#ipod fail

The shuffle on my ipod wasn't working today. I proceeded to  reboot and curse at the thing when that didn't work.

And then I realized I had accidentally pushed the repeat button.

Today was a red letter day. Or something.

1) Figured out what was wrong with the iPod I bought to replace my original one (took 5.5 years to kill and I used it every single day).

2) Bewildered yet again by people my father's age asking me out.

Both of these things happened at work. I also did work related things but most of it was overshadowed by these two events.

I spent far too long on the iPod problem (even brought in some help). Turns out the hd failed like almost immediately and that's why it's been a pretty brick for the last few months (since I got the damn thing). Bastards. Luckily it's still under warranty and I never really throw anything out, or delete it. So actually, I just have to take it to the UPS store tomorrow and ship it back. Huzzah, a working iPod is finally in my future again. I'm aware that I have a computer, a smart phone and a tablet (none of which are macs, k thnx) but I've missed my iPod. I can stream all of my music from my work phone (providing I have, you know, service - which since is Sprint is actually kinda rare) but the iPod is just more convenient (even if it's yet another device to tote around). 

So, the creepy come-on. What is it about me that men in their 40s-50s decide that I'm ripe for the pickin'.. or something. Seriously. It's a good thing I'm in no mood to date anyone because everyone around here that's ever really shown any interest have been in their late 30s, 40s or 50s. Every. Single. One. I don't really flirt, or at least I don't think I do, not anymore. If I thought I'd like to date someone then yeah, I'd flirt, hell I'd show interest. Today a lost chinese food delivery man came to the office by accident so I directed him across the street. He looked to where I was pointing and said he could see the college sign, but I couldn't because I was short. All I did was agree, and make a slight dig about being 4'10". That's all. And all the sudden he got this look and asked if I was married. And then if I had a boyfriend. And then how to reach me (I'm married to my work - that's the only info he got out of me). I should have told him I'm a lesbian. I'm not, but maybe I should just start telling people that anyway. Sure, good plan in a southern state. Would definitely make work a little more interesting. Most of them would be okay, most. Some of them, some of them I definitely wonder. I feel like all of the sudden there is a lot more Chick fil A coming into the building at lunch time and I find it troubling. 

Additional thoughts on the day:

Sangria, whiskey and OJ is a fabulous combination. Except when you have a sore throat and are losing your voice. Then it's dumb. But freaking delicious.

I go on vacation in one week. In exactly a week I'll be preparing for landing right above Manchester, NH. Providing, of course, that the Philly Vortex doesn't ruin my plans.

"The Lorax" was okay. Not great. I was expecting that so I'm only disappointed because I so loved that book as a kid. What the hell am I talking about? I STILL love that book (all Dr. Seuss books really).

A shark sleeping bag is exactly as awesome as it is impractical. (No, seriously, look it up - so cool). 

I liked this week's "Futurama" intro, I did not particularly care for the episode. This whole new season has been hit or miss. 

Strawberry cream cough drops are amazing.

I'm reading "The Hunt for Red October" and "Moby Dick" simultaneously. I've read them both before (several times), that is the only reason I can keep things straight in my head. I don't know why I chose to reread 2 of the most complicated books I've ever read at the same time (alternating days/chapters/moods). Maybe because they take place on the ocean.