I got into work this morning and spent an hour trying to get my computer to work. I tried to call our support desk (located in Sacramento) (Sacramento! Closer than India!) , only to learn that they fixed our phones by cutting off our long distance service. (We've just moved offices. Our switchboard was installed in the wrong building.) When I did finally get a hold of them (I used my cell and had them call me back) they agreed that there was in fact a problem, but they didn't know how to fix it.

Then I went to meet with a vendor. Who stared creepily at all of us. But most creepily at me, as he was staring at my chest. (This is included in the list entitled, "How not to get me to buy things from you.")