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Well, wasn't
today lovely?
I woke up at 10:30am. I've been waking up around that time ever
since last week's ridiculous early morning schedules. I needed
to get out of the apartment even though I adore it here because
I was in it watching TV all day yesterday, and I missed what
fresh air felt like. I go out and clean the snow off my car
and drive off to the gym for my first workout in three weeks.
Yay.
It went pretty well. I didn't bust my ass like I should've,
but I was proud enough that I even showed up. When I left the
gym, I tried to turn my phone back on and nothing happened.
It wouldn't even humor me with a flash of life. I put the battery
on and off, blew on it (because that would do anything), and
still nothing. I could feel it - this wasn't going to be a good
situation. I could JUST TELL that the phone would not turn on
again and everything in it would be gone.
I head on over to the Sprint store where the man behind the
counter says, "The technician has confirmed that the phone
will not turn on." Are you kidding me? I needed a technician
for that? He doesn't get into the phone to see what's wrong.
He can't see if there is something up with the microchips or
whatever the fuck happens in that phone. The motherfucker just
tries to turn the phone on for himself and confirms that it
will not turn on. Thanks, genius. "Well, m'am, we will
replace the phone, but because the old phone won't turn on,
we won't be able to transfer the information on it to the new
phone. So, you'll lose all your phone numbers stored on it."
For those of you who are as speed-dial happy as I am, you understand
how dire this situation is. I don't even know my sister's phone
number. I haven't memorized a number since 1998. I have not
even the slightest clue what numbers I had in that phone that
I may need one day. Last night, I got a friendship-threat from
an old friend of mine whom I never call back warning me that
if I don't return this call, he's never calling again. Well,
now I don't have his goddamn number. Great.
Then I got to experience another one of the billions of pet-peeves
I have: the guy at the sandwich place wanting to make me laugh.
I'm not in the mood to laugh, buddy. You can tell because I'm
not smiling or even making eye contact. I need to my food, then
I need to go wonder how many people in my life I might never
talk to again because of fucking Sprint. The jokes didn't stop.
I wasn't even listening to what he was saying, so when his friend
was waiting for some kind of response - probably a laugh - and
I didn't give it, the other guy said, "I think he was talking
to you."
"Oh. What? I'm sorry, I guess I
didn't hear him." I'm praying he won't repeat himself.
He didn't. I think I finally got my point across that I didn't
want to talk, and I left with a polite thank-you.
I return home to my cozy apartment to find that certain things
are not at all where I left them. My bath mat and towels are
on the other side of the bathroom. The garbage bag is on the
closet. The broom is up against a different wall. My heart drops,
and I literally peer around the two corners of my studio apartment
with my hands up in fists, waiting for someone to jump out.
I look around and nothing has been stolen. Someone has been
in my goddamn apartment. Now, I know that there have been plumbing
problems in the basement and they were concerned that there
was a drip coming from my bathroom, so the landlord probably
had to come in with the plumber to fix it. I know this because
an area on my bathroom wall was taped up where it hadn't been
when I had left. STILL, if the landlord is going to come into
my place when I'm not there, he should call my cell phone or
leave a fucking note. I just left a message on my landlord's
answering machine. Not like he'll call me back.
Oh, he just called back and said he coming back to leave a note.
Well, at least that's settled.
I have work tonight, and I really need to work my ass off and
make good money.
Oh wait, now as I'm writing this, my internet went out. AT&T/Comcast
and Sprint can all die. I hate them. I just want to be technologically
comfortable for one entire day. I want a day where my phone
doesn't die, my cable doesn't go out, and my internet doesn't
cut off for no reason. Being on hold with these damn internet
people is the most frustrating thing in the world. I'm hoping
this problem is with the whole area. Okay, we're approaching
20 minutes I've been on hold. That's okay because at least I
get to hear the on-hold music. Really, that makes it all worth
whilenot.
Aahh...fixed. Let's see what else can go wrong today.
My friend Erin emailed me to inform me that my fish really are
suffocating if I don't get an oxygen pump for their tank or
change their water regularly. See, it seems so logical, but
I didn't think of it. Since their tank couldn't even fit on
oxygen pump, I changed their water today. God, their old water
smelled so unbelievably rank I couldn't even believe it. What
the hell do they do in there that makes it so fucking gross?
Well, now that Jack and Tyson are feeling clean, they jumping
around and playing...or trying to kill each other, whatever
those fighting-fish do. Wow, they LOVE those freeze-dried bloodworms.
Haven't seen them eat like this in a while.
Okay, well, I have an hour before work. Ugh. I'm going to shower.
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