Today wasn’t a bad day. Technical issues processing payroll are basically expected anymore. I have a new computer at work so I — yippee! — get to map to my printers, type up a .sig line for email and find all the little kinks and let our IT dope know about them.
Such as that my email didn’t work. Told IT dope this. “Yes, it does. I had your email up yesterday”. So I reboot and try it again. “I really don’t think it’s working,” I voicemail the guy.
HA! Victory is mine (the price of victory is just too much to think of right now). Something is all screwed up with my profile. Seems to me the problem is with the fucking idiot in IT.
Anyway. Get home, step on Scooby’s paw (He’s fine). Gene calls for me from his home office. “Don’t freak out, but Scooby got loose.” Despite the fact that we have a 5 foot fence, somehow this freaking beagle got out of it. I walked the fence after this, and I don’t see any possible way for this to have happened. Then he tries to do it again. Our fence has half-moon dips, and one is over our HVAC unit (on the opposite side of the fence). My theory is that that is how Scoob did it – heck, he didn’t even have to fall too far on the other side. My theory as to motive is simple: both neighbors on one side of us have big dogs tied out in the yard and Scooby loves to play with big dogs. Our next door neighbor (the one I bitch about so much for ignoring her own dog) got Scooby – he went right to her.
Rotten beagle. He didn’t successfully jump it again because both of us yelled “NO” and I rush over there and yell and point and whack the hell out of him. He cowers for awhile. Gene thinks that will be the end of it, but I just don’t know. I really worry that it’ll take a few more whacks to get the point across and what if I’m not here? Gene doesn’t run as fast as I do, and we all know I’m no Olympian.