Friday, August 21, 2009

Today's the BIG Day

And I'm on the verge of melting down altogether. Melting, really, should be a theme today. You see, the forecast is for a million and five degrees (anything over 100 is automatically placed in that particular category).

And then we get down to the nitty gritty (the nit and grit in which I self-absorbedly vent about my life, abandoning decorum entirely): I have multiple meetings to attend this morning at an inconveniently located school other than my own. I'm currently late to one of said meetings so what the heck, right? Why not blog while the internet is actually available. Because, you see, I wasted an hour on the phone with the devil (COMCAST) last night, trying to arrange an installation appointment at the new place. Appointment is yet to be set because the devil (COMCAST) couldn't understand that I need a modem that can hook to a wireless internet adaptor so that we're free to roam with the laptop. We CANNOT seriously be the only people in America with this situation! My classroom is in no way prepared for the students' happy arrival on Tuesday. Beyond my classroom, mentally and materially I am entirely unprepared for their swift approach. People are arriving here at six PM to haul our boxes of stuff to the UHAUL I'm picking up at five PM--and let me just say the living room does not look ready for that particular event. But I'll enjoy my pointless and frustratingly inane meetings in the meantime. I'm exhausted after a week of waking early and staying up late so I'm kind of at that sleepless, angry zombie state in which crying at the slightest provocation occurs quite frequently. The roommate and I fight, bicker, snap, or argue EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. WE. TALK.

My life feels like an ever-lovin' disaster. What about you?

I want my bed safely tucked away in an upper bedroom at my new house along with everything else of mine...and for someone else to come clean the old place...and for it to be some relaxed Saturday in the not-to-distant future when all of this is over. And I'm sleeping the sleep of someone situated.


Rie Pie said...

Poor Rookie. Poor Alice. Moving sucks (and so does Comcast).

My flyer says 6:30, so I hope I'm not late...

I really hope that this move goes very smoothly from here on out.

The Rookie said...

OY! It is at 6:30. Sorry!

ComcastCares1 said...

Congrats on the new place.

Sorry about your recent experience with our company.

I can help in making the move process a little smoother by helping with the Comcast service installation. Feel free to contact me. I am here to help.


Mark Casem
Comcast Customer Connect
National Customer Operations

Wendy said...

Is that really Comcast? I'm totally laughing. Let me know if that guy can actually do something! :)

Terresa said...

Sorry about the disaster that may currently (or not) be your life. As Howard Jones once said, "Things can only get better." Believe it.

Terresa said...

PS: is that a funny friend doing the ComcastCares1 post? It's unreal.

Anonymous said...

First, I would like to say, sorry for your state at this time. I TOTALLY understand. I hope things get better, and that the start of school will go as smoothly as possible. This too will pass! Just think, you get to come and visit me in about a month, that should cheer you up, right?! Oh, and you know if I was around I would help you clean the OLD place.

I want to know about the COMCAST guy too, that is amazing. You must be SUPER popular!

Stephanie said...

Good luck, Rookie! You can do it; deep breaths... ((HUGS))

Jen said...

Hang in there, girlfriend.