Waste a week, waste an hour, what's the difference?

Things always wait to explode until after I take a day off. I came to work today to discover that (a) something has gone wacky on the firewall "protecting" one of my servers (b) users aren't able to get their work done as a result and (c) everyone in the IT area who's supposed to keep that stuff running is off at "training" -- learning how to fuck things up better and faster, I guess.

Since it's nothing I have any control over, really, users just have to sit and spin until "they" come back from their "training."

Did I mention that I've been talking to this woman in Springfield? I emphasize "talking" because apparently that's all she's interested in doing. I've suggested several times that we meet to decide if we want to know each other better, and each time she's firmly said, "no, I want to get to know you better in email and phone first." Her rationale, apparently, is that she "doesn't want to have a bad first date."

So, I guess, instead of possibly "wasting" an hour out of one evening and say yea or nay, she'd rather spend weeks and weeks of my time talking and emailing, and you know as well as I do that she's just using that to come up with reasons to say "no, I don't think I want to meet you after all." Thus wasting hours of BOTH our time.

I'll give her one more week (I'm in no rush because I'm really much more interested in Kelly) and then throw her back in the pond. Oddly, this woman is not one of the pathetic forty-something, never-marrieds who usually have cockeyed dating ideas like these.

As I've said before, though, timidity is not sexy.