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camwynToday has been the sort of day where I get accosted every ten minutes by an Instant Priority Assignment. They don't affect the entire organization, these assignments, but the person bringing them to me can't do their work until I get up and fix their computer problem. (With the exception of the woman who interrupted my lunch to say 'I know you're eating and this isn't a priority, but- as soon as you're done could you get up and make it so that I'm not in boldface any more, I can't seem to make the computer not do boldface'.) So far I have avoided doing anything more unpleasant than growling inwardly and saying 'What?' instead of 'hello' or 'yes'. I'm glad there's not much more worktime today...
For me part of the venting process is occasionally making ludicrous threats. The trouble is that I tend to make my threats with a straight face, and people may or may not take these threats seriously. Therefore, I thought I should list a few things here that are not to be believed or taken seriously if you hear or see me yelling 'em.
1. I'm moving to Canada.
2. I'm running away and joining the circus.
3. I'm gonna go join the Coast Guard/Air Force.
4. I'm gonna disappear and turn up again several months later in Poughkeepsie/Hyde Park (home of the Culinary Institute of America).
5. I'm gonna disappear and turn up several months later in whatever bit of California has the extension campus of the Culinary Institute of America in it.
6. I'm going on vacation in Alaska this summer and I'm not coming back.
7. There's a Secret Service office about fifteen miles from here. I'm applying to join.
8. I understand FEMA has a computer position open in lovely Minnesota/Wisconsin/North Dakota.
9. I've got three survival books and a guide to tanning hides and a functional hunting bow. Fifteen minutes at Sports Authority for extra arrows and broadheads and no one's gonna see me again for a year.
10. I'm gonna buy an assload of neodymium magnets and clap them onto the next computer I see.
11. I'm gonna go bow hunting for SUV's.
That's about it for now. I feel a bit better, but we'll see how the remainder of the day goes.
For me part of the venting process is occasionally making ludicrous threats. The trouble is that I tend to make my threats with a straight face, and people may or may not take these threats seriously. Therefore, I thought I should list a few things here that are not to be believed or taken seriously if you hear or see me yelling 'em.
1. I'm moving to Canada.
2. I'm running away and joining the circus.
3. I'm gonna go join the Coast Guard/Air Force.
4. I'm gonna disappear and turn up again several months later in Poughkeepsie/Hyde Park (home of the Culinary Institute of America).
5. I'm gonna disappear and turn up several months later in whatever bit of California has the extension campus of the Culinary Institute of America in it.
6. I'm going on vacation in Alaska this summer and I'm not coming back.
7. There's a Secret Service office about fifteen miles from here. I'm applying to join.
8. I understand FEMA has a computer position open in lovely Minnesota/Wisconsin/North Dakota.
9. I've got three survival books and a guide to tanning hides and a functional hunting bow. Fifteen minutes at Sports Authority for extra arrows and broadheads and no one's gonna see me again for a year.
10. I'm gonna buy an assload of neodymium magnets and clap them onto the next computer I see.
11. I'm gonna go bow hunting for SUV's.
That's about it for now. I feel a bit better, but we'll see how the remainder of the day goes.
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Date: 2002-02-25 10:06 pm (UTC)Go to San Francisco. Rent a car; this is not a bus trip.
Drive north on 101. You cannot go over the Golden Gate to Greystone, I'm afraid. Take the Bay Bridge, I-80 East (which goes North and will soon also be 580 West).
(You know, I've never lived more than an hour's drive from I-80 in my entire life? Still don't. Neither have you, IIRC.)
As soon as you're over the Bay Bridge (toll free this direction, $2 westbound), you will be contractually obligated to stop by my house. There will be a Seanan and you will be fed. After that, hey, get back on 80 E/580 W.
580 W will split off and be the San Rafael Bridge. Ignore it.
About thirty miles later will be the Carquinez Bridge... aw, hell, just do this:
After the bridge, get in the right lane for about 2 miles. Take the Highway 37/Columbus Parkway exit and bear left up the ramp. Go west approximately 4 miles and turn right onto Highway 29 to Napa. Head northwest on Highway 29 for approximately 30 miles. Highway 29 and Main Street are the same within the city limits of St. Helena. The CIA at Greystone is approximately 1/4 mile north of the town of St. Helena on the left.
But just past and in front of Greystone the road goes through a grove of trees that line the road and whose branches meet above 29. 29 is no longer the mean litttle bit of blacktop that threw a stoplight in front of you every block through Napa, it's just innocent blacktop now. That tunnel of trees is neat, but I may never make enough to enjoy dinner at Greystone's restaurant. 8-)
-- Lorrie