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Here's a rundown of the week I just had. Keep in mind, I'm trying to housesit for my parents (who are now back home thank you Jesus) who were in Taos all week. They live across town from me and have shitty, intermittent internet connection. Being at my parents house can be a little stressful sometimes. She has two dogs and two cats and they drive me a little nuts because they are not disciplined in the least.
And while this is going on, I'm trying to keep an eye on my friend's cats. My friends are at Pennsic. Their cats have food without my going over there, but I give them treats and tuna and some cuddles.
And go home every now and and then to water my plants and my garden.
MONDAY: I don't want to make a huge deal out of this here, but I had a cancer scare late last week and I was waiting on the results of a biopsy. I don't have cancer. However, I didn't know this as of Monday. Call Time Warner Cable and schedule a truck to come out.
Tuesday:Truck comes out to fix the internet connection. He shows up at the exact same moment my grandmother's nurse next door blows the fuse in the kitchen in my grandmother's house. Guys "fixes" the Road Runner line. Works for five minutes after the guy leaves. I have to go dick around with my grandmother's fuse box before driving over to my house. Set sprinklers. Head over to Pennsic friend's house to feed cats. On the way over, the doc's office calls me to tell me I've evidently evaded the Grim Reaper for yet another hour. Finish up and head back over to the other side of town. Schedule another truck roll.
Wednesday: Another TWC truck shows up. Lather, rinse, repeat. Spend part of day on help line to TWC. I should add that these fuckers gave me a TWELVE HOUR WINDOW in which to expect their tech to show up. TWELVE FUCKING HOURS. The whole time I'm reminding myself I don't have cancer. Which is probably the whole reason I have not had a meltdown by now. I did NOT schedule a truck roll because after sitting around all day waiting for them to show up, I had shit I had to do on Thursday.
Thursday: Recieve garbled message from unknown number while running errands. Ignore it. Turns out to be a tech looking for the house, which I found out on Friday. Go back over to the house and visit friends while the kids play a bit. Take care of friend's cats. Run sprinklers. Take kid to ballet later.
Friday: Schedule another truck roll. They're all like "we had a guy trying to come there yesterday." Apparently the garbled mystery call was from them. I told them I would not have agreed to another TWELVE HOURS of waiing for them to get what would probably be a non result. Sorry, but their track record for fixing shit sucks. I wasn't nasty, but I was honest. I never agreed to a Thursday truck roll. They came out with a truck and once again the very nice man failed to fix the line. In fact, now it was completely and steadily dead.
Saturday: They sent this surly turd of a technician out and we hated him. In fact, he tried to get out of doing ANYTHING. He tried to slip out on the job, if you can believe it. Husband wasn't having it. Ironically, the guy may have actually managed to fix the cable. So if being a turd gets your service fixed, I guess I'm okay with his being a turd.
We're supposed to go home tonight and then my parents call and their flight home has been cancelled. So an extra night at the parents. Sigh.
Husband and daughter head over to the movies to watch the Smurfs and I head over to my place to grab some stuff we need and go visit the cats.Storm blows in as I'm getting home. I pull in and a huge bolt of lighting strikes over my head and I wisely decided to stay in the van and wait out the storm. I'm hanging out in the van, and it blows over eventually and I get out and walk out to the end of my driveway because I hear sirens and the house four down from me is completely engulfed in flames.
Ooookay. Insert obligatory freaking out and clusters of panicked neighbors running hither and yon. I accidently said "Oh, holy shit!!!" in front of my extremely hardcore Baptist next door neighbor lady. That house and the one behind it in the nearby neigborhood are now smoking craters. And not to make light of this awful situation...nobody got hurt in either house, thankfully..I am now trapped on my street (which is a cul de sack) by two police cars, two ambulances, and four pumper trucks.
Some four or five hours later, I make it my friend's house to check on their cats, much MUCH later than I had planned. I mean, it's okay, clearly other people had way bigger problems in that one night than I had all fucking week. I'm not complaining. I'm just saying that I was pretty tired at this point.
Meanwhile, my mother and father are booked into a hotel by American Airlines. The three rooms adjacent and near my parent's room are being used by a gang of extremely low end prostitutes to evidently run some sort of assembly line on the smoking and loitering johns in the hallways and parking lot. These are not high priced "escorts." No, these are hos, skanks, and cheap, cheap women.
Sunday: Today was pretty nice, other than someone passing out in church this morning right in front of me. She's okay. We called 911 and they came out, but she seemed fine. I hope it was just the heat and humidity. It wasn't hot at all inside, but the air is hard to breathe lately.
My mom called me a little while ago to say they got home okay. She took off her clothes, which she never changed, and left them on the porch before going into the house for fear of vermin and pestilence. I'm home now, too.
In Other News: A little while ago, I found a tick. On my junk. Again.
And while this is going on, I'm trying to keep an eye on my friend's cats. My friends are at Pennsic. Their cats have food without my going over there, but I give them treats and tuna and some cuddles.
And go home every now and and then to water my plants and my garden.
MONDAY: I don't want to make a huge deal out of this here, but I had a cancer scare late last week and I was waiting on the results of a biopsy. I don't have cancer. However, I didn't know this as of Monday. Call Time Warner Cable and schedule a truck to come out.
Tuesday:Truck comes out to fix the internet connection. He shows up at the exact same moment my grandmother's nurse next door blows the fuse in the kitchen in my grandmother's house. Guys "fixes" the Road Runner line. Works for five minutes after the guy leaves. I have to go dick around with my grandmother's fuse box before driving over to my house. Set sprinklers. Head over to Pennsic friend's house to feed cats. On the way over, the doc's office calls me to tell me I've evidently evaded the Grim Reaper for yet another hour. Finish up and head back over to the other side of town. Schedule another truck roll.
Wednesday: Another TWC truck shows up. Lather, rinse, repeat. Spend part of day on help line to TWC. I should add that these fuckers gave me a TWELVE HOUR WINDOW in which to expect their tech to show up. TWELVE FUCKING HOURS. The whole time I'm reminding myself I don't have cancer. Which is probably the whole reason I have not had a meltdown by now. I did NOT schedule a truck roll because after sitting around all day waiting for them to show up, I had shit I had to do on Thursday.
Thursday: Recieve garbled message from unknown number while running errands. Ignore it. Turns out to be a tech looking for the house, which I found out on Friday. Go back over to the house and visit friends while the kids play a bit. Take care of friend's cats. Run sprinklers. Take kid to ballet later.
Friday: Schedule another truck roll. They're all like "we had a guy trying to come there yesterday." Apparently the garbled mystery call was from them. I told them I would not have agreed to another TWELVE HOURS of waiing for them to get what would probably be a non result. Sorry, but their track record for fixing shit sucks. I wasn't nasty, but I was honest. I never agreed to a Thursday truck roll. They came out with a truck and once again the very nice man failed to fix the line. In fact, now it was completely and steadily dead.
Saturday: They sent this surly turd of a technician out and we hated him. In fact, he tried to get out of doing ANYTHING. He tried to slip out on the job, if you can believe it. Husband wasn't having it. Ironically, the guy may have actually managed to fix the cable. So if being a turd gets your service fixed, I guess I'm okay with his being a turd.
We're supposed to go home tonight and then my parents call and their flight home has been cancelled. So an extra night at the parents. Sigh.
Husband and daughter head over to the movies to watch the Smurfs and I head over to my place to grab some stuff we need and go visit the cats.Storm blows in as I'm getting home. I pull in and a huge bolt of lighting strikes over my head and I wisely decided to stay in the van and wait out the storm. I'm hanging out in the van, and it blows over eventually and I get out and walk out to the end of my driveway because I hear sirens and the house four down from me is completely engulfed in flames.
Ooookay. Insert obligatory freaking out and clusters of panicked neighbors running hither and yon. I accidently said "Oh, holy shit!!!" in front of my extremely hardcore Baptist next door neighbor lady. That house and the one behind it in the nearby neigborhood are now smoking craters. And not to make light of this awful situation...nobody got hurt in either house, thankfully..I am now trapped on my street (which is a cul de sack) by two police cars, two ambulances, and four pumper trucks.
Some four or five hours later, I make it my friend's house to check on their cats, much MUCH later than I had planned. I mean, it's okay, clearly other people had way bigger problems in that one night than I had all fucking week. I'm not complaining. I'm just saying that I was pretty tired at this point.
Meanwhile, my mother and father are booked into a hotel by American Airlines. The three rooms adjacent and near my parent's room are being used by a gang of extremely low end prostitutes to evidently run some sort of assembly line on the smoking and loitering johns in the hallways and parking lot. These are not high priced "escorts." No, these are hos, skanks, and cheap, cheap women.
Sunday: Today was pretty nice, other than someone passing out in church this morning right in front of me. She's okay. We called 911 and they came out, but she seemed fine. I hope it was just the heat and humidity. It wasn't hot at all inside, but the air is hard to breathe lately.
My mom called me a little while ago to say they got home okay. She took off her clothes, which she never changed, and left them on the porch before going into the house for fear of vermin and pestilence. I'm home now, too.
In Other News: A little while ago, I found a tick. On my junk. Again.
what a week! Glad everyone's alright-- and alive? 
Hope your parents and friends had good times where they were at, and that you got a tip! 
Keep your fingers crossed I don't get sick from it. 
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