who taught you how to count?(say it with attitude)

Leroy...as I refer to him has a bit of a counting problem. Now, to clear things up so you don't think i'm talking about my uncle or a really old woman who was named such because her parents in all honestly wanted a boy, however; refused to accept that they had a boy and in turn named their darling girl Leroy and made her/him...man it's confusing...dress up in overalls, cut her..his...her hair and always pick a girl to skate with during the couples skate at the local roller rink while White Snake played over the booming system. No, in fact i was referring to my work laptop, Leroy. Now, it's quite the dependable guy/thing...man, i have totally screwed myself on gender for the rest of this blog..bare with me. Anyways, he's a good guy...starts up well, shuts down well. He normally can tell me what time it is, and gives me a little heads up if i have email from Brandon, so we can continue our continuous conversations about cycling, and him dominating the west coast in cycling, and about how I'm becoming his biggest fan because I know someday while he's riding for slipstream, and i'm carrying water bottles the Lees McCrae team, he'll remember me, and maybe give me the sweaty face nod as he passes me with the real peleton as they roll through southern cal on yet another hot day in the Tour of California. Anyways, Leroy is good at his job. He has some deficiencies of course. He cannot count. I don't mean like doesn't calculate stuff in MS Excel well...I mean he cannot tell me how much life is left in my battery. Many of you just gave a simultaneous head nod. Why, Leroy...WHY? I reared you better than this. It was me who migrated all the old files from my older beat up T30 IBM Thinkpad, AKA, Vinny, over to you anyways. I told the IT department to bug off, and I'd do it. And this is how you repay me. I unplug the battery, and 10 seconds later you are telling me that your earlier 40 mins left estimation was for the 95th time, "a little off." WHAT? Come on, how hard is it to say, "hey battery...what'd you got left? I need to let Jewels know...he's been asking?" or if you really think that's too much, how about just, "you feeling okay...10/20 mins...how much do ya got?" COME ON DUDE! I applaud the computer's sleek look, and ability to house various prohibited non-work related programs while maintaining 17 excel windows open for me to quickly "alt-tab" over to when someone strolls by my desk so as not to see me reading Velo News. But, I need just a little more from Leroy. I need an accurate count.

If you want more, keep reading, otherwise...have a good one....

I like to give my day in a recap because folks seem to find it amusing:

1- had to sleep in the guest bedroom because apparently my body, and by body, i mean throat does not like pollen, and since i road my tricycle outside in a haze of the yellow powder, i coughed hacked, and snotted pollen all over the place poor mrs. robinson could not sleep.

2- yes, that's me in the civic swerving all over the road heading north on 77. I have to read PRO CYCLING sometime...and if not then, when? In the bathroom?

3- work= amusing as usual...I cannot believe this company makes money sometimes

4- lunch= the same place as usual...because they serve awesome green tea, and give me as much as i want, and the waitress is a huge steelers fan...go steelers

nap time.