Friday, May 25, 2007
My most neurotic post ever (maybe)
Lemme tell ya, if today's any indication of the w/e ahead, I am doomed. I just spent the last two hours on the phone w/ Cingular, spitting all over myself as I sought an answer to my problem (work related.) They had me speaking w/ their highest-level techs, but still, prospects not good. Then, it was in the midst of this that I realized I didn't know where my cell was, though I knew it had to be around here somewhere. While carrying on w/ the tech guy, I had poet-coworker call my phone, which began ringing LOUDLY (horrible default-song that I've been too lazy to change since acquiring phone three months ago) from a location seemingly behind my desk, a big piece of wood w/ a full back that makes collecting fallen items (documents, snacks, lip gloss) near-impossible. But it was my phone! Important! Anyway, while K and I pondered our options, the phone was still going off, and then there was the poor tech who was on the receiving end of my loud and desperate oh-no's. I kept muttering 'I'm so sorry, just a sec here,' mostly unable to hear what he was doing on the other end of the line. Then he put me on hold, as reps are prone to do, promising to return in a minute. Ah, for once, good timing! K rung phone again, w/ the two of us pulling open drawers, pawing through stacks of various stuffs... and then. Then. "Oh god, it's in your pocket." (Well, no, she wouldn't have used 'god' here, but.) Me: "Oh! Indeed it is!" We then proceeded to fall into a fit of hysterics, w/ me eventually finding my way to the corner where I attempted to pull myself together in a 'private' setting. 'course, somewhere in there my tech resurfaced, and I can only imagine how irritated he must've been. Hoping to make up for my unsavory behavior, I thanked him profusely in the end, even though the problem was left unfixed.
Honestly, I should've seen it coming. Ever since I screwed up on the train this morning, rising from an end seat (space-saving springloaded one) on the 5 w/o remembering to grab the seat edge on my way up (this, after watching a man across the way follow the protocol just one stop earlier and thinking to myself 'yes, this time you will get it right), thereby prompting the inevitable BANG as plastic hits wall, I just had a feeling. Then again, it's possible that this self-described 'bad day' is actually an invention, in which case the a.m. train screw-up wasn't an omen, but just me being a dolt.
Because really, I think I must kind of enjoy it when stuff like this goes down. Inventing reasons to get all bothered can be fun. (Whoa, weirdo.) I don't know, maybe I just wanted to react over something small--versus, uh, certain larger issues that have marked the year to date. Plus, unlike most things in this city, it didn't cost me a penny, and I'm all about cheap entertainment.
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Luck of the Oom! :-) Have a great 3 day weekend! KM
You think? Still? After all these years? I suppose not even a cross-country move can lift that curse.