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[bloop_bleep]

Ninja everything onto Google Drive, quick!

[scriver]

I don't have googel drove

[bloop_bleep]

It is literally free with a Google account, which is also free

15 GB of storage free, plus whatever you pony up for

[methylatedspirit]

I'm trying to reinstall Windows 10 on my old laptop. It's fucking slow. This is the slowest PC I've used. Yes, that means school computers are faster than this hunk of junk. There are not words that can express my contempt for the Bulldozer-based, Pentium 4-inspired, snail-in-molasses processor the thing runs on. I'd have better luck installing Windows 10 on an actual Pentium 4 system from 2004.

Edit: Oh god, it's booted into Windows 10. This is the worst kind of miracle. The slow-ass hard drive isn't helping things either.

Edit 2: Restarted, and it's doing Automatic Repair. I really think this thing wishes for the sweet release of death. Time to format and re-reinstall.

Edit 3: Okay, it's running Windows, and it's not begging for the sweet release of death. I think I did something right. It's just as slow as I remember, though.

[Eschar]

NG, were the links useful?

[scriver]

It is literally free with a Google account, which is also free

15 GB of storage free, plus whatever you pony up for

I guess i dö have Google drive then

[Naturegirl1999]

NG, were the links useful?

yes, I’m reading them now

[wierd]

*pulls hair very hard*

Out of ... STRAINED... occupational interest, does anyone know how prevalent the incidence rate is for elderly women with pronounced dementia, for *FUCKING FIXATING* on what imaginary children are doing at all hours of the goddamn night, when they SHOULD be trying to get some sleep?

I think I am experiencing caregiver burnout, because right now, I really want nothing more than for a single old lady, who shall remain nameless, to go to god damn sleep, and to stop trying to crawl out of the bed to go mess with imaginary children that do not exist, when she very much cannot walk, and certainly will hurt herself trying. (Not to mention, the very pronounced need that dementia patients have for quality sleep, which she is denying herself, with her absurd fixations about said imaginary children.)

I swear, this woman has tried to get up 6 times in 10 minutes, each time it has been about these goddamn children.

THERE ARE NONE. GO TO SLEEP. There are other people, besides you, that I need to take care of, and imaginary children are incapable of hurting themselves. 

*pulls hair*

I hate it when they assign me back here. (and they do it because the "bopsy twins" can't handle being split up.)


*EDIT*

SPEAK OF THE GODDAMN DEVIL---

That's it. She's gonna sit the night in the wheelchair. I am not stopping every 2 minutes (literally!) to assure her that the kids are fine, and that she does not need to mind them. She can go chase imaginary kids in her wheelchair, and have increased dementia because of her self-imposed sleep deprivation all she fucking wants.

[Kagus]

*pulls hair very hard*

Harder, daddy

[wierd]

It's the #1 reason I keep long hair--- So I can pull on the braid when I get emotionally unhinged.

And this woman has me emotionally unhinged.  THERE ARE NO CHILDREN. GO. TO. SLEEP.

But no, you cannot say that to a dementia patient, it will make them go bananas. In their world, there certainly are children, and you have to play along.  So, I have had to give little white lies about how I put them in bed, and they are just fine-- all while this woman prattles on obstinately that she "Saw the hair" and "Knew they would be up to mess with it" or some such insane dreck.  It is not possible to use reason on somebody who is, by definition, incapable of it. In her little twisted, madness suffused world, that "Hair" is real, and so are the kids that want to play with it. Neither is actually the case, but she can shuffle about impotently in her wheelchair getting crazier instead of sleeping (like she REALLY needs to be doing) all she wants.

[TD1]

I understand how annoying that is.

But it is undoubtedly worse for the woman she used to be.


Also, wierd confirmed for Nynaeve.

[wierd]

Aside from being the wrong gender for that-- I WISH--

If I had anything even close to the One Power at my disposal, I certainly wouldn't be *HERE*, that's for sure.

(If it were still on offer, I would start by claiming the 1 million prize for having a supernatural power, then move on to less emotionally disturbing career prospects.)

[scriver]

Gah. Day started with a broken beer can. In the bottom of the goods cart. Didn't notice until I was out by the drinks section. Had to move every single package on it to get it. Then run out with it to the other end of the store where the sinks are with dripping carton. Then run back with paper to clean it up.

Then I realised that had been leaking all the while carting it out there. So lots of more cleaning.

Worst way to start a day.

[Yoink]

Finished the third season of the show I was watching. Now I am up-to-date and, while there is a fourth season planned, it's anyone's guess when they'll be able to film it - it was supposed to start filming in March this year, but, you know.   
I suppose right now this is a common problem for anyone awaiting more episodes of, well, basically anything live-action.    

[Kagus]

*Sigh*...

I've got a girl visiting, someone I've known for a little while and had a few such dates with. She's nice, but she's also a little bit... Slow.

Not necessarily stupid, she just doesn't really think a lot of things through, because when she does it tends to take a while before she gets the thought through all the hoops.

While that's been interesting enough with covid-19 and trying to make sure she washes her hands each time she comes in from the outside (she does care, her dad's at risk and she doesn't want him to get sick, but she just doesn't remember things very well), this visit has been curious because she:

• Has a cold sore
• Doesn't seem to be the most knowledgeable on how cold sores work
• Keeps forgetting that she has a cold sore

So one thing has been dodging her lingual advances whenever she forgets and goes in for a kiss, but this morning she woke up and decided she wanted veggies and dip for breakfast. Alright. Give me a minute to get everything prepped...

...and then partway through the bowl she double-dips without even noticing. Welp. So much for my breakfast.

And that was pretty much her last piece, she's full now, and the dip's still got 1/3rd left.

I suppose it's on me for not arranging two different bowls for this eventuality, but... Buh.