Greetings from Bronchitis Land

Greetings from Bronchitis Land



aka my bed, where I have been for the past three days. The sum of my time here has been spent...

...forming dreads (not on purpose!)...



...knitting a sock...



...and drinking tea.



That's pretty much it.

Warning: F-bombs abound below...

Yesterday had a rather interesting start. I woke up, and did not feel well enough to go into work, so I went to call in. I find out that my Nextel service has been shut off. I'm changing providers, and it was supposed to be shut off on Sunday. So, I take my new cell phone out of its box and see that it has to be activated from a land line...which I do not have. The number I had to call was an 800 number, so being resourceful I threw on a polar fleece over my pjs and went down to the local gas station to activate the phone.

Nothing is that easy.

Keep in mind that I have severe, severe laryngitis. Speaking at an audible level for someone to hear me over the phone, pretty much requires monumental screaming effort on my part.

I get a hold of a representative who cannot find my number. Asks if it might be under another name. I tell him to try my husband's and there it is. He tells me that he needs to speak to my husband in order to activated the account. I tell him that my husband is in China until Monday. He tells me that he cannot help me. I tell him that I have to call in to work, and that my phone service has been shut off and I'm standing in a gas station in my FUCKING pajamas and what am I supposed to do? I apologize for shouting and tell him that I realize that this isn't his fault alone, but his company has made a mistake by canceling my old service too soon. He tells me to hang on a minute.

I hang on for more than a minute.

He comes back and tells me "Unfortunately there is nothing we can do to activate, blah blah blah..." I start seeing red. I ask what security questions about my husbands account do they need to know, because I would probably know the answers. He tells me that he can't ask me, he has to ask my husband. I tell him that that's fucking ridiculous, because we're speaking over the phone, and how the hell would he know the difference if I just called up, spoke to another rep and pretended to be my husband? Every time I ask him a question he launches into "Unfortunately..."

By the fourth "unfortunately" I slammed the phone down.

By that point I had shredded whatever whisper of a voice that I had left. I didn't know what to do. So I drove to work, in my pajamas, tried to explain why I was in my pajamas and my voice just gave out. So I had to go through the slightly humiliating comedy act of writing this whole ordeal on little slips of paper, much to my co-workers amusement. I had to call in today as well, which I had to pre-plan for by asking one of my co-workers to check his Facebook account before he went in, because I have no phone. I asked him to message me back if he received my message alright, and he never did. I have no idea if my manager knows what's going on - so hopefully I don't get fired!

So here I sit. Desperately ill, alone and possibly jobless.

Matt comes home from China tomorrow. I can't wait!

Today I'm grateful for my super cuddly cats and my f-ing great sense of humor. HAHAHA! What are you grateful for today?