I'll try. Lesse.
1. There was this time when I went to use the hose and I got sick of seeing the puddle of water leaking out of a pinhole leak, so I cut the hose and repaired it with the same fittings that I'd already used on the hose a few inches down the line. Uh, that went ok.
The next hose repair didn't. I cut off the end of a hose that was leaking and didn't have an extra end, so I wound up robbing one off of another hose which I recently used a new fitting on. So, I swapped one bad hose for another, but I don't need an end on this one right away. I can buy a new fitting and then all will be well in hoseland.
2. I was eating breakfast and I really wanted to call the lab that mistakenly billed me for $377. I got the bill on Saturday when I went down to look for my supplements that I'd ordered. Instead of my happy Amazon order, I got this bill.
I had no choice but to wait until Monday. I wanted to bitch about it to someone, but figured my friends didn't need to hear about it, so I had to compartmentalize it and back burner it for when the billing department opened up on Monday.
That was today. I called in the middle of my breakfast. I couldn't wait.
I didn't want to stress, so I really tried to unwind myself so that I wouldn't come off as a abhorrent asshole. That has its place, but I reserve it for later on in the process, when negotiations break down. Everyone was pleasant enough, and they sounded like they recognized that the fault lay somewhere in their department.
They promised to get back to me when it was straightened out. In the meantime, I will give it no thought. I've got time.
3. I don't know what it is, but if I'm dying, it's really not the worst thing in the world. I can still get up and walk around. Most things still function. I can interact with people in a normal way, and so far I haven't done anything unforgivably awful. At least not lately.
So, I have a semi-ok feeling about remaining in this world a little longer, but am also ok with the whole schmumpy mess just ending. I guess this is about the least grateful gratitude log you're gonna find, and I'm ok with that too.
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