Me....So far

"Ugh, ooh, uh-uh!!!"
We've had some serious internet problems since Thursday. Wouldn't be such a big deal if we didn't sell on eBay. Fortunately, we didn't have hardly anything listed.

I called AT&T Tech Support four different times, spoke to four different Eastern Indian people with thick accents. I have nothing against Indians, Asians, I assure you. Just their accent.

These particular Tech Support people were idiots. The first one was very nice and seemed to be having a great day. The rest just seemed to want to get rid of me since they didn't know how to fix my problem. The last one I spoke to was a chick who was not having a good day.

We went through the same check your line, check your modem stuff. "I'm seeing that you have 0% activity with your modem," she says.

Really. I hadn't guessed.

She suggested another "Let's try plugging this in" routine, we get cut off and she never calls back. That happened to me about three times. "Let's play with everything going into your phone jack so we can get cut off and you can call back so I don't have to deal with you."

While waiting for the chick to call back, I thought. And stared. And played with wires and cords.

Again.

Rearranging some things....Da-da-da-dah! All lights turned green on the modem. Idiot Tech Support....



freaking out....
I finally broke down in front of Shawn. I cried uncontrollably for about, oh two hours. I was freaking out over the internet not working. "It's not this big a deal to get this upset over!" he says.

You don't understand. EVERY day it's something. Something major. "I can't have ONE good day!" I dread buying groceries because I've done it so many times. I hate going to the post office, to the bank. Taking out the trash....Again.

I showed up to work Friday morning in a terrible mood. Everyone knows not to get in my way when I get in this mood. It doesn't happen often, but everyone knows just don't talk to me unless necessary. Don't get in my path, I will mow you down. Don't try to joke with me, it makes things worse.

Everyone knows this. Except for Allan. We've only worked together a couple months since Mike left. Allan kept messing with me. Joking, that sort of thing. He just didn't get it. Don't F with Misty today!!!! Leave Misty alone and back away, back away slowly!!

I perked up a bit Friday evening, despite spending an hour on the phone with Tech Support. I go me some, made Philly Cheese steaks and fries for supper and vegged in front of the TV with my Some.

HA HA


Poison Ivy....
It has spread to my neck, and a tiny bit appeared on my face Wednesday. Allan, who's had Poison Ivy more times than he can count told me that lesser affected areas may take a week to appear. I'd also read that on the internet.

I'm about to peel my skin off. I thank God every day that I stopped biting my nails a few years ago. I snatched a cigarette lighter that had a serrated wheel and vigorously tore at my skin.
"You're gonna make it worse!" someone hollers.
"I don't care!!! This is the best feeling in the world," I say as I create new future scabs. "It's better than sex."

Really. When you itch this bad, there's no better feeling than to scratch it.
Next time I decide to do yard work, I'm gonna hire those annoying ten-year-boys to do it. When they're done, I'll throw some bottles of Calamine lotion at them and send on their way. Then I'll call our home owner's insurance.