sad and rainy and frustrated.
Sep. 14th, 2006 09:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7Olbermann feels the way I do? Good heavens. Imagine that. Some of us feel betrayed. Never.
And oh yes. The TV at work yesterday kept shrieking about college kids in Montreal getting shot, and I kept sternly telling myself that![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
maggiehoneybite could not have been involved because Montreal's a big place and she goes to a different school, but I was very relieved when I got home and hers was the first post on my flist. Happy birthday, Maggie, and I am happy you did not get shot.
I apologize for last night's voice post. I was frustrated because I knew Z doesn't ever check the answering machine on our house phone and so he wouldn't get my message(s), so I had to leave a message just in case, but I also had to keep calling because otherwise he'd call me back at about 10 pm: "Where are you?" "Did you get my messages?" "Where?"
So I spent 45 minutes redialing. To mix things up, I called his workplace too, because they're often there late on Wednesday nights, but nobody picked up there either. (I thought, poor bastard, nobody's picking up because it's after business hours and the receptionist probably goes home unless she's writing the cover story or something.)
Turns out they'd wrapped up early and he'd gone out for beers with the editor.
I don't mind that, I just mind that 1) we had plans, 2) which involved me calling him to let him know when to get me, and 3) he removed himself from all possibility of communication without so much as giving me a hint of where to start looking for him, and so 4) I sat on the curb by the Departures entrance for almost an hour waiting for him.
I was sort of hoping to get hot hot apology sex or maybe breakfast in bed or possibly even a neck massage or something, or maybe a hug?, but all I got was a few minutes of sheepishness followed by defensiveness. Which wasn't really very satisfying. I like my boyfriend and all, I just need to upgrade a couple of the features here and there. Like the, say, having a working cellphone feature. I pay $90 a month so that we can call each other but his phone never fucking works.
I had a third thing I was going to blog about. Oh yes. Apple. I placed an order with them, for the computer that the saleslady at the store refused to sell me. ("Wouldn't you rather have the smaller one with the DVD burner?" "No, I have three DVD burners." "DVD burners are great! My child got married [ed note: she really said that. "My child". Wow.] and I burned all the photos to a DVD and..." "But I have three DVD burners already." "But I set it to music using Apple's default software! It was such a hit! I don't know how I'd live without my DVD burner." "I'm going to go stick forks in my eyes now." "But if you had yet another DVD burner you wouldn't feel that way!" "Fuck it, the forks are for YOUR eyes, bitch!"] Unfortunately I somehow mistyped my email address. How does one do that? I don't know. So I had to phone up customer service and ask what the deal was.
They claim to have fixed it, but I still can't log in to check my order status.
And then?
They released their new iPods.
Sent me an email (so apparently they do have my email after all?): do you want the discontinued thing you ordered, at full price, or do you want to pay to upgrade to the newer thing, which is cheaper at full price but you lose the discount you got on the order.
What?
Shitty. So after a great deal of struggle (hint: in web forms, do not use the Web Order Number they gave you; use the Apple Order Number. Why? I don't know, but the Web Order Number does not work in Apple's Web Forms, only in telephone conversations with distraught customer service specialists. Seriously, the number of times the woman said "Oh darn! Darn darn! We have to start again! What's your web order number?" ARGH.) I gave up and paid to upgrade to the newer model. But I am still sort of wearied by the whole thing. It takes the shine off spending too much of your money when it is overly difficult to do so.
In general I am weary today, weary and weary, and weary of being weary, and I earnestly do not want to sit for two hours down by the baggage claim... but Z took the car today, and you know, if he gets that new job, he'll have to take the car every day because he won't be on a bus line anymore.
But it still sucks to park at work. So whatever. Nothing can make me happy today.
But I sort of wish something would try.
And oh yes. The TV at work yesterday kept shrieking about college kids in Montreal getting shot, and I kept sternly telling myself that
maggiehoneybite could not have been involved because Montreal's a big place and she goes to a different school, but I was very relieved when I got home and hers was the first post on my flist. Happy birthday, Maggie, and I am happy you did not get shot.I apologize for last night's voice post. I was frustrated because I knew Z doesn't ever check the answering machine on our house phone and so he wouldn't get my message(s), so I had to leave a message just in case, but I also had to keep calling because otherwise he'd call me back at about 10 pm: "Where are you?" "Did you get my messages?" "Where?"
So I spent 45 minutes redialing. To mix things up, I called his workplace too, because they're often there late on Wednesday nights, but nobody picked up there either. (I thought, poor bastard, nobody's picking up because it's after business hours and the receptionist probably goes home unless she's writing the cover story or something.)
Turns out they'd wrapped up early and he'd gone out for beers with the editor.
I don't mind that, I just mind that 1) we had plans, 2) which involved me calling him to let him know when to get me, and 3) he removed himself from all possibility of communication without so much as giving me a hint of where to start looking for him, and so 4) I sat on the curb by the Departures entrance for almost an hour waiting for him.
I was sort of hoping to get hot hot apology sex or maybe breakfast in bed or possibly even a neck massage or something, or maybe a hug?, but all I got was a few minutes of sheepishness followed by defensiveness. Which wasn't really very satisfying. I like my boyfriend and all, I just need to upgrade a couple of the features here and there. Like the, say, having a working cellphone feature. I pay $90 a month so that we can call each other but his phone never fucking works.
I had a third thing I was going to blog about. Oh yes. Apple. I placed an order with them, for the computer that the saleslady at the store refused to sell me. ("Wouldn't you rather have the smaller one with the DVD burner?" "No, I have three DVD burners." "DVD burners are great! My child got married [ed note: she really said that. "My child". Wow.] and I burned all the photos to a DVD and..." "But I have three DVD burners already." "But I set it to music using Apple's default software! It was such a hit! I don't know how I'd live without my DVD burner." "I'm going to go stick forks in my eyes now." "But if you had yet another DVD burner you wouldn't feel that way!" "Fuck it, the forks are for YOUR eyes, bitch!"] Unfortunately I somehow mistyped my email address. How does one do that? I don't know. So I had to phone up customer service and ask what the deal was.
They claim to have fixed it, but I still can't log in to check my order status.
And then?
They released their new iPods.
Sent me an email (so apparently they do have my email after all?): do you want the discontinued thing you ordered, at full price, or do you want to pay to upgrade to the newer thing, which is cheaper at full price but you lose the discount you got on the order.
What?
Shitty. So after a great deal of struggle (hint: in web forms, do not use the Web Order Number they gave you; use the Apple Order Number. Why? I don't know, but the Web Order Number does not work in Apple's Web Forms, only in telephone conversations with distraught customer service specialists. Seriously, the number of times the woman said "Oh darn! Darn darn! We have to start again! What's your web order number?" ARGH.) I gave up and paid to upgrade to the newer model. But I am still sort of wearied by the whole thing. It takes the shine off spending too much of your money when it is overly difficult to do so.
In general I am weary today, weary and weary, and weary of being weary, and I earnestly do not want to sit for two hours down by the baggage claim... but Z took the car today, and you know, if he gets that new job, he'll have to take the car every day because he won't be on a bus line anymore.
But it still sucks to park at work. So whatever. Nothing can make me happy today.
But I sort of wish something would try.
