Friday, August 19, 2005

Why does it say paper jam when there is no paper jam?

So, last night I came home to find out that we could no longer log in to our voice mail. Huh.

Husband suggested 611, the quicky number to get technical support.

After some navigating around menu's, got to a human.

For the purposes of this conversation, I am replacing my first name with Darth, and my last name with Snoopy.

"Hello Mrs. Snoopy. May I call you Darth?"

I said, "Yes of course." with a smile in my voice.

"How can I help you?"

"Well," I said, "my password seems to have been changed out from under me."

"Ah, yes, we upgraded our software. You have these new features...", and she rolled off some of them. "Your new password is the last 4 digits of your phone number." [The first of the last 4 digits starts with 6.]

"You know, I tried to guess at it. I tried to think what you guys might have defaulted it to if you'd sent it back to the 'starting' password. '1111#'.... damn! '1112#'.... damn!"

She and I both laughed, and she said "I bet you would have been pretty upset by the time you reached it!"

I laughed some more and said I'd have probably have lost my temper somewhere closer to 3000, not 6000! :)

And now we have voice mail again. And yes, I was thinking of that Family Guy episode where Stewie doesn't know the home phone number, and tries to type it using a systematic search algorithm.... "111-1111.... Lois? Damn! 111-1112.... Lois? Damn!" :)

Today, I decided that if I was to re-dye my hair tonight, I'd better do it before we walked the dogs and my hair got all sweaty. My hair had been very recently washed, and was thoroughly dry... it was as primed as it would ever be for dyeing. And I'd been trying to find time to dye it for several days... [Red, if you must know. :) ]

I wanted to get home from the walk before Battlestar Galactica came on... I'm addicted to that show! And I was under the mistaken impression that it was on at 9pm when in fact on Friday's it's on at 10pm.

So at 6:50pm, I'm in rather a rush to prepare the chemicals. I had a box of 2RR, and 5RR. The 2RR is almost pinkish, and very pretty. The 5RR takes no prisoners. But lately I'd been in a 2RR kindof mood. I donned the gloves, spread out the instructions, put the conditioner for after rinsing into the shower, opened the bottle that you shake the stuff in, then opened the color chemical that goes into the bottle and mixes with the bottle's contents to become activated.

Poured it all in. Hmmm... it's white. And the bottle's contents aren't changing color...

Read the "color" tube. Crap. I just mixed the activator with the conditioner!

So tonight became a 5RR night instead. :)

And I walked my poor husband and our two dogs at a rather rapid pace to make it home in time for Battlestar Galactica, when in fact I had an hour more time than I had thought. :P

[Why didn't I cancel the dog walk? I'm on a diet/exercise regimen, and damnit, I'm going to lose this weight.]

Ah, well. No sense crying over unmixed hair color and activator. :)

And the fast paced walk probably did us all some good. Although I think I owe my husband ALOT for the patience he displayed when I was in a hurry to make it home for a tv show! As it was, we made it home 15 minutes ahead of 9pm... or 1 hour 15 minutes ahead of when BG was really on. :)


nancy =) said...

funny stuff...but at least you accomplished everything you had planned to...ciao!!

Anne Arkham said...

I've never been able to figure out the paper jam thing. Hacking, I can do. Printing even one document....that's a different story.

Sith Snoopy said...

It's a quote from the movie Office Space. But you probably knew that. :)