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Be that ay, bitch. Ill go use my laptop, then.’w
[Upstairs on my laptop, now.] Oh lord. If there is something wrong with my computer–on top of the recent events of Hairgate–I cannot be held responsible for my actions. I’m just sayin’. There’s only so much a person can be expected to withstand before they crack. Let’s just say I may be showing a few stress fractures, already.
Hey! Guess what happened today! GUESS!
If you answered ANYTHING GOOD, you are wrong, wrong, wrong. Silly.
I was working along like the busy little bee that I am, today, when suddenly my internet connection died. Hrm. That seemed bad. I unplugged and replugged and still my cable modem had only this to say to me:
Well, no matter. Time check: 12:15. I’d stop for lunch, I’d take care of some offline work, and before I knew it, the connection would be back.
I ate. I made some phone calls. I wrote for a while. I checked the cable modem.
I went out into the icy cold, pouring rain for groceries. And a HAT. [Note to retailers: Hi! I don’t particularly wish to look like I’m “in the biz” if you know what I mean, nor do I find “fun fur” an acceptable form of headgear. While I suspect that my Stanford baseball cap may be frowned upon at church on Sunday, you have left me little choice. Which, really, is sad, because I would’ve cheerfully paid any sum of money for appropriate skull camouflage today. Your loss.] After buying a cartful of brown sugar and chocolate chips (“Making cookies?” chirped the cashier… “LOOK AT MY HEAD, WHAT DO YOU THINK?” I shrieked back), I slogged back through the rain, home.
I still had plenty of work to do, but it all involved accessing things online. Gah.
I called my cable company. “Thank you for calling the customer service center! Did you know that you can access us online?” Um, if I could access you online, I WOULDN’T BE CALLING. “If you live in YOURAREA, you are experiencing a known outage! There is no reason to remain on the line!” Oh. Well, then.
I wandered around the house for a while. I read a book for a while, before I went to get the kids and take them to their dad’s. I ran another errand on the way back. I walked into the house.
Somehow, I managed to stay busy until the kids returned. Among other things, a friend called, and I filled her in on Hairgate. This friend was not buying “a complete and utter hair travesty,” however. She wanted details.
Her: Come on, it can’t be THAT bad.
Me: Why not? I contend that it can be.
Her: Did you SAY something, I mean, while you were there?
Me: I was stunned. I was in denial. I was hoping that when I got home and styled it myself, it would be… longer.
Her: You thought it would be LONGER?
Me: Shut up. I was in SHOCK.
Her: Did you tip her?
Me: Twenty percent. Gah. I’ll get it back when I murder her in her sleep. Oh! AND! I made ANOTHER APPOINTMENT!
Me: I was standing there paying and she started talking about how it gets busy around the holidays and she had the guy schedule me in 5 weeks. In 5 weeks I’m just gonna be looking HUMAN again.
Her: Hahahahaha… she saw THE LOOK… she figured she’d get you on the schedule before you could really process what she DID to you.
Me: Yeah, well, I don’t think I’ll be going back.
Her: Mir, seriously, now. Is it a bad CUT, or is it just shorter than you’d like?
Me: It is a bad cut shorter than any human would like.
Her: No, I mean, did she do a decent job at least, just not what you wanted? Or is it sticking out everywhere?
Me: There is not really enough LEFT for it to stick ANYWHERE.
Her: I bet it’s fine–
Me: –IT IS NOT FINE–
Her: –or at least not as bad as you think.
Me: Oh, I don’t think it’s bad. If I was going for a “60-year-old lesbian” look I’d love it.
Her: I’m sure you don’t look 60.
Me: It’s the lesbianism. It ages me. The love of penis keeps you young, you know.
Her: Ooooooookay, I have to go now….
Thankfully the kids came home shortly thereafter, and then I was busy with them for a while. Once they were tucked into bed, it was back downstairs to the computer.
I killed another hour before breaking down and calling the cable company again. I beeped my way through seventy-six automated menus and was finally given a human being. Naturally, she knew nothing. “We are aware of the outage. Our technicians are working on it. No, we do not have an estimated uptime.”
I don’t recall exactly what I said to her, but it was something along the lines of, “I pay a lot of money for this service and I work from home and I have clients depending on me and I have been without internet access for over 8 hours and also my cable is out which means I couldn’t even kill any time watching Oprah and I read an entire book and I still didn’t have access and so I was left to VACUUM and it is a sad sad day when I have to resort to CLEANING so you had best get this connection up and running very soon before I come down there and force you to look at my HAIR.”
A little while ago, my connection came back, but now my computer is acting up. Clearly it is scared of me. Can’t say as I blame it.
But, hey, holy non-sequitors, Batman! Have you been over to Karen‘s today? I love her post–it’s about the things she finds beautiful. It was a much-needed moment of exhalation for me in an otherwise whinetastic day. Or maybe I’m dead inside and was just happy to be able to surf blogs again after a day of withdrawal. Hard to tell.
Hey! Look over there! Something SHINY!