 615. 

So now the debate is how I will get my license renewed before it expires in two days.  I’m seriously contemplating driving with an expired license until I can get home for Christmas. 

My other Monday morning GRR is for my boss.  I had Easy Mac for lunch (hey, its easy) and I left the mug I used filled with water to help soften the nasty cheese.  I do this every day, and then I come back and wash out the mug and put it in the dishwasher.  So my boss sees my offensive mug in the sink, doesn’t realize the mug is mine, and launches into a huge speech about how he “UNLOADED THE DISHWASHER” and “PUT CUPS AWAY” and “WHY ISN’T THAT MUG IN THE DISHWASHER”  When he was done with his rant I went and put my mug away. . .grr.  

I load and unload the dishwasher practically every day.  I also wipe down the counters and microwave almost every day because I work wish people who think I want to see pieces of their lunch mixed with splattered coffee.  The last thing I want to hear is about how my boss unloaded the dishwasher for the first time in months.  GRR

I had a fabulous weekend though! I shall focus on my weekend. . .