The love of your life is dancing here before you

Christmas morning. Fun.

Did my Christmas shopping Thursday afternoon before going in to work. I ended up doing almost all of it at Hastings. Ran into Mike and Anna, which was cool. Had to make a quick stop by McCoy's for Mom's gift; after that, the only shopping I had left was Lilie's. She called as I was getting home, had a computer problem. Turns out her CPU fan crapped out. She asked me to come over and take a look at it.

She has a Hewlett Packard, and they told her that she'd have to use their proprietary fan to replace it. Best Buy wanted something like 50 dollars to install it. So I get over there, and her computer's on. Seriously. Finally got her to turn it off, opened it up, and started digging around. Turns out they use this weird system where the CPU fan isn't actually on the CPU fan. Rather, There's a second power supply-class fan mounted on the back of the case, with a little plastic tunnel from it to the CPU. Managed to get all the plastic casing removed and the fan out. She had the bizarre idea of just leaving her case open and running a big (normal) fan right next to it, but I didn't (and still don't) think it was a good idea, nor did Michael. I was willing to see if we could get the fan out of her other computer that's inoperable at the moment and see if it would work, but I had to leave for work. She asked me to come back afterwards.

Picked up Freddie, and we got there 'bout 5 after. I was managing that night, and things were slated to go okay. Frank was due in at 6:30. At 6:20, he called up there asking if someone could go get him, 'cause it was cold. I really wanted to smack him. It's not our responsibility to get him here - he knows he doesn't have a car, and it's not like the recent temperatures have caught anyone by surprise. On top of that, there were only two people there with cars, and I couldn't spare either of them - we were running a bare minimum crew as it was. A little later, Dave comes in to get the schedule requests. It got to be almost 7 o'clock, when the phone rings, and Katie hands it to Dave. Turns out it's Frank, asking for a ride *again*. Dave sent me out to get Frank. I ended up having to go twice, because he didn't tell me that they had moved to another trailer. It really, really pissed me off. Why the HELL did he just sit around and call again later? It might be a different matter if he wasn't so worthless in the kitchen. He whines all the time about having to do onion rings or floors, when he's (a) the newest and (b) the crappiest (well, he'd have to fight Pedro for that title) cook. Tomorrow night, he's closing kitchen by himself, with Pedro 5 - 9. I took Javi's 5 - C manager shift that night, which means I'm running the show. Joy. I didn't even really look at the schedule, other than for shifts to pick up. The upside is that I get to ensure that Frank is NOT leaving until EVERYTHING is done.

Anyway. Closed Thursday night; nothing spectacular. Called Lilie as I was finishing up - she went with the "large fan in front of the open case" idea - "I've been running it like this for five hours, and it hasn't broken yet." Um... okay. The main fan is responsible for keeping the case and power supply cool, the CPU fan delivers cool air to the heat sink and/or the processor to stop them from overheating. That's why the fan is *right* on the CPU, or has a direct air channel to it. I'm not sure if it's going to work; even if it doesn't immediately die, it can significantly decrease the life expectancy of your electronic components. Heat is really the only danger they face. Anyway, she told me not to come over - she was getting tired as well, and was on the phone.

Fair enough.

Called Jarrod, he finally grabbed my MOO3 CDs from his parents house, so I went over there to get them. He also wanted to show me the trailer for some new game with Conker on it that's modeled on T3: Rise of the Machines. I brought my RvB DVD, and we watched that - the first 19 episodes. Turns out it's the next episode or two that contains my favorite scene - where the Blues surrender to the Reds, and Griff has to get up and admit he sucks, and that he's a girl, and that he likes ribbons, and he wants to kiss all the boys. Then Sarge says something along the lines of "This is the greatest surrender of all time." Came home and crashed, then went in to work again the next day at 10. It was an okay shift, closed at 5. I actually got to run out real quick and go to Best Buy and grab Lilie's present. I hope she likes it.

If we're still dating, that is.

(Okay, that's not entirely true. I mean, I hope she likes it irregardless. It was just a good segue.)

'Cause frankly, I don't know. I've been accused (rightfully so) of over-analyzing things in the past, which is why I haven't really said anyhting about this of yet. However, I figure this is as good of a time as any. Crap, lunch time. I'll do this later.

Oh, I got a cowboy hat and a certificate for an hour of flight instruction, among other things. Coolness.