Stomach flu. Wow. I guess the silver lining in all this is that for the first time in my 22 years of life (my birthday isn't over yet.), I finally have experienced stomach flu, and I think it is positively one of the worst kinds of sickness to go through. I can't recall the last time I lay in bed wishing I could just rip my stomach out, toss it out the window and buy a new one from 7-11.

You know somebody's not well when he starts raving like a lunatic. But if the stuff he rants about starts to make sense to you, you really might want to get yourself checked out too.

I'm still deciding if it was a blessing or a curse to get the MC today. I've had to cancel my lunch appointment with Winston, cancel the video shoot with Sumit and Esther, cancel my plans to bring the Acer laptop (the other laptop that died under suspicious circumstances while under my care) for a repair quotation, and skip POTS.

Argh. I dunno. Is it just me or are things moving a little too fast these few weeks? I feel disabled without a properly functioning computer. It's been a week and the imbeciles at the Dell service centre still haven't sent me a quotation so I can decide if I want the laptop repaired. The first time I called they said they'd fax me, but nothing came. The 2nd time, they faxed over an advertisement for more Dell computers (Sorry guys, wrong kind of quotation.) The 3rd time, the joker said he'd email me and nothing came. And when I called today, the punk said he'd send it via BOTH email and fax and still I've got nothing. Can I say that I've reached the limit of my patience? Last week Dell tech support already proved that they were idiots when they made me reformat my computer for nothing (Guess who's the bigger idiot for listening to them?) And this week the twits over at sales have shown that they cannot understand basic principles of prompt, efficient service. Even in the army we NS boys were never THIS inefficient.

If I had the money I'd buy a plane ticket to Penang and hurl this half dead laptop into their faces.

Anyway. I just got an sms from one of the youths who described POTS as "woohoo". Kinda encouraging to hear that the youth was ministered to, and at the very least, it's calmed me down enough to be able to talk in a calm, coherent and civil manner when I call Dell tommorrow.

Rah.

posted by NEB at 11:15 PM

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