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Today was not a good day. Over the weekend, I installed a Jaguar (Mac OS X v10.2) pre-release on my iBook, so that I might better write about it. (It's been installed for a month or two on a G4 cube in our house, but, well, that's not my writing machine. And it (or, more likely, the combination of it and its monitor) has some frustrating video problems.) While some things still work, some important bits to my applicaton work (like a local MySQL server, good for holding test data) broke. Enh. I can work around it, but the workarounds involve waiting for the IT guys at HMS to do stuff. Well, I put the requests in. They do a good job, but the reason I prefer developing everything locally is that I never have to wait for anything. OTOH, it also means I can break stuff irrevocably, because I'm only pretending to be a sysadmin.

Oh well. I stand by my decision. It is easier to write about the OS when it's here in front of my face, at least.

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In other news, I am still broke, which is unspeakably frustrating. It leads me to think uncharacteristically snotty things, such as: Apparently when I asked the teller on Friday when the paycheck's funds would be available, and he said "Monday", there was an implied "Not" that I missed. Seriously, this (excaberated by the humid heat) had my blood boiling, on my walk home. Good thing there was some ice cream left, once I arrived. Fsssssss.

What makes me super-sad is the fact that I worked through the weekend without a care about my financial situation because the end was in sight. Now, although rationally I know that the dumb check's bound to clear very soon, it still means that my situation's fallen back into a undefined state of flux and mystery. Dude, that totally sucks. I am now shuddering with dreadful thoughts of my paying the bank a visit tomorrow to ask them again, and having the teller go "?" at me. I have no idea where that bloody receipt from my Friday deposit is. Who keeps those? Round and round. Arrrrgh.

It's not all bad: this morning Noah loaned me (without my even asking) four dollars so I could afford the subway and a mugga Diesel dark. That was very nice. (Also, I packed myself a lunch for the first time in my adult life. Pretty good, actually: peanut butter sammich and an applesauce. Left the spoon at work, though.) I would like to stop being a charity case case now, please, Captain Universe. Please aim your Eternity Beam at my job to make it work like it's supposed to. Thank you. Your loyal servant, J.