This is how I feel after trying the iPhone on display at the Orange Concept Store earlier today. So, there he was this guy who must’ve tried the device before me and was still logged on his FB account with the device I was testing. I have first updated his status for all his friends to see: “X is still logged on a device in an Orange shop and a complete stranger is messing with his account”. And then I logged him off. And I am now smiling.
I am looking for the phone number of a person. One of my last resorts was the text file I have saved and sent to myself a couple of times some time ago. Searching through my aggregated inbox, you see, not necessarily the best idea this aggregated inbox, I have learned that agenda is probably one of the most tired words in project management jargon: I have it in 453 messages.
First of all, I am getting a that new job. Almost like in Christmas getting it. It’s starting to dawn on me. Yeap. I’m getting it.
Secondly, my external WD harddisk, otherwise Apple ready mind you, has started to work! For no reason. Just like that. It’s been like totally invisible until now, for the past months. My boyfriend has simply plugged it in, after I noticed earlier that we have similar hardware (hey! There is no pun! None. Whatsoever!). I am almost afraid to unplug it now. What if it decides to stop working? It’s been a while and several trial-and-error, but mostly error, as i was saying. Well, he, my boyfriend, says he just plugged it in. I ask: is there a certain way, like a ritual, he performed? Let me quickly post a picture to prove my joy and I’ll keep you posted if it works tomorrow as well. Certain friends might want to remember trying to convince it to work. That was the last time we were all gathered around my Mac like it was the camp fire.
Let the Chateau Teleky-Villany Merlot-Pinot Noir pour! For the second day! Oh, I have to replenish my wine stock. The wonderful things!
So what do you do if you get a bug in your computer? IN not ON. A real live stock bug, not a Trojan or other equally nasty e-stuff.
It happens in Romania, somewhere in the Land of Dracula. A bug got inside my boyfreind’s laptop through the USB port. The initial mortification of my better half was quickly followed by frustration and hatred. After a couple years of peaceful cohabitation in his cockroach infested apartment, this has been it. Eternal wrath is to be unleashed, my boyfriend swears. Especially since he was under some pressing deadlines of working online. But cockroach still inside the laptop remains switched off for fear of frying the motherboard.
A trip to the local service is being planned, as we speak.
I confess I have been occasionally rofling during our phone conversation. I even suggested using the blow drier or the ancient “smoke them out” technique.
Finally, it’s official! Even the spam knows: Obama is president.
———- Forwarded message ———-
From: Gmail Team <mail-noreply@google.com>
Date: Mon, Nov 10, 2008 at 8:34 PM
Subject: Message left on server: “Barak Obama sex scandal”
To: xxxxx xxxxxxxx <xxxxx.xxxxxx@gmail.com>
The message “Barak Obama sex scandal” from graig altaf (si@teleflexmedical.com) contained a virus or a suspicious attachment. It was therefore not fetched from your account xxxxxxxxx@xxxxxxx.ro and has been left on the server.
If you wish to write to graig, just hit reply and send graig a message.
Thanks,
The Gmail Team
LATER EDIT: This actually means Anjelina Jolie is no longer hot! No less than six messages entitled “anjelina jolie sex secandal” have been left on my server by the Gmail Team, before Obama took charge.
PS: Go fcuk yourself, Graig 
“There is no ist’s in English!”
“Ist?”
“Is.”
“Ist.”
“Is.”
“Ist.”
“Is. Is. Is!”
OK, she didn’t get me in part because we were over the phone. But bottom line is my mum has started studying English. The conversation above - and you can guess who is who - was followed by the “I, you, he/she, we, you, they” conversation. They, that is z with the tip of your toungue against the upper teeth. And so on. I am smiling. I have to look for the posts about my mum learning Windows, and our typical conversation generated by the old printer.
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