oh, but frustration doesn't end there.

I am unable to log into my computer at work. The little Mac login dialogue box just shakes at me accusingly. "THAT'S NOT RIGHT! GET IT RIGHT!"

I called every single freaking IT person that there is to call yesterday. I changed my password FOUR times. Two of my coworkers tried to log in and couldn't. SO...it's not me. Thank GOD.

I left desperate messages with three different people last night stating my name, what my computer number is, what kind of computer I've got, what the problem is and if they could please find my office in the building that I'm in at the end of the row of cubes in the middle of the building, and fix it by today, that would be freaking great.

It still doesn't work. Good thing I thought to bring in my laptop today so that I wouldn't be totally useless. I'm sure if I dug around in old papers enough and organized my stuff, I could pass the time. But I did that last night. So...what's a girl to do?

And this morning there are no IT people. They are all MIA.

Gah. Happy Wednesday.

Quote o' the day:

"The truth is more important than the facts." - Frank Lloyd Wright