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My new service request for Precious The Second is currently listed as "Rejected." I will not let myself be stressed over this. Toshiba has a week to send that box to me. If there is no box at my door on Friday, I will call Customer Relations on Monday. I will, if need be, start a new service request. They will have another week. If that one is rejected or in some other way...wrong, I will call and just cancel the request. After that, should this happen, I will purchase a new computer.

It could be HP, Toshiba, or any other company. Why, you may ask? I am going purchase an off-the-shelf model this time. I've noticed something. Between 1 Compaq, 1 Dell, 3 Toshibas, and two HPs, there have been off the shelf and ordered laptops. The Compaq, two of the Toshibas and one of the HPs were off the shelf. The Dell, the other Toshiba and the other HP were ordered. The computers that have been purchased off-the-shelf have had very little issues, mostly because of accidents or simply time. The computers that have been ordered have had many issues.

Also, during my research, I've noticed that the manufacture of hard drives is becoming...well..."Cheapy."

I'm not blaming Toshiba. There's a high possibilty that, should it come to a new laptop, that it will be a Toshiba.

In the mean time, I will not allow myself to be stressed by this situation. It's out of my control now. I am calm. I am relaxed. I have a plan.

So, you haven't heard from me in forever.
I'm currently on Precious the First. Why, you may ask, am I using Precious the First when I own Precious the Second and love her more then her older siblings?

Well, Precious I works. Precious II is currently experiencing a Hard Drive Failure. Insert hysterical laughter here. Now, I never did extended my 1 year warrently on II. However, I did call Toshiba the day before (according to my time zone and side of the internation date line) my warrenty expired and believed that everything was okie-dokie. Well, my parents brought up Precious I for me to use until II is fixed and one of the first things I did was check on the repair request status. It said the the issue was closed and the request cancelled. Insert crazy, hysertical laughter here. So, I called Toshiba up and said what? I thought I was getting a box and not a cancelled order. So, I have instructions to call on Monday for a Customer Relations Rep to deal with the issue.

Depending on what happens on Monday (I get Precious II fixed under her warrenty because I had called in before the warrenty expired or they can't fix her under the terms of the warrenty or whatever) I may just get a new computer. I think I'll stick with Toshiba, should the new computer issue come up. However, to get the one I would want, I'd need a 1,000 spare bucks.

I'll update the world on Monday. Till then...please enjoy my hysterical laughter over the subject.

I've been on the Marley and Me website and I just had to post my own story. I am such a sap...

So, for your reading pleasure...my post...

In truth, this is about more then one dog. I can't read Marley and Me and only think of one dog. All of them have been special in one way or another. In 25 years of life, I've been part of a family that has owned 5 dogs, 2 of which are still living. When I was reading Marley and Me, I could help but to think of the first three. Bogart, a Black Lab/Mutt, Sam, Chesapeake Bay Retriever, and Jerry, Yellow Lab mutt. To me, Marley seemed to be a combination of all three and that just made me love him more. Bogart, for his ability to just be there at the right moment. Sam, for the unending stream of destructive energy. Jerry, for being a yellow lab and a person's best friend. We've lost all three of those dogs and I can't forget them. We lost Bogart over ten years ago simply due to old age and we still tell stories about how he would eat care packages and wicker chairs as a puppy. Jerry was put to sleep because of a very aggressive cancer in 2003. He was only four years old. Sam left us two years later. We don't really know why he died and I'm thankful that his death wasn't drawn out. At the moment, we have two Great Danes. Micky entered the family about a year after Sam and six months later, his adopted sister, Seirra, joined the family. Baby Girl, as I call her, unforuntally has a condition called Wobblers and it is a progressive illness. We'll lose her before long and, like Sam, Bogart, and Jerry, she'll forever have a place in my heart dispite how often she ticks me off. In reading Marley and Me, it reminded me that dogs are truely part of a family. They seem to share in pain and in grief. We are always recounting the stories of our dogs while cats are merely remembered. How often do you hear a humorous tale about at cat? Cats share a space while dogs live with you. There will be one section of the book that is forever imprinted on my mind. The children down on the floor with Marley to say their goodbyes. I had to stop at this point and put the book down. I had to remember my family down the ground to say our own goodbyes to Sam and Jerry. And to remember the family sitting in the living room with Bogarts collar the night he'd been put to sleep. You can't forget dogs like Marley. They make sure that they are remembered if by popular books or by personal memories.

I'm still giggling over Underworld: Rise of the Lycans. I always liked Lucian...now I just like him even more. *pets* Not the mention plenty of fight scenes. It helped to relieve a very cranky week at work. Monday and Tuesday weren't bad. Wedneday, my brain went 'spoldy and is only now recovering. I actually went and begged Summer to ask the Customer Service Rep Supervisors to remind the Reps how to properly fill out a PreD template and the proper use of a expedited preD and HOW TO NOTE IF THE PRED EXPEDITE HAD BEEN REQUESTED....

I swear to who ever will listen that if it doesn't get better, I will march over to the building where the CS department is kept and fling my stapler at someone. I will. I'll do it. And I would enjoy it.

I wouldn't be surprised if my CoWorkers were shocked by me doing this. It's the classic Sarah move at work. I act all shy and sweet and innocent...mostly because I am shy. I'm sure no one expects me to desire to fling my stapler at people....or imagine some of my more volitale characters rending limb from limb. I get some of the strangest looks from two of my coworkers when I drive past them after work.

Somehow the sound of my blasting NickelBack shocks them. I suppose, in order to really shock them, I could blast Korn, Linken Park, or Disturbed and then switch to Garth Brooks...just to confuse them.

I wonder if I'd scare them if they saw some of the stuff I wrote in high school. You know the stuff, the ones that earned my the title "Love Child of Anne Rice and Steven King." I'd be entertaining to watch them read that stuff.

Or, ya know, my apparent prediliction towards slash fanfiction. Or the Vampire thing...

Sorta. Wireless is still crapped out and funky but I've been allowed to hook the wireless back up! *Insert Evil Laughter here*

So, right now the plan is finding me an apartment in bellingham. Some of you may wonder why I need an apartment in bellingham. That's because I'm a bad person and haven't updated this thing in 28 weeks. I work in Bellingham. I live in Oak Harbor. Thats a 100 mile drive a day drive. And the weather is starting to turn nasty. Parents would be happier if I was in bellingham. And they want me in a managed complex... Said complex needs to accept cats.

I'm on the waiting list for two. This is gonna take a while.

In other news, my brother is home. He's not offically out of the navy till decemeber but he's home. I'm feeling crowded. Also, the creative writing juices are flowing again. I'm poking at maps. This is never a good thing. I'm gonna try to make an actual go of this one. Michelle, once Little Man allows you a moment to read this, you will become my sounding board as, you know, I can actually talk to you face to face which helps with the whole thing because I shove stuff at you and go "look at!"

I'm a spaz. I know.

Atleast, figuratively. I have got the Whidbey Crud. For those of you who've never had the crud, it's a nasty nasty nasty cold. Coughing, hacking, sniffling, sneezing, clogged up, stuffed up, sore throat, 101.2 fever and so on.

Nasty Nasty Nasty Nasty cold. And I can't even be around my friends cause I'd rather not infect them.

On the other hand, yet another old sinny person has found the sinny LJ community. It's interesting to run into them.

And here's Compatiblity Chapter Four. I finished it and then...I finished writing, just gotta type it, chapter five.

( Chapter four )