Anyway, here it is for ill or nill. My second English Comp paper. It’s supposed to be a 3 page summary of Margaret Mead’s “Sex and Temperament”. Interesting material when I’m not trying to dissect it.

I called Circuit City to ask about that guy who was supposed to call me, and they said that he hadn’t come in and that they couldn’t find him. I spoke with the manager directly, explaining my problem. I was called back a little while later by a young lady saying that he had told them that he had told me to bring my car in Wednesday or Thursday morning...which, is crap because I firmly remember him telling me he was booked up all for Monday and he’d go in to Sam’s Audio early and get the part he needed, and call me at nine to get it installed. I asked if I could make an appointment for Wednesday morning at open. Then after thinking about it, I called Sam’s Audio asking if they had a similar stereo system, and how much it’d be to install it. They gave me a quote and I made an appointment for this morning at 9. I was so furious and anxious about the whole thing, that I gave myself a panic attack. My doctor had given me some pills to take when I have a panic attack, so I broke the pill in half and took half of the pill, hoping it’d help to calm me down.

….I broke out in a clammy sweat all over my body, it was very hard to breath, I was dizzy and drowsy and nauseous, I got the shakes, and everything, even sitting in my chair and staring at my monitor, was taxing. I finished the work-load for Saturday’s mail (God knows how), and told Lo that I had to go home. The girls looked at me and told me they were not comfortable with me driving myself home, because I’d gotten very pale and just didn’t look good at all (not to mention that I’d gotten deathly quiet the moment the pill kicked in, and they know that means I’m really not feeling good). So, I called my Aunt Carolyn and asked if she could come and pick me up. She said she’d come with Uncle George, and she’d drive me home while he followed in their car. I am glad they picked me up too, because I kept feeling like I was going to throw up at every turn. I got home, made myself some dry toast (the girls had recommended it) and went to bed. It felt like I wasn’t really sleeping, you know? Like I was motionless and my eyes were closed, but I was aware of everything. And yet, it was like no time had passed. I have to admit, other than feeling like my stomach was made of lead, all the other symptoms (save the grogginess of course) went away. So maybe it’s just that I couldn’t be up and moving around under those meds…lots of good that’d do me.

Around 6, my parents called – and I thanked God I’d had the good sense to keep my phone with me. I talked with them for a bit and then, I think I fell back to sleep. I woke up again around 7ish. I got up, ate a bit, watched some TV (mostly my Daria DVDs), and worked on organizing the pictures for the Mecha Con Scrap book. I did get some of my clothes washed, but I went to bed right after my shower.

I only took half of that pill, and I still feel drugged. But I felt well enough to come in to work and bring my car in, and the whole mess is over. This morning, after I dropped my car off, I texted people….because I was bored just sitting there. I hadn’t thought to bring something to read. Reiko was busy at work, Chibi was at chapel, and only asked texted back to ask when I was going to Arkansas. Scamp, got my text message and called me! We talked…for about 45 minutes or so. Which was sort of funny, since she’s spending time with her honey, Brian. I hope he didn’t mind =..= Still, after I hung up, we were still texting. Twas amusing...even if I was still bored all by my lonesome.

Now, the only thing I have to worry about for my trip, is packing! I’m so ready to just be gone! Tonight, I’ve gotta finish packing, load up the car, wash the dishes and try to straighten up some, make sure TomTom’s all ready to go, and...and….ummm….oh! Wrap Mom’s gift =..= Yeah, I got her the card, made it all out for her and I even used my stamps on the gift box, but I’ve yet to actually wrap the gift. Nice right? Doh...

I put my jeans on to wash this morning when I got up, and then when that was done, I put them on to dry. That’s the only reason I couldn’t finish packing last night. My jeans (the most integral part of my wardrobe) were still in the dirty clothes pile. Dad left a pair of his jeans and a shirt behind, so I need to remember to bring that too. My brain keeps going through all of the things I need, and I’m like “Can I pack that yet...I don’t think I need it, so I think I can.” And then I keep reminding myself, “Don’t forget Wednesday, after you use that, you’ll need to pack it.” It’s insane. I’m thinking of bringing the little thing of Folders coffee...I know my Dad doesn’t drink coffee as much as when I was there. So, it’d be a good idea to be prepared.

Oh well.. I can’t think of anything else, and there’s work that needs doin’. I’ll talk later, Sunshines.

There were several charges for AP9*Shoppingessential and AP9*Passporttofun+ ...and I had no idea what this was, much less why there were charging me multiple times for $1.00, $8.95, $9.95 and $5.95. So I call up my bank and ask very politely “What the hell?” and they direct me to a claims handler that I need to speak to who can see the entire name of the company and their phone number and all. So I call him up and he gives me the Shopping Essential number. So I call up and speak to Mona (employee number 26371) and ask here very politely “What the hell?” and she says that Pyramid Collection signed me up to Shopping Essentials and I have been billed monthly by them since January...right about now, I was ready to drop the politeness and just throw in some expletives. But I didn’t. She then tells me that Passport to Fun+ has been charged since June...So, I then tell Mona to cancel my account on both of them, to which she does, though it takes her a while since it’s two services. She and I chat about the weather, and I bear with it just because it isn’t her fault her company’s scamming me. Then she tells me to have a nice day...

/sighs. Well at least now I know that I have to watch Pyramid Collection and my bank statement after I’ve made purchases because evidently they do that often by tricking you into clicking on “rebates”. These two things are evidently memberships that allow you to save money on certain things you buy. Thing is, they never sent me an e-mail about my membership or how to use it. Not to mention somehow hiding the charges, since I check my bank account religiously. It just ticks me off that people do that.../sighs.

In other news, my Mom informed me yesterday that my Dad called my Uncle Steve and told him never mind about painting the house. I’m a little bummed about that…but at this point, as long as it gets done, I really don’t care who does it. Dad argued that he’s puttying holes, sanding the walls, cleaning the walls, and priming the walls and if he’s going to go through that much trouble he doesn’t see why he should pay someone else to roll paint on the wall. He can do it himself. Which...is fine with me as long as he does it right. The $200 that I had set aside to help them with the charge has now gone into the order I placed on Amazon…mentioned above.

This afternoon we’re going to get paint and maybe some crown molding to separate the kitchen and living room a bit. He said that he’d be priming today...I doubt he’d be able to get it all done, though it might just be that I’m underestimating him. I think he can if he sets his mind to it...but Dad not only has ADD he’s a procrastinator so...yeah. Sometimes I’m not as confident in his focus. He did seem very sure that he’d be able to do it all though...and that’s good. 

We’re also going to look at laminate / rug floors that look like hard wood floors. I really would rather the rug since it’s cheaper and lower maintenance. It’s just as pretty too, if it’s installed correctly. He has all this week so I don’t see why we shouldn’t be able to knock this out. The only issue is the money issue =..= Meh, I get paid next Friday.

All I have to do is survive till 5 o’clock (as is always the case). /looks at clock. Dangit, why can’t you move faster? Ah well. I’ll write later, Sunshines.

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You’d think I woulda learned, no? Nothing is every that easy. AMOS is back. AMOS is running just fine…AMOS cannot connect to the internet. I have tried – 

1) Reseting the Modem twice 
2) Turning AMOS off and reseting the modem then turning AMOS back on 
3) Calling the techs and letting them ‘send a signal to the modem’, then turning off AMOS, unpluging the cabel wire that goes to the modem and restarting everything 45 seconds later.

None of these things have worked, and I’ve lost the phones each time I’ve done it (mostly because the phones, tv and internet are all connected. All of these things I have tried, and none of these things have worked. It’s time to send tech guys in and let them work their magic, cost be damned. On the bright side...AMOS is running very nicely in all respects and all that crap that was by the clock is now gone, save for the Sound and Hardware Remover buttons.

In other news, Lori (our head QA nurse) has loaned me season 4 of the X Files. I watched five episodes last night...and I called Scamp when I was winding down because I just didn’t want to be alone >,< Lori was telling me that it was a lot like Supernatural only broader. I’ve found that while both series share simularities, X Files is all over the place and delving into all paranormal phenomenons (as well as a few sick and creepy things)...and it’s funded by the government. Supernatural is more localized and tries to only deal with the supernatural...Still. Both seasons are cool. I just like Supernatural better because I’m into paranormal more than sci fi and...creepy.

Scamp told me she is almost finished with my next two drawings (while she was playing Adventure Quest with Billy Goat -.- I miss rpging!), and that she’ll be sending them by…soon (eventually)…along with a surprise...that’s ‘cute’. >.> …….<.< Mmmhmm. We shall see.

I swear, you guys. One of these days, I will post after 5 and you will know that I have internet at home. Oh well. S’all for now. Ja.

 

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Beware, for I am: Drained

Thank God that today is ending. /Sigh I've gone from anger, to frustration, to depression, to resignation, to sardonic humor, and at this point, I’m just too damn tired to feel anything. So. And update from when I last left you. I finally got in touch with this Think All Publishing place. Turns out, I’ve been billed at least 3 times a month since November. So all-in-all, I’ve lost about $180 to these people. It’s times like these when I wish I could just forget all about my Christianity. But then I remind myself that I walked right into this scam and there really is nothing I can do but be resentful. And what good would that do me in the long run? So, aside from being extremely disappointed in myself for allowing myself to be duped (Paul did say to work hard that no one should deceive you after all), that crisis is pretty much averted. On the good end of the spectrum, I did get my income tax checks in, and they were enough to make the Think All disaster virtually ineffective on my account. During my call to the Think All people, I politely requested that they cancel my subscription (or whatever it is they call it), and have received an e-mail verifying said cancellation. That doesn’t mean I won’t be looking for these people on my next bank statement, but at least I have an e-mail as proof now that it should be canceled.

After dealing with that unpleasant matter, I settled in to watch Robotech. A full start-to-finish thing ending whenever I should finish the Invid saga. I was interrupted half way Mom. Sees Bub (my brother in Oklahoma who’s in college) has found this new thingy called a Green Dot card. Basically he has this card that he bought from Wallgreens, and you can put any amount of money on the card and it only cost like $4.95 to reload it. So, he figures if we get a Green Dot card, and load it, then transfer the money he needs for rent and tools (usually a once-a-month expense but lately, who can say?), it’d be easier than sending said cash in cards. Mom likes to get encouraging cards and send the cash in those. The cards are thicker so they hide that there’s money in them and all that. Plus it’s just sentimental. Well, Mom’s very dubious about the whole thing. Why? Because Bub said three little words…It’s Really Easy. Any time someone remarks on how easy a process is, it will invariably become a troublesome process when my mother tries it. It’s not really her fault. She’s just not very inept when it comes to learning new things. She forgets everything too, so when it comes to doing something she hasn’t done recently, she forgets that too.

So, we head on down to Walgreens and we pick up the card right away. We ask the cashier about the whole process and she flippantly tells us that it’s easy and it’s outlined on the back of the card. We shopped a bit for some other things that we needed. Nothing big, just little things, you know. Then we headed to McDonnalds. Mom wanted a vanilla ice cream cone. The nearest one said their ice cream machine was down, so we went all the way on the other end of town to get one. Their ice cream machine was down as well. Turns out they clean their ice cream machines all on the same day. Today. So they were all down. Aggravated Mom to no end, I tell you. So we ended up going to the Snow ball stand not two streets over from our own. I got a snow cone (Coffee flavored with condensed milk) and Mom finally got to have her ice cream cone. We came home, turned on the watering hoses so the flowers could get a good drink, and set about the arduous task of this ‘easy’ Green Dot card.

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Don’t you know...it wouldn’t work. We tried doing it over the phone. We tried doing it on the net. We tried putting in several different numbers (they gave us 2 receipts with numbers, maybe those were the correct numbers) we put in Bub’s card number, we put in our card number. Finally Bub calls. Mom tells him the situation and says she’s gonna call the store manager and see what he thinks. He tells us to come down to the store (again) and he’ll do it right from the store.

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He couldn’t do anything with it. That made me very happy. It only aggravated Mom more, but I found it very refreshing that we were not the problem. So I called Bub (because by them Mom was so upset about the whole thing she didn’t want to talk to anyone), and I told him that the manager told us to come back in the morning and talk to the head manager, because he couldn’t make a refund on a purchase that big.

The whole problem with my Mom is that she feels stupid. She always feels like she doesn’t know what she’s doing and she’s stupid. Everyone else can do things so easily and she just feels inadequate because when she tries they’re terribly hard. My brother is a know-it-all with a tendency to talk down to others. Throw these two together in this situation, and you’re gonna have some hurt feelings. She started going on how she wish she could just never do anything on the computer again, because if she didn't then she wouldn't have to feel stupid. I told my mom that I thought she was a great woman before she got to e-mail and technology and I thought she'd be just fine without it if that's what she prefered. If all she wants for her computer is a glorified game box, then that's all it has to be for her. It's fine with me. /sigh she was sullen and quiet for the rest of the evening...make me sick. I hate it when things come and take the light right out of her eyes.

The only good points about today: 1) We got some Hershey’s Cookies ‘n Cream candy bars (my new favorites). 2) CSI: Miami was very good. 3) The day is over, and soon I can sleep.

I hope tomorrow is better...It just has to be /sigh. Goodnight.

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