I would like to wish those of you celebrating the holiday today, and even those of you who are not, a very happy Thanksgiving. There are so many things in my life I am thankful for. You are part of my list!
Archive for November, 2003
keeping in mind that this is a rough translation from the bare minimum of English this woman actually spoke and understood – will I get fined for asking for someone who actually speaks the frigging language??
Me: Hi, I was calling because my husband signed up for another cell phone provider and accidentally ported his Sprint number rather than signed up for a new number. Is there a way to go back to Sprint and our old rate plan if it doesn’t work out?
SprintPCS: I have that number listed in my system as still active.
Me: Yes, he just did this, it’s still in processing.
SprintPCS: I have that number listed in my system as still active.
Me: Yes, I’m sure it’s still active, it hasn’t gone through yet.
SprintPCS: But I have that number listed in my system as still active.
Me: He just left the other store 10 minutes ago. It hasn’t gone through yet.
SprintPCS: Oh, then he just did it! It would not have gone through yet.
Me: Yes. Is there a way to go back to Sprint and get our old rate plan back if we need to?
SprintPCS: Please hold.
SprintPCS: My manager says that we can’t give you that information. Since you have signed up with another provider you are no longer our customer and it would be illegal for us to tell you if you can come back or not.
Me: Nevermind. We’re not coming back. *click*
Sprint may have a digital signal. They may have near DSL internet speeds. We may have had 2000 minutes and 2 lines and “unlimited internet” (definition keeps changing on this) for under $100.
Nothing is worth being called a liar to my face, or dealing with the absolutely moronic “customer care representatives” there. Being told my account is not valued highly enough to talk to Retention.
Granted, T-Mobile did make a big boo-boo last night and had me seriously considering whether I really wanted service with them. Their web page states:
“Note: plans include two lines of service. Up to three additional lines can be added to the FamilyTime plans for $10 per line, per month. A one-time activation fee of $35 per line applies.”
I called to get hub’s line added to mine and was told I’d have to switch to a special plan that costs more and has less minutes for that. When I told them I didn’t understand why I had to do that when the web page stated differently, the CSR started in on me. “Look, MA’AM, I’m not going to argue with you. I could let you talk to my supervisor, but I guarantee he will say the same thing!”
Dude, I wasn’t arguing with you. I was trying to understand something. You were arguing with me. Thank you for making me feel like an idiot.
And the worst part is that I hate arguing so much that I started freaking crying when I was on the phone with him, then my rosacea kicked in because I was upset and my nose has been bright red since last night, and someone’s going to confuse me with Teddy Kennedy on a Saturday night if it doesn’t die down.
Um, in other news, we bought a popup camper today.
You know… it’s pictures like this that really brighten up my day.
I think I just peed.
I think that the most striking is the reflecting pools. If you’ve ever been to the Vietnam Memorial Wall in Washington, D.C., you know how a quiet, austere monument can be incredibly moving. The reflecting pools, which retain the footprint of the towers, looks like it will have the same kind of quiet dignity.
Went to the range today. I still have issues with shooting low. The only handgun I was accurate with is my Ruger MK II .22, which is enormous and heavy and a small caliber and therefore totally unsuited to defense or carry. I’m just going to have to take some sort of instruction to figure out whether it’s a mental or physical problem. Could it be a flinch? Stance or grip problem? Related to the tendonitis in my right arm? I don’t know, but I’m so terribly frustrated about the fact that I can no longer shoot straight with a decent caliber handgun. It’s like waking up one morning and realizing that you forgot how to read. Where going to the range used to be fun, now it’s just discouraging. Next time I will at least take my AR-15 so that I can reassure myself that I can, in fact, hit what I aim at occasionally.
And it’s pink, which is always fun.
The more I go into Nordstrom, the more I like it. It’s the shopper’s nirvana. I bought 5 pairs of shoes today. I haven’t bought that many shoes at once in 10 years – because no place sells in my size! Retailers think there are no women out there with feet past size 10. The one place in town who sells larger sizes (9-14) also caters to drag queens, so the shoes there are sometimes a little funky.
Anyway, Nordstrom carries up to a size 14, and they also carry everything from trendy Burberry to earthy Birkenstock. I have this pair of adorable Stuart Weitzman shoes on order, since they didn’t have black in stock. The sales lady was so helpful and not overbearing, bringing me not only what I asked for but other shoes in my size that she thought I would like based on what I’d picked out. It’s like TiVo for feet.
Then I headed over to the MAC cosmetics booth trying to find that perfect shade of lipstick that Gillian Anderson used to wear on The X-Files. Couldn’t find it, but the people working there showed me a spectrum of colors and demo’ed them all on their hands for me. I ended up getting a bottle of jojoba essential oil (supposed to be good for rosacea) and strolled up to lingerie, where I got measured for a bra for the first time in ages. The sales lady there brought me something like 10 different bras to try on, but hub called and needed me to come home, so I only ended up getting one. On the way out I stopped and checked out the womens’ sales racks (Fresh Produce stuff on sale, gotta go back) and bought Jo some more big girl panties.
Maybe it is not the cheapest store in the world, but their customer service can’t be beat. Between Nordstrom and Stein Mart, we have 2 really excellent stores within 2 miles of the house. And Nordstrom, although located at the mall, never has overfilled parking, and doesn’t assume you’re a criminal. They had their $895 Marc Jacobs bags sitting out on a table, for heaven’s sake! Other department stores have them under lock and key. I have to wonder what the Nordstrom security force is like in order for the store to leave pricey merchandise out so blithely.
But that’s ok, I’m not planning on stealing anything.
Since the information is absolutely nowhere to be found regarding the calorie count on the Jack in the Box pannido sandwiches, allow me to break the story:
Zesty turkey – 750
Triple meat – 650
Ham and cheese – 675
Zoinks! I ate one of the zesty turkey ones the other day thinking “Hey, turkey can’t be all that bad, it’s turkey”. It was really, really, really tasty.
Maybe it’s the time of year. When the time changes, it’s a giant energy sucker. I can’t seem to motivate myself to post anything. It used to be that I would say to myself dozens of times over the course of a day, “Hey, I need to blog about that”. Now I can’t think of a thing that seems worthwhile to post.
In any event, last night I remembered a riddle that my mother was never able to figure out. It does have an answer, but I’m not going to post it. Yet. Can you solve it?
God made Adam out of dust
But thought it best to make me first
So I was made before the man
According to Gods Holy plan
My whole body God made complete
With out arms or hands or feet
My ways and acts did God control
But in my body he placed no soul
A living thing I became
And Adam gave to me a name
Then from his presence I withdrew
For this man Adam I never knew
All my makers laws I do obey
And from these laws I never stray
Thousands of me go in fear
But seldom on the earth appear
Later for a purpose God did see
He placed a living soul in me
But the soul of mine God did had to claim
And from me he took it back again
And when this soul from me had fled
I was the same as when first made
Without arms, legs, feet, or soul
I travel from pole to pole
My labors are from day to night
And to men I once furnished light
Thousands of people both young and old
Did by my death bright lights behold
No right or wrong can I conceive
The bible and it’s teachings I can’t believe
The fear of death doesn’t trouble me
Pure happiness I will never see
And up in heaven I can never go
Nor in the grave or in hell below
So get your bible and read with care
You’ll find my name recorded there.