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July 22, 2000 |
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Yesterday, I was finally able to return that infernal USB/serial adapter.
Not that it is really that bad of a gadget, but it has been a
thorn in my side for a few days, and it caused my machine to crash a few
times. Which normally I wouldn't consider to be that tragic, but one I
lost about an hour of work. I was pretty pissed.
I wandered into the CompUSA, on time this time, and asked them to give me a
refund. They did, of course, since they understand how tough it is to
configure several pieces of hardware into computers anymore. Since I work
in the computer industry, people often ask me why it is that some hardware
doesn't work together. Think of it this way, let's say get a desk and a
bed for your bedroom. Either one will fit in perfectly fine. However,
this particular bed and this particular desk will not fit in this
particular room. It is simply the way things work, so you end up changing
one of the three options. This is similar to the way things work with
computers.
Pam and I had dinner on the Eastside yesterday. I suggested going to Tony Romas and she agreed. Tony's is a good rib place, not as adventurous as some, but the restaurant is presentable and the food is certainly good. Pam had a lemon drop, since it is her favorite martini, and quite possibly her favorite drink. I stick with my handy Coke, which I'm sure she'll be asking for sips of later.
The service was good, attentive and courteous. However, for the second time in a row, they forgot our appetizers. We had ordered the chicken wings for appetizers and we had to remind them during our dinner. To their credit, they did give them to us for free. To be honest, I never really saw the point of this, even when I was waiting on tables, but they again, I made few mistakes as a waiter. Okay, that's not true, I made few mistakes this big as a waiter.
We simply went back to her place after that, it was a lazy night.
I woke rather late today, I use the weekends to catch up on sleep and today was no exception. Pam was getting a little panicky about her entire living situation. I understand that no one place is perfect, however, we had looked at easily half a dozen places, and although she had eliminated about two of them immediately, the rest were definite maybe's. Today, she wanted to revisit one of those maybes.
The place was very nice. Frankly, I was a little shocked about the price, but then again, most places were running this high in the Seattle area. I had purchased a condo a number of years back and haven't thought about it since. They still had many vacant units and were able to show us two different floorplans. They were both 2 bedroom/2 bath floorplans but were configured significantly differently. We asked all the standard questions about parking, dry cleaning services, additional storage, and most importantly high speed internet access (okay, I asked about that one). She took measurements and wrote them down. She jotted down name of the woman we talked to.
I remembered most of the details, although many people accuse me that my memory is a bit too sharp. I'm not sure how to interpret that.
We had lunch at Dead Robin, a bit of a non memorable lunch, although I'm sure she ordered a Bleu Ribbon burger because that's what she always orders. We discussed some of the options for the places where she could be living. There was the apartment complex we just revisited or she could conceivably get a condo. There was a condo complex that she seemed to like quite a bit. We decided to drive by after this.
We drove by it and looked around a bit. The only problem was that she didn't know for sure where she would be six months from now, since she still hated her job and she was looking to move. One of the jobs, she's interviewing for is in this side of town, so at least that's promising, but she had decided that for now, it would have to be an apartment. I certainly couldn't debate that logic.
Still, she was curious about the potential commute if she were to get that job, so I showed her what it would be like. It wasn't that bad really, but maybe five miles. Then again I enjoy driving.
We went back to her place after that.
We stayed in and watched television. We were watching some show where they were enumerating the top ten spa's in the world. I cannot make this up. We did get hungry during the night and ended up ordering pizza. I like pizza, or more specifically I like regular pizza, the kind of pizza that you get as a kid. I don't like snotty adult pizza. Here's a metric, if it has artichoke hearts in it, it is snotty pizza. We did order from a snotty pizza place, Pagliaci's, but at least we didn't order snotty pizza.
We discussed the possibilities of going to some of these spas. One of them, the one that Pam was most interested in was in Maui. I've never been to Maui, and I don't object to the idea of going. I just don't know about the idea of spending four figures a day on a spa. Also, I you might imagine, the idea of going to a spa triggers my snottiness reflex. It something about the idea of being attended to hand and foot.
July 22, 2000