Society for the Preservation of My Sanity

I am not a superstitious person and wouldn't have realized it was Friday the 13th except for seeing one of those news reports that talks about how silly the superstition is and thereby helps remind people to perpetuate it.

Gah.

But, were I to be an actual superstitious person, I might blame today's general yuckiness on the audacity of this Friday to fall on the 13th.

First...I feel LIKE CRAP!! And I mean steamin', smelly, stink-that-sticks-to-your-hair kinda crap. Yeah. It's been bad!

Number one, I think is due to several things...first, it's been coldish and RAINY all day today, which sometimes can make all my joints scream in agony. Today's been one-a them days, yessiree. And the headaches. They've been pulling some overtime today. Not even a break for lunch, mind you! And the overall mind-numbing lack of energy! I'd almost just go right back on my former thyroid meds because of how awful I've felt today (and I might do it yet) but they saaay it should take at least six weeks to notice a change in thyroid meds, so if I DO switch back, I'd be scolded and talked to like I'm an idiot for thinking the med change is already affecting me.

But then again...when they first gave me the radioactive iodine to kill out my overactive thyroid gland, they told me it'd take at least three months before I'd need to start meds....and I was on a dose of thyroid meds within two weeks.

Hmmm....

Then the interesting (although infuriating) news I've had today about this whole dsl fiasco.

Okay, so anyhow, the next 13th giveaway was when I called to set up a free dialup account. The lady told me, again, what the notes on our dsl workorder said....not available, blah, blah, blah...out of service area, blah, blah, blah...trying cutaround, blah....sent to engineers, blah, blah, bleck.

A few hours later I got a call from someone in the local office. It was some dude named Tony telling me the dsl thing "looks like it's not gonna happen". I questioned him, trying not to get all bent out of shape since I was already contorted from aching all over and it would really hurt my head lots more if I had to yell at someone. He then said to let him contact the engineer's office again just to be sure.

In about 30 minutes, he calls back to tell me, nope. They can't do it. So then I DO allow a rise in my voice because, let's face it, I'm gettin' pretty bothered about this mess. I ask him why the guy Tommy signed up with in the first place told us we could get dsl after checking our phone number. A nice, polite answer basically saying he didn't know and he was sorry about that. (uh, that's nice, but it doesn't tell me anything) Then I inform him that we bought a router and a lengthy piece of ethernet to use this dsl service that we were assured we could get, but now can't. Again, he's very sorry about that. I restate to him again that we purchased this stuff solely for using with the dsl service, does he understand the outlay of money we made just because we'd been assured we could get dsl???? He does, and still in the polite voice, he tells me to let him contact his boss and he'll call me back.

He never did. I 'spect he will tomorrow. Or not. Who knows? At this point, it would seem NO ONE knows. I don't know whether to be pretty angry about being fibbed to or what!! I mean, that in itself is pretty annoying, but not much more EXCEPT that we have been shipped this dsl modem AND WE'RE NOT GOING TO PAY FOR IT IF WE CAN'T USE IT!! Capice?

The boxes it came in are long gone by this point and I don't really feel like going to a lot of trouble to repackage the thing myself. Maybe if they can't deliver as promised, they'll send a post paid box to ship it back in. At this point? I don't care!

Tommy made an appointment for Corey with the hair-stylist galfriend of this guy he works with. I hate it when he gets involved in this stuff he knows nothing about. I've cut Corey's hair myself for the past 9 or so years. Til he got all teenagery and wanted to get a different style. (this barber only knows one style, ya see) Then I took him to the gal who has cut my hair for over a decade and that was all fine. He really liked what she did and she was EXTREMELY reasonable about the price, too. But then when he started working, it was next to impossible to get him an appointment. I would trim around his neck and ears, but he'd wiggle and squirm and hunch down like I was going to do some irreparible damage to his head and I got sick of that pretty quick.

His hair's needed some attention for awhile, so Tommy comes in with his big solution making the child the first available appointment, and not with this lady who cuts the co-worker's hair (and his hair always looks great), but with the lone dude in the salon and guess what? He calls to inform me that I have to take him!

See? Now THAT'S what ticks me off about the situation. When it was Tommy making appointments AND delivering children to them, that's fine and dandy. But then he starts this garbage. So I wad myself up, try to make my head as unfrightening as I can without the assistance of makeup (because let's face it, just combing the hair was painful enough!) and I bundle myself up and go out in the rain and cold to drive across town for this salvation hair cutting.

GAH! I don't feel like going in, so I don't, but try to explain to Corey how to describe what he wants to this guy remembering some of the funky cuts I had gotten the few times I went to the shiek salons back in the day.

He comes out with basically the same head of hair he went in with, neater around the neck and ears, but otherwise, not really changed at all...and we're fifteen bucks poorer.

GAH! I hate for myself to get a haircut that is barely noticable, and even more so for the boys to do that. Sheesh.

Corey thinks it's wonderful, though, so I am trying not to say much. The gal I go to would have done a ton better job and cost us five bucks less.

That's what happens when men decide to mess where they got no business. *siiiigh*

Okay...I gotta go. My head's just thumpin'. Casey's gone to a movie with a friend and his family. Tommy's fiddling with making up CD labels in the other room and of course calling for me to come look every now and then. Corey's in his room talking to a friend. I think I'm going to call it a night....mare.

Ha.

Hope your one-three was lots better'n mine! :)