Sad news to report, my cool optical mouse with the handy roller ball died overnight. The “handy” on-line service request system is not set up to request a new mouse. I can get a whole new laptop bundle in 24 hours, but not a replacement mouse. Maybe I’ll “Have” to go to Frye’s after work tonight. R.I.P. old mouse, there were some good times together. Remember that Onion.com article about the secret service agent who jumped in front of President Bush to save him from having to answer a direct question. That was funny. Good-bye friend.
So as I was digging through the “Drawer of Crap” to find a temporary mouse (I just can’t function with the little mid-keyboard nipple my finger gets cramps) I started to express my mild dissatisfaction with Gidget who sits near my “office”. As we were chatting I realized that the cord on the mouse was just long enough to act as a jump rope, so I took a couple hops. Acknowledging that I looked ridiculous I stopped (we laughed) and I turned to head to my “office”. It was then that I saw the conference room that has full view of our common area is in use and that some “suit” was looking at me. *BLUSH*
Oh well, I never said I was mature.
(Ooks isn’t a typo – it’s homage to my friend Rich’s college lab partner who used “ooks” instead of “oops” to indicate a mistake. No amount of friendly coaching could get him off of “ooks” and thus it has firmly entered itself into our vocabulary.)