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Dealt with incompetent fuckwit at Kinkos yesterday. First she didn't understand what I wanted to do, which I thought was quite simple. I have directions I need to print out, and a standard 8.5"x11" sheet won't fit because the envelopes are only (roughly) 7"x7". So she suggests folding the page. I point out that it will still be too wide and explain again that I need smaller paper (which is why I went to Kinkos in the first place--our printer is laser with a standard letter-size tray.) So she says I should put it in a box and Kinkos will cut it. Fine (only she gives a very half assed explanation of how to do it, which would've left me fucked if I didn't know how to use MS Word).

I ask if I can go dock my laptop (I had Jen's with me, so I could change the file easily). She says sure and we head over to the docking stations. Then she says she needs to get me some floppy disk so I can use the printers. I say that I don't have a floppy drive--my laptop's a Mac. This stops her dead in her tracks. After a minute she says "You'll have to go to the Kinkos website and go from there, it should be right on the front page" (yes, that's almost exactly what she said... totally unclear!) Irony o'ironies: the guy at the other docking station was also using a Mac.

I sit down and start fiddling with the document. After a minute I decide to check the Kinkos page to make sure I can print the fucking thing. I don't see anything obvious, aside from "submit documents online". After another minute's fiddling I decide it's not worth getting charged $0.15 a minute for the network connection and decide to leave. When I go to pay, she insists I've used 15 minutes (I'm sure it was 10 or less)--and it's HER fault she didn't write down the start time! I couldn't be bothered arguing over $1, though, so I paid the $2.44 and left.

And all this happened after I paid $20 for the privilege of putting my feet in stirrups, getting poked and having my cervix scraped with a giant Q-Tip. Why I needed this I don't know. I just had a check-up in December and it was fine, but the gynecologist's office refused to give me any more birth control unless I had a check-up. "Every six months" they said. The PA did it, and she was very nice, though she offered to do a complete STD check when she found out I was getting married (she saw the ring and asked when the wedding was).

Need to finish clearing out my room tonight--Neil's coming tomorrow!

You are an SEDF--Sober Emotional Destructive Follower. This makes you an evil genius. You are extremely focused and difficult to distract
from your tasks. With luck, you have learned to channel your energies into improving your intellect, rather than destroying the weak and
unsuspecting.

Your friends may find you remote and a hard nut to crack. Few of your peers know you very well--even those you have known a long time--because you have expert control of the face you put forth to the world. You prefer to observe, calculate, discern and decide. Your decisions are final, and your desire to be right is impenetrable.

You are not to be messed with. You may explode.

http://hokev.brinkster.net/quiz/default.asp?quiz=Better%20Personality&page=1

Me: Jen's looking to get married next September.
Neil: A pre-Rosh Hashana wedding then?

It's so cute, he's learning his Jewish festivals :-)