I've had a crazy week. Not a bad week, just a week of many things, some good and some bad.
I got accepted into the college program I applied to. That's good news. It does come with a lot of paperwork and a to do list. That's okay though.
I got a new phone, a really nice one. So that was cool. After I got it, I had to break into almost every one of my online accounts because I forgot I had 2 Step Authentication linked to my old phone number. I wish someone had mentioned that at the store. Not their fault, but still, a good store would think of these things and warn customers.
A couple days after we got the new phones we looked at our statements online and realized the person who sold us on the phones and the television service was full of bologna and didn't know what he was talking about. To make a long story short, he offered us prices, packages and services that couldn't be found anywhere. So my poor husband had to work his way through about eight or ten different agents before he could find someone who was willing to just cancel the television installation instead of harassing him. I listened in on these conversations. I believe the company hires people who can barely speak English and then does little to teach them professional mannerisms. One of them went so far as to disregard a direct order from my husband given multiple times in a row at high volume. "What part of, 'Cancel my installation,' don't you understand?"
Today I realized it's Thursday and I thought it was Wednesday, and tomorrow I'm having a large group of people over for the evening. This means tomorrow morning will be a wild frenzy of cleaning. That should settle my nerves if nothing else does.
Meanwhile, my cat screams at me because I'm tired of throwing a big wad of string down the hallway. He fetches. Like a dog. He cries and whines and the time and he is always bored. He almost ripped my arm off today when he saw a bird. Then he wriggled out of his harness and I had to snatch him up and carry him into the house. When we got inside he raced to the litter box as fast as he could and went potty. Then he came out and howled in a low voice at the sliding glass door.
I need a spa day, no kids allowed.
I got accepted into the college program I applied to. That's good news. It does come with a lot of paperwork and a to do list. That's okay though.
I got a new phone, a really nice one. So that was cool. After I got it, I had to break into almost every one of my online accounts because I forgot I had 2 Step Authentication linked to my old phone number. I wish someone had mentioned that at the store. Not their fault, but still, a good store would think of these things and warn customers.
A couple days after we got the new phones we looked at our statements online and realized the person who sold us on the phones and the television service was full of bologna and didn't know what he was talking about. To make a long story short, he offered us prices, packages and services that couldn't be found anywhere. So my poor husband had to work his way through about eight or ten different agents before he could find someone who was willing to just cancel the television installation instead of harassing him. I listened in on these conversations. I believe the company hires people who can barely speak English and then does little to teach them professional mannerisms. One of them went so far as to disregard a direct order from my husband given multiple times in a row at high volume. "What part of, 'Cancel my installation,' don't you understand?"
Today I realized it's Thursday and I thought it was Wednesday, and tomorrow I'm having a large group of people over for the evening. This means tomorrow morning will be a wild frenzy of cleaning. That should settle my nerves if nothing else does.
Meanwhile, my cat screams at me because I'm tired of throwing a big wad of string down the hallway. He fetches. Like a dog. He cries and whines and the time and he is always bored. He almost ripped my arm off today when he saw a bird. Then he wriggled out of his harness and I had to snatch him up and carry him into the house. When we got inside he raced to the litter box as fast as he could and went potty. Then he came out and howled in a low voice at the sliding glass door.
I need a spa day, no kids allowed.
Wacky Week
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Reviewed by Samantha Jayne Frost
on
March 21, 2019
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