My WTF moment of the week.

So I used the word "fucking" as an adjective in my reply to a post.

The OP replied: "Ooh. The f-word. How mature of you."

I was tempted to refer her to Usage of the Word "Fuck". But then I went, nah, fuck it, she probably won't get the humour.



This post was brought to you by the letter F. Obvs.

UGH. I swear Symantec's online tech support is manned by a bot. I emailed them about an error message caused by Norton Internet Security. They replied and I followed the steps they suggested. Which did NOT work. Then they sent a follow-up email asking if the "issue" (read: really sucky programming) was resolved. I replied that it hasn't, and I just got their reply. It begins promisingly enough.

I understand from your message that you are still receiving following error message,when you try to open Internet Explorer:

AND THEN THE REST OF IT IS THE EXACT EMAIL THEY SENT THE FIRST TIME ROUND. WTF? SRSLY.

I'm going to reply: Are you a bot or just really good at cut and paste?

In other news, the past few days have been a little weird (not in a bad way) because I've never felt so *~*~grown-up~*~* in my life. We employed a domestic worker because when I go back to work in 10 days, we'll be leaving Tyler with my mother-in-law, who wants a maid to help her. So, even though I've always been resistant to the idea of hiring a domestic helper, I guess we don't really have a choice. Infantcare is really expensive and how dare I incur the wrath of my MIL by leaving her first grandson in the care of total strangers. I feel weird instructing someone else to do things. But one good thing has come good out of it. I've always been a control freak who HAS to do things a certain way. But I've learnt to be more tolerant to the fact that everyone does things differently. I do find myself rearranging the hand towels though.

My upstairs neighbours are the most uncivilised lot of people I've ever met. I've only seen some of them, but as far as I can make out, there's a cantankerous old woman, three or four of the most ill-behaved children on the planet, and a couple in their 30s, whom I presume are the old woman's children and parents of said kids.

Good lord. All they do the whole day is talk to each other at the top of their voices and slam things. The old woman, all she does is nag at everyone else in an incredibly loud voice. Sometimes, I hear them arguing in the wee hours of the morning, like at 4am. They don't seem to place much value on personal hygiene. The kids are dressed in wrinkly, un-ironed clothes. I once saw one of them running around in public without any pants. Like, with his pee-pee showing. WTF.

The kids. OMG, the horror. I live on the 18th floor and they're just above me. The kids throw all manner of objects out of their window, including their food. Once, rice landed on my window sills. Often, there would be streaks of dried-up liquids on the windows. And yesterday, they threw water bombs! Bloody hell. Because it was such a sunny day, almost everyone had their laundry hung out to dry. The pests must have been rubbing their hands with glee.

Once, when my mum was over at my place, she went up to scold them because water from their wet clothes were dripping on our laundry. The old woman basically said too fricking bad. And her presumed daughter also said something to the effect of c'est la vie (in a much less elegant way, of course) and that if we didn't like it, we can jolly well move to a house. Yeah, I can see where the kids' lack of social graces came from.

I don't see any way out of this except to grin and bear it. A couple of days after my mum confronted them, they happily washed their windows with soapy water that splashed into my flat. So I suspect that any complaint against them will be met with more heinous deeds. I've thought of pasting a note at the notice board downstairs, but I'll probably be arrested for vandalism. Ugh. I hatehateHATE the inconsiderate SOBs.

My boss phoned and reminded me today to mail in my appraisal form. I've been really tardy in doing it, partly because I don't want to be reminded of work. I go back to work in less than a month. As someone who never wanted children, I can't believe I'm saying this but I will be seriously torn up "leaving" Tyler and going back to work. I still don't like children in general (see: above), but with your own, it's just different.

Anyhoos, here's a ( photo of my bb, age 2 months and 3 weeks )