Does anyone out there know an anti-rain dance?

'Cause I've damn well had ENOUGH ALREADY!

I had a perfectly lovely lunch date with ACat and his coworker, eloren, then it started raining on the way back so I came in soaked to sit in a meat locker of a building. It's just gotten worse out there since then, and I swear we must be getting lightning strikes right outside the windows. The lights keep flickering and the people with long drives (thankfully not me) are getting increasingly nervous. Atlanta traffic is hideous in the best of times - with this level of rain storm thrown in, odds are good that someone will come in tomorrow with news of an accident or near accident they got caught in.

The drought is OVER, we have ENOUGH. How the hell do I reach the front desk to let them know to turn OFF the sprinklers, please?

Gahhh... my home computer has been getting increasingly flaky and strange over the last week or two. As of yesterday I declared it bad enough to need professional help, and it will get it, but it hasn't yet. I figured no huge deal - I have net access at work, and I can do LJ and any really urgent email from there. Unfortunately, I can read LJ and I can post LJ, but for whatever fricking idiot reason, I cannot comment on anyone else's LJ post - at least, the last 7 attempts all refused to work. This particularly sucks as there were several posts about this weekend from the other people involved and I can't comment on them! Grrrrr!

Please all consider yourselves hugged and snuggled? ***sigh**

If you are calling customer service, please remember...
I am not your sweetheart, darling, honey, or dear.
"The fax got lost in the mail" does not make any fucking SENSE.
If I ask you for your customer number, and tell you it needs three numbers, two letters, and two to five more numbers, do NOT say "XTP59. Is that right?"
Asking a question and talking over the answer isn't going to get you anything helpful.
Being a snarky bitch when you don't like the answer to your question, and accusing me of lying just because you don't want to believe me, will not incline me to go out of my way to help you.
In fact, it will get you as unhelpful an answer as possible - and when you eventually find out I answered the question you asked, instead of telling you what you actually needed to know, I hope you choke on it.
Telling me obvious and blatant lies won't do your cause much good either. Neither will being a dithering twit and asking me the same question that I just answered four times.
And while I'm at it, what the hell is the reasoning behind airconditioning a callcenter in winter to the point where half the employees are wearing their coats, and I just wish I had gloves I could type in?!?

Ok, end of work vent. Unless I think of more to add later..

I grieve for those who died a year ago, and for those who lost people they knew and loved. I did not lose anyone I directly knew, but my grief is no less sincere, nor does it require whipping up to a froth by people who seem to think that if they are not shouting in my face about what a tragedy this was I'll somehow forget.
A moment of silence (or more) feels appropriate - having that time appropriated for speeches of the above sort does not. Attempts to coerce people into attending such ceremonies do not. People loudly and ostentatiously proclaiming their anger, pain, grief and patriotism (as if they are all equivalent) from the street corners and the televisions and the front lawn of my office building impress me just about as much as televangelists do.
I understand that everyone copes with tragedy in different ways, and some may even sincerely grieve loudly and in herds, but to convince people that's the only valid way is, in my mind, a tragedy in itself.