Today was one of those days where everything seemed to go wrong. I was having those days quite a lot for awhile, but lately I've been doing good. Today, not so much.
It started out this morning simple enough. Nat left for work but I don't usually leave that early because it doesn't take me as long to get where I'm going. So I was just hanging out, surfing Soulcast, drinking coffee. Then I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. When I walked back out, I noticed my front door was wide open.
I wasn't alarmed by that because of burglars. But because our cats don't go outside and I knew they probably escaped. Wrangling up 4 cats isn't easy. Not when one of them weighs a ton and wiggles around like a fish. But apparently when Nat left, the door didn't close all the way. It happens sometimes because the catch on the screen door isn't that great.
So I had to trudge outside in my pajamas and go look for cats. I found two of them on the front lawn eating grass desperately. They were chomping it like they were starving to death and would never eat again. One of them was sitting right on the front porch though all he required was a stern, "get back in the house!" and he took off back inside. He puts the pussy in pussycat.
But one of the cats was totally MIA. I wasn't sure where she had gone. She's the bitchiest cat and the one most likely to take her stuff and never come home. But I went out and scooped up the two grass eaters and they were pretty pissed at me. I tossed them in the house and walked around looking for the last escapee. She wasn't out there. So I went back inside and searched everywhere, and finally I found her asleep in the closet on a pile of shoes. Phew! Nat would be heartbroken if her cat ran away. So I was glad I rescued everyone and things were fine.
Except for that the grass eaters were sick and barfed up hairballs mixed with grass all over the kitchen. Beautiful! The green color really made it so much less disgusting. (Not!) So I had to clean that up, and before I knew it, I was late for work. I wasn't even dressed yet. But I figured it didn't matter that much because work was really super slow anyway. I'd get there eventually.
My day seemed much better at that point. Things were going along well once I got to work. At least until lunch time when my internet died. Oh the humanity! On the one day I was completely not busy and could just hang out and chit chat with people, I lost the internet. From 12pm-3:30, I was going nuts. You all know how addicted I am to the internet.
I waited a bit before I called the place because I thought it would come back on. But it didn't. So I called up and the stupid chick I talked to was totally brain dead. I asked her what was going on because my internet was out for almost 2 hours. She said she had no idea what was wrong but that it appeared my modem was offline. Duh. So what is she going to do about it? She didn't know. And then she said it appeared that lots of other people had offline modems in my area. So I asked her if they were going to fix it. She said she didn't know because no one else reported an outage.
Well I'm fucking reporting it! Now do something! Geez. So she said someone would look into it and I should have a great day! Yeah right. So I hung up and waited some more. Still nothing. After another hour I called back again, and this time I talked to someone else. He told me everything was running fine. Uh, no it wasn't.
And I told him that the other chick said everyone had down modems. He then asked me why a truck wasn't sent out. I don't know. Maybe because it's not my job to send the truck? Then he tells me it's not anyone else with a problem. It's just me. So that means a technician will have to come to the office and check the modem.
Blah. That'll take forever. But I agreed to it and told him to send someone out. I waited and waited, and then I get a phone call. Another guy tells me that everything is all fixed and it was something in their office and not my modem. Great! Except it wasn't fixed and still wouldn't work. So he walked me through all these special steps of what to unplug and re-plug and reset.
It was like being walked through the disarming of a bomb. He was like, "unplug the modem--then wait! Now unplug the router---then wait! Okay turn off the computer....wait!" At one point I asked him if I could turn the computer back on yet and he goes, "no! you have to wait 30 seconds, then plug this in, then wait, then plug that in, then turn it on."
I wonder what would have happened if I accidentally turned it on too soon? Or mixed up my unplugging sequences? I shudder to think that I could have blown up the entire building with my careless plug actions.
But the problem was finally solved! I was happy. I no longer felt cut off from the outside world. My day was better.
Then I went home. That's always the highlight of my day. Except that on the way home, a bird shit in my car. What are the odds? I have a convertible so it's a risky venture to drive around with the top down. At least if a bird happens to be dumping a load just as you drive under it. God doesn't hate me entirely though because at least it did not shit on my head. Just the backseat.
So as you can see, my day wasn't anything monumentally bad. But it sucked anyway. I want a do-over. Hopefully tomorrow will have more luck. But the good news is, I feel okay about all the crappy bullshit (and birdshit) that happened. In fact most of it is slightly amusing now. Not so much at the time. But now? Yeah, it's kind of funny.
That must mean I'm doing pretty good inside my crazy head huh? That's a nice feeling.



