Yup, for the phone numbers. The cell's my personal, but mum's carrying it at the moment, since I know it's number and I can't remember her. Pager's the works, but I still work there. Bastards won't fire me, no matter what I do.
I've a second (third) dish to install at mum's. I just got permission from the coop's council to install it. They wanted to put all kinda restrictions on the install, which I promptly cut off by being an employee of a company that installs the damn things comercially. Idiots.
V2.0 only got the blue belt. V3.0 is still working on the teeth, and still isn't talking yet. Lazy little shite.
As for a visitation, the door's open. I've already got an electrician, and you're a pansy for being afraid of a little loss of traction.
. You couldn't drive any worse that the general retard roadhog up here, trying to get by on 4 seasons.
Oh, Nixy. That little snow threat last week.... had everyone in Ottawa joking about having to pull the troops back from Afganistan to dig out Toronto. Seems they haven't found a new joke yet.