What a day. My IT department pulled a password change that totally ripped out all my 5K plus contacts and left me whining. Sniveling. Pleading. People, I cannot do business the way I do business without those contacts.
Yes, I have a copy. No, it will not import without a password - never mind that it’s never had a password. So we had to sic the password cracker on it. But he’s in a meeting. And won’t be able to attack it until 7 a.m. tomorrow. And I will be waiting at the office for him to sneak into my computer so we may labor together until my contacts are in their rightful place.
I walk in my door, 6 ish, to find my a/c is history. No workie. Hormonal woman, 100 degrees outside, 150 inside. Well, at least, that’s what it feels like. My normal A/C guy can’t come until tomorrow. I call another, who gets to the house at 10:30, opens my A/C, and says - something’s come loose. Your motor’s fried. And off he goes, out the door, with the last hope I have of being anywhere near cool tonight.
All the hotels are booked.
My dogs are panting. I’m sweating.
Menopausal women and heat do not mix, people.
All I can say is “C’mon, 7 a.m. - at least I’ll be in a cool office.”