Thursday's all right for fighting

Wow. I'm really starting to feel better. Therapy helped with the urge to bitchslap my boss into next week. It's starting to feel normal at home. I'm going to work on the house all weekend. And I think I'm going to go out this weekend.

And it's warm! I love warm! When the temperature goes above 60 I am happy happy happy.

And it was so nice to work late yesterday to go outside and see that it's still light out at 6:30. Spring's coming, bitches!

So... I haven't talked to my boss about the situation last week. At this point I don't even want to talk to him at all. I think it's that my opinion of him has dropped so much that I don't even feel like bringing him 'round to my way of thinking (that last part's (almost) a song lyric! And! I can't! remember! who? it's on the tip of my tongue... Um. Um. OH! Urge Overkill!).

He also pissed me off when... Okay, let me start at the beginning. I saw that on the schedule one of my books goes on press March 3, which is exactly the weekend my sister wants to come to town. So I asked: am I going on press for my book? I need to know because my sister wants to ask for that Friday off to come for a three-day visit. (This is where I got pissed.) His reply: "I don't know yet. I won't know until that week. I need you to be flexible on that."

Um, okay, THAT's totally considerate.

No more bitching about the boss. Will stop now.

And, scene! (Sorry, I still have some leftover drama geek in my system.) Can't think of anything else to write. And must stop letting anger and work rule life.

Oh! I know! I forgot to tell y'all my comcast story. Last Thursday, I had an appointment to hook up cable, etc. from 2-5. Rushed home from work, taking a half day in a VERY BUSY time. Waited. Waited.

Finally, I got a call at 4:30: dude's running late. Will be there by 6:00... at the LATEST.

So at 7:00 I call Comcast... had to tell several people the story. Finally I sat on the phone while they wrote an email to dispatch to find out why no one showed up (using up 40 cell phone minutes as I have no internet, and thus have no other phone). Finally I got a call at 8ish that no one was coming, would I like to reschedule?

Sure, fuckers, there's nothing I'd like better than rescheduling after taking a chunk of time from work.

So, I'm rescheduled for Saturday 8-11. I decide to just take the a.m. appointment and to leave after to go to Columbia, as my only other options would be to miss more work and wait until the following weekend, which, hell to the no. It's February sweeps! I have tv to watch. And, damn it, I have to have internet. I found myself having to watch tv in the morning to catch the news (I really have a patholgical need to check the news periodically... I think it's a byproduct of 9//11) so I had to watch MORNING TV! And Katie Couric is the spawn of the devil. I don't get — at all — why people think she's cute, outside of her somehow appealing to many giant frightening chiclet smile. Shudder.

So, Comcast (you can see how passionately I'm needing the appointment) calls at 11:30. They're out of DVRs and would like to reschedule. And I lost it. I think I said the word "no" about six times in different inflections, and the phrase "someone needs to get their ass here NOW" came out. I feel bad for being a total bitch, but seriously. Dude.

And then someone came out. He was totally pissed, but again... dude. And the late start made my short visit to the family shorter. And I still need to get that DVR (I thought my replay would be enough but am finding it insufficient. Need to be able to record something and watch something else) which means another call(s) and another appointment(s).

Comcast sucks giant sweaty donkey balls. Seriously.