|Cleaning out the mental attic
||[Aug. 18th, 2008|02:13 pm]
My toad e-mail is back up and running. |
I dunno, this is the second company this month that I had a really, really, really hard time paying. What the heck? Usually it's all I can do to keep them from robbing me blind! Not this company. Of course, it started out my fault, as I closed out the account that auto-paid them...what can I say, they bill quarterly and I forgot. Then, I should have just mailed the damn check. But no, I thought it would be faster if I just called them and did it over the phone. But of course, they only do M-F, bankers hours...and the few times I could remember to do that, I'd just get an answering machine. So, I'd leave a message and wait. And then try to remember...it's been what, 2, 3 weeks. And each time, thinking, just send a check...but I dunno, now that I had invested so much in a phone call...I hated to give up.
So I reach the guy today. Who's been on vacation. And I say "Um, could someone else cover this while you're gone?" Mutter, mutter, mutter. "Well, okay, how about at least changing your voice mail?" Dude! You work for a technology company! Grrr. So, it's back -- but of course, all of my folders are completely empty. Completely. No past e-mails, no addresses, no nothing.
So, if you've been waiting on my reply or action on something...remind me.
Maybe if Freddie Mac and Fannie Mae had less childish, moronic names, they would have behaved like adult financing companies.
I saw a bumper sticker that said "ObamaMama" and I thought...hmmm, cocktail.
I am loving www.failblog.org For starters, it makes me feel better about myself. Now currently nursing an injured toe from the tube of caulk that fell on my foot this morning and carved a divot out of my toe. It's like watching America's Funniest Home Videos without having to endure the inane commentary, stupid sound effects, commercials and other things that distract from the wonderful "wow, that person's more of a f-up than I am..."
I finally spotted a hummingbird at the trumpet vine, which made me happy. I'm sure she's been there, but our schedules haven't meshed and well, I worry about her.
Another Happy: my Nose Pencil Sharpener. (oriental trading and other fine purveyors of crapyoudon'tneed)
MDRF: not ready, not ready, not ready. The next free weekend is November 1st. Augh. Do I blow a PTO so that once, just once in the next two months, I could sleep past 6am, lounge around, read a book laying on the couch, relaxing?
Halloween: DEW. The front yard is still under discussion...it may stay pirates/undersea, Davy Jones locker-y so that we can devote our attention to the side yard, which will become more of a full-fledged cemetery. We now have an abundance of folks who like to show up and hang out in our yard, so we'll set up the side yard so that they can hang out there, drinking and chatting amongst the tombstones. The catch is, though, ya gotta be dead. Pirate, clown, Victorian Matron, I don't care, as long as you're a dead one. You don't have to be gross dead...suitably pale is fine.