First random thought: Someone once said to me, “Only you, Allison. Your whole life reads like a sit com script.” One day last week, I had to agree. Sit com moment, you ask? I was leaving a meeting held in a remodeled school building (Sellar’s Gunn for my ABSS peeps) late one afternoon last week. I had to walk down a ramp that was adjacent to an indoor cement stairwell. As I headed out the door, I pulled my iPhone from my back pocket to see if I might be able to catch my intercontinental husband before he called it a night. “Swoop,” out of my pocket and “bam” – onto the cloth doormat. “Thank you, Jesus!” I said out loud as it came to a rest with only a corner hanging over the edge of the concrete precipice. Lucky me! I leaned over to pick it up, feeling very lucky indeed when all of a sudden, water poured over my shoulder and onto my head. That’ll wake you up! Just as I realized that building was not leaking and remembered that I had a cup of refreshing water in the outside pocket of my very trendy, super-duper, organizing tote, the very cup which was the source of my wetness succumbed to gravity and bounced down the stairs – echoing my shame and embarrassment like crashing cymbals…cue laugh track.
Second random thought: Time Warner Cable is going to lose all its business and go bankrupt – at least that is what I hope. It took me over an hour last night to order cable. An hour of my life! A very nice young man explained all the packages to me and finally believed me when I said for the fifth time that I only want basic cable and ShowTime (I am in serious Dexter withdrawal). He quoted me all these prices and we agreed and I was only about twenty minutes into the call, when he said he was going to transfer me to installation to get that scheduled. I asked him where he was physically located. Pakistan. Fascinating. He was far more polite and helpful than the grumpy puss I spoke to at Target this week who told me to “Hollon – who do you wanna talk to?” “Did I dial Target?”
Anyway, I kept my cool until installation asked me all the exact same questions I had just answered, and then told me that in order to actually watch cable or ShowTime on any of my TVs, I have to rent a cable box from TWC for an additional $10 per month per box. So, how can they quote me a price, and then say, that doesn’t include the box? It’s like saying, “This is the price of your dinner. But you must rent the plate for us to serve it on for an additional fee.” If and when there is an alternative…
Third and final random thought: Four dudes and two trucks came to bring our belongs home last week. Between the four of them, in the seven hours they were here, they must have accepted a minimum of 25 personal calls on their cell phones. Granted, a few of the calls happened on their breaks, but at one point, they were hauling my grandmother’s antique sofa up the stairs, when I hear one of them say, “Hang on, man, I gotta take this.” This guy was talking to his wife. At first, I was understanding, then I realized, if this keeps up, they are not going to finish today. Believe me, it’s not the kids who are addicted to being connected – it’s the whole lot of us. Three out of four of these guys was over 30, and it seemed like they were all talking to their wives. Good Lord! – what happened to “being at work?”
Musings 