Twisted Spinster

Okay, first the good news: today was the first day of my new full-time job and so far I love it — it’s at a little flight school and plane rental place. I’m a customer service dispatch sort of person. It’s a lot to take in but I think I can handle it, based on what I have already learned to do, and everyone seems real pleased with me.

Now the bad news:

It started yesterday. I decided to quit the Walmart job, because I missed a couple of days due to one of my sinus things and they got kind of weird about it. I decided it wasn’t something I could handle along with learning a new job. So I’ve earned about one and a half days pay from that, which isn’t much. That wasn’t the bad news, though… that came after I got back from dropping a document off at my friend’s house. I left my apartment around 2pm, and got home around 7 (of course I had to stay and chat and admire the new dog, etc.). When I got home I found out that none of my cable connections work. It isn’t the equipment — there is no signal coming in at all. I spent a futile hour on the phone with the cable company, and discovered that they can’t have a technician there until Saturday, unless I was willing to miss some time on my new job. I am not. Therefore I set up an appointment for Saturday. I went to bed, hoping that whatever problem this may be might resolve itself by the next day. But it wasn’t on this morning when I got up.

Anyway, I went off to work, and had a fine time, except for tripping over one of the cables holding down the planes and doing a face-plant into the tarmac. What really galls is I saw the cables, stepped over the first one, told myself to watch out for more of those, and as I was thinking those words caught my foot under the next one. I applied Advil and ice to my person and went on with my day, my coworkers assuring me that they all have tripped over the cables at one time or another.

Then I get home, to find that there is still no cable. No tv or internet. I spent another half hour on the phone with the tech trying to get a signal through. Nothing was getting through — not even attaching the cable directly to the tv (and the tv is one of those digital ready tvs). I wrangled and argued with the phone tech and finally got him to send someone over tomorrow to look at the outside box, because the last time I had connection problems (a couple of months ago), some of the neighborhood creeps had pried open the cable box and cut wires. I asked if anyone else from my apartment complex had called in a complaint and they said no, something I find hard to believe. If they can’t find a problem outside then I will have to wait until Saturday for someone to come by when I am there so they can get into my apartment. This does not please me because among other things I was looking forward to seeing the first episode of Season 4 of Doctor Who on the SciFi channel Friday night. Not only that. I had to drive all the way to Panera Bread and plug in the elderly laptop, and when I crawled under the table to plug the thing in (because the plugs are on the baseboard under the seat) I banged my bruised and scraped knee on the hardwood floors they have here, and the Panera is crowded and just now someone’s brat just had a screaming fit. Also the table is sticky and I had to put paper towels down under the laptop, which I am hoping does not set them on fire.

Anyway, here I am at Panera with a sore knee and a sore boob, trying to catch up with my email. Until cable is back posts will be few and far between, I’m afraid. I’ll try to find somewhere else with free wireless tomorrow where I don’t have to buy a pastry and tea so I won’t feel guilty. (Don’t argue. I will feel guilty.) I better have cable tomorrow when I get home, or I will raise hell.

Update: I almost forgot — the other thing I found out when I got home today is my cat had pooped on my bed again. Right in the middle. This would be the younger cat — the old one is too sensible to shit where she sleeps. The younger cat is not happy that I am leaving the apartment all day. I’m not happy that I have to take my comforter and sheets to the washing laundromat, and have to turn over the futon again —  me with my sore muscles. Anyone want a small orange foot rug?