B@rbie hair

Over the lunch hour today, I was outside for a grand total of about 12 minutes. While I am not burned per se, I would certainly say I’m lightly toasted. (That’s not to be confused with the light toasting I will submit myself to on the eve of my monthly pay cycle).

Last Sunday I got up, popped the kettle on, snatched up Michaela and headed into the computer room to charge her up in anticipation of a long day of driving. I knew once I set foot in the room that something was horribly awry. Well, less ‘knew’ and more ‘smelled’; burning plastic is always a dead giveaway. That’s exactly how I wasn’t able to get away with putting my B@rbie’s head down on the still-blistering-hot toaster when I was six.

The Boy, being a Millwright, thought he’d take a crack at the situation seeing how I was breaking out into a cold sweat and had begun hyperventilating at this point. As I gnawed on the cuticles of my left hand, he patiently opened the tower and peered in.

“You’re fucked”, was the best he could come up with.

I’m sure there are those of you out there who are reading along, saying to yourselves, “Yes, she may need another machine, but she’s got all the important documents backed up so it’s not really a disaster of epic proportion.” That would be true if I had backed up my work. I had not. It’s been a hard lesson, but one that I will take away from this at the very least.

So, $1,063.14 later, I own a shiny new computer. Yeeshk. It cleaned out my chequing account, my savings account and I had to get a cash advance on my credit card, so let that indicate to you the width of the fine line on which I dance each month. Disasters are forbidden from now until at least January 2007.

Michaela doesn’t like the new installation of the iPod software; she keeps telling me that half my songs are not where I left them and so are not being copied over to her. I lost the entire contents of my pda, which is the reason I spent most of last night curled up in the fetal position, weeping. The only saving grace is the fact that I accidentally printed out my entire address book a few months ago, so I can reconstruct it by hand. Yeeshk squared.

On the other hand, this job was just approved for a full year yesterday. I still have to apply for it like they don’t know me, but that’s just union crapola. So yay.

This weekend, I have to buckle down and do my taxes. Yes, I realize it’s late, but since I will be getting a refund, I didn’t think it was any sort of issue. My Mom tells me it is. I imagine her nightmares about me being dragged off to debtor’s prison will ease up once I tell her I went to see my accountant.

Have a great weekend.

Posted at 3:04 p.m.