In case you were hoping to get a little insight into how I live, here's a nice example.
Yesterday, I spent the better part of my morning on the phone with Phonies, trying to get my blackberry set-up. I won't bore you with the details (as I already did that last week), so just know that it was a long and tedious process. I think I may have too much phone, and I'm definitely too old to know how to use it.
As I was saying, my morning went a little bit like this. I woke up, ate some breakfast, turned on the computer, did a little work, and waited for my Phonie rep to call. He never called, so I gave him an hour and called them myself. Then I sat on the phone with three different people for over two hours. On my final call, the customer service lady, who was a delightful woman from Kentucky, wanted to make sure I had internet access. Unfortunately for me, my house is a vacuum of bad signals. I had her on speaker phone and let her know that I was walking to the other side of the apartment (which is a palatial studio), at which point we commenced yelling to each other (that was actually kind of funny).
Then, she told me I should just go outside. To most this might be a reasonable request. For me, it struck fear in my heart. Why? Because I was still wearing my pajamas--and yes, it was noon. Not sure what to do, I told her I'd be a minute. So, I ran into the closet otherwise known as my bedroom (literally) and threw on some clothes. I then yelled out to her that I was going outside. I ran outside, checked the web, and came back in. I told her it was a success, and she said, "Great. You're set."
I had her sitting on the phone waiting for me for more than 5 minutes while I got dressed and ran outside. Did she wonder what I was doing? I certainly couldn't tell her that I was still in my pajamas. That's just embarrassing (even though all the delivery people know what kind of lazy slob I am).
Oh well. Once I was dressed, I suddenly felt like being productive, so I brushed my teeth.
And that's how I live.
Hey boys! I'm available!
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