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I want your meds.
I think I'm going to be OK. Parts of me toys with the notion that I'm fucking cool.I thought I was in trouble for taking an extra hour this morning on the display that we put together, way before the stores open. My part only took about fifteen minutes extra, but since we ran late, we were caught in traffic and the whole crew clocked out late.I just got a call from the boss (John, not Jim) to thank me for stuff and to tell me not to worry about the "sup' who gave us all grief this morning. He also asked me if I could show him what I did to fix the display that did not work.These "New Releases" displays have a small chip based computer (it's like four flash drives together, no hard drive at all) inside running WinXP. It controls an MP3 player (built in), an external touchscreen monitor for demonstration of the CDs, an external keyboard, a wireless "ether"link and an Adobe based ordering system (both built in) for creation of an online account on the spot to download the New Releases to an MP3 player.We get a new (old) BlackBox computer with each new display, loaded with the new shit that matches all the signage and we send back the old one to be re-programmed. They are the size of two cigarette packs side by side, with only a USB port and a DC voltage input on the side.We got one this morning that had some of the meta data mixed up and the clever touch screen stuff had become corrupt. I was able to pull it back out and hook it to a demo desktop machine they had on display, log in to the company network, download the meta-data from the source, re-boot to the box itself, flash the meta-data in to the box and fix this display unit. I got it up and running in just over an hour, instead of having to send it back for a replacement and have the store go all day without their KEWL display shit.I panicked when I saw it was the bosses number on my phone, because I knew I was overstepping my "job description" by doing all that and accessing those channels, (which I only knew about because of my crossing over to the other department, recently) He made a bunch of fucking small talk and made me sweat like a bastard (!!!) before he got to the point of thanking me. (I was afraid I was going to be fired - over the fucking phone!))I'm thinking I'm going to be OK, even though we all had our asses chewed out by someone else this morning for taking too long.
I'm sick of waking up in the night.
Quote from: Gus on March 19, 2008, 08:47:27 PMI want your meds.It's just benzos nothing special
I am so stupid.I don't deserve to live.
Mine make me drowsy and quiet down my brain enough to sleep for a few hours anyway
14:10 - Moarskrillex42: She said something about knowing why I wanted to move to Glasgow when she came in. She plopped down on my bed and told me to go ahead and open it for her.14:11 - Peter5930: So, she thought I was your lover and that I was sending you a box full of sex toys, and that you wanted to move to Glasgow to be with me?
i have to wait 3 weeks for mine to workprozac was meant to make me more alertdosulepin made me VERY drowsy
