Sometimes I hate technology.
I apperently missed a call at 6pm. I was leaving work. I didn't miss a call, they were directly forwarded to my voice mail. And I don't know who it is. The first 5 seconds of the message are super choppy, and that's when this person was telling me their name. It became clear as a cowbell after this dude told me his name, and was going into “…although I haven't talked to you in at least two years. I was just seeing if your phone number still worked, and oh my god, it does!” and the message finishes off with “…well I'll try to give you a call later.” So… I have a message on my voice mail that states this guy I haven't talked to in at least two years, and he'll call me later. I have no name, and no call back number. Because my phone service is shitty, dialing 5 will only say “this message was received at 5:59pm from an outside caller” and my phone records show no inbound call. And now I'm all antsy because I want to know who the f*** called me and why, and what's up!
Club tonight was fun, small but fun. I went on the ride, and while I did walk bits of it, I did a fair amount of riding for me, even though I'm horribly out of shape and was in pain breathing. I may have landed myself the redesign gig for the club's website though, because the one now is buttugly and hasn't been touched in about 7 years, and the new person who took over, instead of redesigning it, went and got himself a wife instead. Seeing as how I don't have any wifely prospects, I'm the most logical candidate to redo the site. I already have big big plans for it, which include loads of pictures, mainly the ones I've taken.
I seriously need to find a good set of rechargable battaries. It's utterly insane that I could have fully charged the battaries my camera came with last week, left them in my camera but not taken any pictures, then last night turn it on, and it automatically shut it self off because the battaries were “dead” How embarassing is it to be in an art gallery opening full of photographers with my dinky little point & shoot digital camera with DEAD BATTARIES?!? BAH! But my time at elevator isn't done yet. I should be going over on Saturday to pick up my frames finally. I've had promises that they're awsome. And while at the opening last night, I was told that I was a good girl the night before with cutting the mattes and foamcore, that everything I did was right and it fit and was perfect, a shocking and surprising thing to have happened since that cutter apperently sucks. But I worked it good. It just needs to be stroked softly in a counterclockwise motion. And a bit of anal retentitiveness doesn't hurt either with checking the marks. So I did good. Everyone was proud of me. Funnier still was conversing, and having someone say “What? You've been doing all this work here and you're not getting paid?!?” Hahaha. My reply: “Well, I gotta pay for those frames somehow!”
Anyways, I gotta go throw down some general layout ideas of the redesign. I just never know how to word things.
