wonky, that poor baby, mr fix it

I feel sooo much better! I managed to make it to the Urgent Care Center five minutes before closing. This meant a less than five minute wait to see the good dr, who after a 15 second examination confirmed that my pinkish colored eye is in fact….pink eye and prescribed me a tiny bottle of drops. I decided to drop the prescription off at a CVS near the Urgent Care. It was very different from my neighborhood CVS. Two frazzled pharmcists were struggling…STRUGGLING with an extremely large line of sick disgruntled folks. I stood in the “drop off” line, and watched one pharmacist mentally give up the battle and just stand there staring until someone finally came from the back to help them out. The whole place was a lawsuit waiting to happen because under those conditions, I’d be surprised if ONE teeny mistake didn’t slip through. While the pharms struggled with taking in new prescriptions, an annoying alert system proclaiming that there was “one new drive through customer approacing” was about to send EVERYONE over the edge. While I waited as patiently in line as I could, the flourescent lighting sending millions of icy daggers through my infectious situation, two elderly ladies in the “pick up” line got distracted from their dissatisfaction with the wait by another Brit.ney cover. ” That poor baby..why don’t they just leave her alone…they KNOW she’s not right in the head….No, ma’am and its noone’s business is what it is….and they done took her little babies from her…they need to leave her alone…that poor thing…wouldn’t you know it I got two hearing aids last week and I forgot BOTH of them this morning…what did you say? that pooooor baby..” I almost fell through the floor when I realized they werent waiting for a prescription but were tryin to pay for a Wash.ington Post. When they grew tired of discussing Brit.ney, one of them scooted some fifty odd cents on the counter, half of it in pennies and grabbed her paper and they scooted off. Too funny. Even funnier the face of the cashier when he stared at a pile of rusty pennies on the counter wondering where in creation they came from. I was so mad and my eye hurt so bad I didn’t even tell him. I dropped my prescription off, went to the library to return books, grabbed a quick bunless burger for lunch, picked up my eye drops and came home. Before even taking my jacket off, I popped an Aleve, and put in the eye drops. I have to say I could feel the relief as soon as I put the medicine in. I feel SOOO MUCH BETTER. I couldn’t even tell you how much better I feel with the words of a million scribes, thats the extent of the relief I found in that teeny little bottle.

Anyhoo, right now I’m sitting on my couch in some comfy clothes with freshly washed hair, my wonky eye, and a cup of tea. My crazy week is going out on a peaceful note. Knock on wood. I have to say I was more than slightly amused to see the comment from C.omcast on my previous rant. I guess they have some alert set up where anytime someone types “C.omcast sucks” an automated response goes out. Humph. Where was Mr Fix it when I was having issue this week. If only he had picked up the phone and saved me from that darn flautist…..

do overs, comcast sucks, the pink eye, angel wife and more

Ever had one of those days where you felt that if you could JUST start over from the beginning, that all would be well in the world? You get about half way through days like this and give  up because if things continue to progress in the same manner, really, what would be the point of putting forth any effort. SIGH. THIS HAS BEEN MY WHOLE ENTIRE WEEK.  Jesus take the wheel, the keys,the car……heck,drop me off somewhere and please please please pick me up later when order has been restored. I got a call on Monday night telling me that my godfather would be getting buried the NEXT day. Who waits til the day BEFORE a funeral …HOURS even to pass off this kind of information?? My godfather had been ill for the past 20 odd years. Several strokes had rendered him paralyzed, and added to that problems with diabetes, kidney failure…he’s been holding on with the help of a DEVOTED ANGEL WIFE for all this time. She passed last year and he finally crossed over last week. Now, this man had about 9 children, but guess who’s photo he kept in his wallet all these years? Yup, everytime I saw him, he would show me my busted high school photo- the only pic other than his wife- that he kept there. So of course, as late of notice that I got, there was no way in three hells I was tryin to NOT be there. I made some calls to have some folks cover me at the office the next day. I got to the funeral a tad bit late, it was one of the more “interesting” services that  I have EVER EVER EVER been to, and all that I can respectfuly say is that my strong strong desire to be cremated with a small memorial service were just reinforced. One hundred times over.

Moving on.

So of course the day after the funeral-Wednesday-, I had two hundred fifty emails in my inbox at work. Voicemail on my office phone and work cell phone-full. This is where the giving up part comes in because..whats the point. Ifigured I’d go home, get into some comfy clothes and fall asleep on the couch watching cable. WRONG! WRONG! The cable was OUT. Cable, internet AND PHONE- DOA. Of course, calling Comcast won us the privilige of waiting on hold for ONE HOUR AND THIRTY MINUTES. Maybe thats a little misleading to say because it gives the impression that someone picked up after one hour and thirty minutes. No. After one hour and thirty minutes of some damn elevator music featuring a stupid cheerful flautist, we gave up.Cause really, what would be the point.

(Side note.Whoever is responsible for choosing the “hold” music at Comast- I hate you. Dont play some cheerful azz music that brings forth images of butterlies flitting and brooks burbling!! Don’t you know that if your local office wasn’t closed that da*n flute alone would’ve had me in my car on my way there to act a fool!!! With all the foolishness that your customer’s endure- you should be playing something more morose…like a da*n bassoon… )) 

 The next day we were promised a visit out from the tech. Meanwhile, I had awaken to a nicely crusted film over my right eye. Since I had no internet and had some things that I HAD TO GET DONE- I got in my truck with my one good eye and trekked out to Ashburn, where I was treated like a leper as “girl don’t you know you got the pink eye!?” AARRRGGGHHH. I stayed at work for about three hours and then headed home quickly to wait for the tech who did show up at 5:30pm. Apparently, our lovely WMZQ fans next door ran into the cable line or something with their truck and “we tried to tell you we knocked on the door but noone answered”. Maybe the should have tried adveritising it on WMZQ on a commerical break at 4 in the morning. “This just in. Would the people who live at **** please contact your cable provider. I think we fuqed your situation up..just fyi”..yea that would have gotten our attention because hell- we would have already been awake. Buttholes. 

So right now, I am sitting here mapquesting the urgent care center near me to get some drops or something for this infectious eye situation I have going on. Don’t even ask about Valentine’s Day. LOL. I did get a very nice surprise in the mail, but I won’t talk about that because with the week I’ve had I haven’t even had a chance to thank the sender yet, but it did generate a smile in the midst of mayhem. I don’t have a ton of friends, but the ones I have are keepers.

Through all the madness- I am lucky to be alive and lucky to have a new week to look forward to ( hopefully) for another shot at doing it right. Hope your week went well. 

OMG!!!!

Back in the summer of last year on my birthday, I went to a fight party with a couple friends to a big house filled with strangers. Seeing as how it was my birthday, I had a little more than usual to drink. For some reason unbeknownst to me, I ended up in a conversation ( started by me) in which I was discussing why I tended to root for the underdog. Somehow, at a fight party at the end of July, yours truly was engaged in a heated conversation with a total stranger about a team called the New York Giants who would end up winning it all. Of course, I personally don’t remember this conversation, given the intoxicating effects of Ba.cardi Limon, but I have been teased since then about my antics. Who but me gets into talk of football in the middle of July at a fight party? Sigh. Its been a tough season, my friends. A tough season. But, TONIGHT….TONIGHT, on a beautiful Sunday night in February, I can say that I feel vindicated. After months of rooting for Eli, being unwavering in my support- of defacing the whiteboards of everyone in my office with proclamations that the NY Giants are in fact, #1- I, dearlesley, have been vindicated.

I.AM.SO.DAMN.HAPPPPPPYYYYYYY.RIGHT.NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Eli- I KNEW YOU COULD DO IT

PLAXICO- I LOVE YOU!

DAVID TYREE- WHAT?!

MICHAEL STRAHAN- I SEE YOU!!!

NY GIANTS! OOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!

I can’t even talk to y’all right now I’m so damn excited.