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Morgan Briarwood ([personal profile] briarwood) wrote2011-07-19 07:13 pm
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Google+ and RL stuff

Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] lexin I am now on Google+ so if you would like an invite let me know. I have no idea how many people I can invite but I'll keep going until they make me stop.

I'm a tad wary of using it much until I understand how it works. If you're on G+ and I didn't add you let me know. Uh...if you want me to add you, that is :)

ION my PC monitor finally died last week. Well, died is an exaggeration: it turned hot pink. Actually I take that back - I'd rather be dead than hot pink.

The monitor has been, uh, sick for a while. It started when the on/off button broke. Not a disaster as it turns off automatically when the PC is off. But it meant I could no longer turn the screen off when rendering long jobs or downloading stuff. I knew the colour was unwell: it's been shading everything a delicate shade of rose for a while. But last week the rose tint turned hot pink and nothing I did would make it go not-pink.

So, instead of going to see Harry Potter, I spent Saturday shopping for a new monitor. I guess I'm lucky it's sale time, or I don't think I'd have found one for less than £100. The one I found was only just under. My new monitor is widescreen and very slick...and getting it working was absolute hell. (Note to self: install drivers first next time *g*) But it's working now.

And I found a necklace I thought I'd lost under the old one! It's a gold setting with a vibrant green stone. I'm not sure what the stone is. I knew once, but I don't remember. It's lovely, anyway. It was a gift and I'm so glad I found it again.

What else is new?

I had an eye test last week and they told my my vision has improved. It's been getting steadily worse since I was eight; I thought in another year or so I'd be legally blind. Go figure.

Work is a pain in the ass. The supposedly 20 posts available on level transfer turned out to be 5. And the only one suited to me is working for someone I'll never work for again. (When a friend of mine committed suicide she was about as unsympathetic as you can get.) What makes it worse is I *know* the job I really want is vacant...it's just not on the advertised transfer list, so I can't apply. Bastards. I guess I'm stuck where I am until the next round.

And I really, really need a haircut. I look like Sam Winchester. Only, you know, short and fat and female.