Macky = The Man

So, in a desperate attempt to avoid having to complete a complicated process of uploading, transferring and printing, I tried hooking up Macky to my printer, which supposedly won't work unless the proper software is uploaded. The software, by the way, is in Michigan.

Macky, ever so amazing, sent me a message, more or less, saying "Hey, I'm sensing a printer? You want me to use it or something?"

I replied, "Yes, Macky. I want you to print about twenty-five pages."

Macky said "Sure thing." He did as he promised without a single paper jam. Joy to Macky!

I love it when things work.

I should get my new DSL modem tomorrow. Which is good. Because only when I'm denied my ability to get online do I actually realize how much time I spend on line. I literally can't go twenty minutes without thinking about something I want to check/read/find online.

Today was pretty low key. I went grocery shopping. Which was good, cause soon I'd be reduced to eating paper.

I finished a book and watched the German movie "The Princess and the Warrior." (So-so, in my opinion)

I was rather upset at work yesterday. My manager mentioned a week ago that I might be working a little more in the next week or so. I figured no biggie. I figured I'd be working four times a week instead of two or three.

I figured wrong.

I'm scheduled to work Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday.

One day off! One! Do I look like a robot?

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My feet would never forgive me. On the plus side, unless I want to miss my flight back to Michigan, I'm going to have to cancel on the last friday, as my flight takes off 10 minutes before I'm supposed to report to work. When I go in this Friday (The first day of suffering), I'm going to start making the calls to the other cafe employees in the hopes that someone will take pity on me and be willing to pick up at least the last shift.