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  1. Ugh. I am about at the end of my rope. I have been trying for a month and a half to get new CPAP supplies. As soon as my new insurance went into effect on December 1, I contacted my supplier (Lincare,) gave them my insurance information, and asked them to send my new supplies. They sent a new tube and water tank, but not what I really need, which is a new mask, cushion, and headgear. So I called back and some guy said, "Oh yeah, I show that you're eligible for all that stuff, you want me to send it?" Well what do you think, Sherlock?! So I waited and waited and still nothing came. So I called a third time and some woman told me, "Oh, we were waiting for your insurance to authorize the shipment, and they did, but no one took it off the hold. I'll take it off the hold and they'll go out today." Waited ANOTHER week and STILL nothing. Called last night, some other woman answered, put me on hold, came back and said there was only one person still in the office who could tell me what the hell was going on, and he couldn't talk to me but he would call me back. Well we all know how that goes. Called again this morning and was told the order is apparently STILL waiting for my insurance to approve because no one there has SUBMITTED A REQUEST TO MY INSURANCE TO APPROVE IT. But she was going to email them and tell them to get on it "ASAP." I am going to call in the morning, demand a supervisor, and raise holy hell. This is ridiculous. Anyway... the reason I'm writing this is I'm hoping someone here can recommend a better supply company or method to get my supplies. Some other people online have told me they don't even bother with their insurance, they just buy the stuff themselves off of Amazon or eBay. I don't see why I should pay $160 a month for insurance and then not even be able to use it to get medical supplies. Help?!?!
  2. Thanks to both of you for your responses. I would've looked at them sooner except the email notifying me was diverted into my spam folder and I just found it today. I am going to try applying for two jobs in the near future. One is the thing I interviewed for last December and didn't get. Although to me it seems counterintuitive, I'm told that I should actually have an even better shot this time around since I was apparently a finalist last time. The other is in another city, which would pay up to $22/hour; wouldn't be my first choice of occupation but you gotta do what you gotta do. Making matters worse, however, is my utterly clueless jack wagon of an old man. He called me yesterday and told me he is "frustrated" that I don't have a job yet, and I'm "embarrassing" him because people in my hometown ask him how I am doing and he has to tell them I don't have a job. (Oh the humanity!) He also said he was considering changing his will to give all his money to my brother when he finally kicks off because I "don't seem to even want to get a job." The icing on the cake was he tells me he is "worried about my self-esteem." I'm no psychologist but I'm pretty sure if you want to improve someone's self-esteem, you DON'T do it by belittling, insulting, and chastising them, and talking to them like a 12-year-old. (I'm 42.) I am in a completely hopeless situation with him. He has NO idea what I am going through, and I told him so. But the old Barsteward only hears what he wants to hear. Funny, just yesterday I went and saw my therapist for the first time in months because my anxiety was at a boiling point, and I told her I felt guilty because there are times that I wish my old man were dead. If he were dead two of the biggest problems in my life would instantly be solved. First, I would come into a sizable amount of money (accumulated over the years because he was a miser and rarely took us on vacation or did anything else to enjoy life.) Second, I wouldn't have to listen to his abuse anymore. And the way I see it I deserve that money because I took a LOT of emotional and verbal abuse from the SOB over the years. To my surprise (and relief,) my therapist told me that considering the circumstances, it's perfectly understandable that I wish the old man would die.
  3. I was going to title this topic "Depressed because of my job situation" but the truth is while that's a big part of it, it's still only part. I've been out of work for nine months now. Last October I up and quit a terrible job because I absolutely could not stand it anymore. I was making less than $24K a year and I decided (or perhaps realized is a better word) that the tremendous stress wasn't worth the damage to my health. My plan, of course, was to find a new job within a month or so, tops. Instead, here I am. I interviewed for something last December that I didn't get; I applied for something a few weeks ago with the same company and this time I didn't even get an interview. I have burned through savings, my tax refund, a (small) 401K and am now going to have to dip into another, larger 401K. They say you're not supposed to worry but I have been worrying for years about my financial situation. It scares me because it seems like in order to retire you need to have several hundred thousands of dollars saved up, and even then it's not enough. I hear news stories about old people who lose $100K to a scam or a bad investment and all I can think of is, "If you have that much money, isn't that enough? Why would you risk it trying to make even more?!" I feel like if I had $100K I would be set for life. Invest enough to get a monthly dividend check and relax. One of my reassurances to myself is that, "People wind up broke all the time, because of divorce, or freak accidents, or bad insurance, etc., and they bounce back, so why can't I?" It helps sometimes and sometimes it doesn't. Let me explain. So now that I know I'm not going to get an interview, I decided the best thing to do was to look at going back to school and getting a degree or certification so I can do a specific job. So I went and looked at an article about the best degrees to get to find employment. You see, I already have a BA degree that seems useful only as a paperweight. Anyway, this article had some stats that literally provoked an anxiety attack in me. It said the average income for someone with a Bachelor's degree is $61K, while the average for someone who only graduated high school is $37K. I was astounded. The most I have ever made at a job was $15/hour, or a little over $31K. (And that job I only had for about two months due to a BS government bureaucratic snafu that was 100% NOT my fault.) When I read that stat I became so upset that I almost started crying. My whole adult life I have been absolutely scraping by. The average I have made over the years has been about $11/hour. Now I'm being told that I make less than someone who only went to high school?! I am completely lost. All my life growing up I was told by my parents I had to go to college because that was how you succeeded in life. So I went to college and got a degree and it's gotten me nowhere. When I was married my wife was always complaining that there were jobs in her company she felt she was qualified for but couldn't get because she didn't have a degree. Well I have a degree and 95% of the time I can't even get an interview! I worked at one company where there were all sorts of people who didn't have a degree, but started in an entry-level job like data entry and moved up the ladder. Well I went and worked in data entry for a year and a half and, once again, most of the time I applied for something I couldn't even get an interview. There was another profession I worked in for four years. I left that profession and after a while I decided to go back to it just because I was sick of being turned down for interviews because I didn't have experience. Once again, 95% of the time I can't get an interview! Then one time I was finally offered a job in that field. They wanted me to move to another state, to a remote, rural area where I would not have known anyone except my co-workers... for $11 an hour. I turned it down. I am so frustrated right now that I am fighting back tears. I just want to go stand on a building somewhere and scream at the top of my lungs, "WHAT DO YOU WANT?! I CAN DO ANYTHING YOU WANT ME TO DO, JUST GIVE ME A CHANCE! TELL ME WHAT TO DO AND I'LL DO IT!!" A high school graduate is supposed to be able to make $37K a year? I would **** somebody to make $37K a year. What am I supposed to have done that I'm not doing?! Can anybody tell me?! I feel like life is a waste of time at this point. It's like my life is a game of Scrabble and all I ever get is one letter that I'm supposed to make up words with, and then everyone says, "Well he can't make a triple word score with one letter, he's not even worth looking at." People say I can't give up, but I feel like I'm so far behind in the race that reaching the goal line is all but impossible at this point. What did I miss? Where did I make this wrong turn that doomed me to a life of scraping for pennies? Some say that life isn't about how much money you have, money can't buy happiness, etc. There's a big difference between not being able to keep up with the Joneses and barely covering your rent. I don't know what to do anymore.
  4. Hi friends, it's been a while. Why, you ask? Well, long story short I hadn't been on the site much because I was so overwhelmed and overstressed by my job. Then two weeks ago, I just up and quit one day. They finally pushed me too far and I decided enough was enough and I walked out during my morning break, never to return. While this did remove a major source of stress from my life, it also caused some major anxiety until I was able to talk to some people and bring it (relatively) under control. So my initial thought was that, of course, I needed to find a new job in this area. But then I thought that maybe it's time I finally went after that "fresh start" I've been talking about for years now. I'm not getting any younger, so why am I staying here where I am (generally) bored out of my mind? Answer: because it's comfortable. And maybe that's exactly what I need to get away from. I spent the past weekend at the home of my brother and his family. My brother is a psychiatrist, so I was hoping to get a little support from him. Alas there was none to be had as he refuses to even discuss my situation; he feels I should've taken a job I was offered a year ago that I decided against, and for good reason. You'd think a shrink would be a little more empathetic. Then again maybe it's just a "bus driver's vacation" kinda thing. While this may sound like the definition of insanity, I am seriously contemplating a move to Las Vegas. I'm sick of cold weather and I want to live somewhere where there's some excitement, and hopefully more opportunity to find a job. (Scratch that, I should say "to find a job that doesn't make me wish I were in a coma.") My other two possibilities are Florida or Virginia/North Carolina. The latter would be a nice option since I love Washington D.C. The problem (as I tried to explain to my brother but the egghead wouldn't listen) is that at any given moment I am in serious danger of either A) being overwhelmed by anxiety and fear and/or B) being overwhelmed by trying to figure out whether I'm making the right decision. Some people have no problem with just pulling up stakes and moving somewhere and then, if they find they don't like it, pulling up stakes again and going somewhere else. I, on the other hand, utterly loathe moving, which is why I've spent the last four years in an apartment that I initially said I would live in for no more than a year or two, tops. So I'm trying, trying to convince myself to get something figured out right away. I'm afraid that if I take another job in this area I'm going to fall back into my old rut and routine. On the other hand, the idea of moving halfway across the country without a job or anything at all lined up scares the bleep out of me and it's so much easier just to play video games and ignore the problem. But I also know I can't keep doing that. Any help or advice would be appreciated.
  5. Well to explain what I did today, I have to tell you what I did a couple weekends ago. Some friends and I went out and played 45 holes of disc golf in one day, and 18 of those holes were on a particularly challenging course with a lot of steep hills. Needless to say I could barely move the next day. Thing was, though, a day or so later I noticed some itchy spots on my legs, which I figured were mosquito bites. But the itchiness didn't go away and eventually I started getting red patches of irritated skin. Went to Urgent Care and we determined that rather than mosquitoes I probably came into contact with poison ivy or oak that day. They prescribed some topical ointment, antibiotics, and a five-day course of the steroid prednisone. For a few days I had my very own "roid rage." It was like taking two or three of those god-awful 5-Hour Energy drinks at once when that drug kicked in. Hard to sit still at a desk (which is not fun because working at a call center I have to wear a corded headset so I can't move around much) and at times my hands would even tremble from all the energy racing through my body. Anyway, what I did today was I took a shower to get as much of that gunk off my skin as possible, then I washed my bedsheets in case any of the oil or venom or whatever you want to call it was still there. And whenever I wash my bedsheets I always flip my mattress, which was probably overdue because my back has been bothering me anyway.
  6. Well it's a funny story that's not very funny. I went to the company's website to apply for the job, and it wasn't listed on their list of openings. So I texted the guy and said, "What gives?" He said he would check the next day. The next day he got back to me and said they're not listing it just yet, which baffles him since he knows they have a lot of need for that position. Who knows? I've been applying for other stuff but no luck. And it's really starting to bother me because 3/4 of the people that were in our department have found other jobs within the company, and when I apply for those things I can never even get an interview.
  7. "When danger reared it's ugly head, he bravely turned his tail and fled!" "No! I never did!"
  8. Haven't you seen Monty Python and the Holy Grail? If you haven't, you need to NOW. Do not pass GO, do not collect $200, see it NOW.
  9. Okay folks, I need some guidance. A woman I work with is married to a train engineer. Early this morning a young woman committed suicide by jumping in front of his train. Even worse, she looked directly into his eyes as she was being hit. As upsetting as that is, I am a bit more upset that when I informed by brother of this incident via text message, his response was, "That was an act of selfishness and cowardice." I would be bothered hearing this statement from anyone. In fact for a while I wouldn't speak to the woman in question because she said something similar. Eventually however I decided to tell her how I felt and that while she had angered me I was willing to agree to disagree with her on it. But what bothers me about my bro saying it is that he is a psychiatrist. I would hope that someone who has made it their life's work to help people with mental disorders and mental health issues would be a little more empathetic. Now don't get me wrong. Suicide is an awful, awful thing for the survivors. I remember the punched-in-the-gut feeling I had when a friend of mine from both high school and college took his life with a shotgun over winter break one year. But it makes me wonder what he would be telling my niece and nephew about me today if I had given into the urges myself, and I've come close a few times. Would he show them my picture and say, "This is your uncle. You never got to meet him because he was a selfish [expletive.]"?! In fairness one friend of mine who I spoke to about it said that's not an unusual response for a psychologist or psychiatrist to have. Nonetheless I consider it to be shortsighted and unsympathetic at best. I just don't know how to address this. I could call him and tell him how I feel about it, but probably that's just going to lead to an argument. Truth be told there's a couple other things he's done over the last few years that have really gotten under my craw but since I see him so infrequently (he lives in another state) that I never want to bring them up when I do get a chance to see him. Maybe it's time we had it out. Actually there's been a lot of times over the years, especially since my divorce, that I've wanted to reach out to him for some help with my own issues, but I feel like if I do he's just going to tell me it's all my own fault and everything would just be better if I pulled myself up by my bootstraps. I don't know. Maybe I should just stop caring. Sure seems like he has.
  10. I've got news that I don't know if it's good or bad. A guy I worked with at a previous job, who I've become pretty good friends with, wants me to apply at the place he works now. It would pay more, and it would mean no more nights/weekends. But it would also be somewhat similar to the job I have now - in this case, being a service rep for professionals who are having problems with the company's software. I guess anything would be better than what I have now though.
  11. Okay, right up front, I'm going to admit something embarrassing. Even though it's something I'm sure 95% of the population does, I still feel self-conscious about it, and I even had trouble admitting it to my therapist yesterday when I told her the story. So here goes - I look at "X-rated" stuff online. There, I said it. So here's the thing - the other night I came across a video that looks like a genuine, honest-to-god sex tape. i.e. it's not something professionally made, just a regular couple engaging in the mating ritual. Some guy and his wife or girlfriend just set their camcorder on the dresser, hit "REC" and went to town. Then they uploaded it to the Internet. So why am I telling you about this? Because it stirred up a lot of feelings in me. There was genuine passion between these people. An actual connection. And it just hit me because it's been so long since I've felt anything like that. It's been years now since I've even had a date. I'm like a race car driver whose engine conked out at the starting line. And I just don't get it. Okay, I'm a bit of a nerd, I'm overweight, and I sure don't look like Brad Pitt. But everywhere I go I see people who are all of these things and more and they're not single. My "internet girlfriend" in California tells me I should move out there because women would be all over me. Maybe, but I've been told that plenty of times even as I lived here. It doesn't help that almost every day at work I have to see my "work crush." I thought I had made up my mind that there was nothing there anyway. Maybe I just always want what I can't have. Maybe it's just that I focus on her as a way of lifting myself out of the tedium and soul-crushing stress of my job. I am so attracted to her physically and emotionally that it's maddening. So many times I see her and I just want to go up to her and put my arms around her. She walks past my desk and I dream that she stops and puts her arm around my shoulder and squeezes me, then kisses my cheek, then goes along her way. And the other people in the office look at us and smile, thinking warmly of the special relationship she and I have. (And some of them no doubt would roll their eyes and say, "Oh, get a room already.") This of course is complete fantasy. Because I wasn't willing to try asking her out while we worked together, she went and started seeing some guy. They've been together like a year now. What's particularly frustrating is that I've seen her with him at the store a couple times and he is also an overweight nerd like me. Unlike me he is practically bald. So I can't help but think that maybe if I'd have gotten a chance she and I could've ended up together because obviously looks aren't a big deal to her. (That may sound like I'm slamming him but I'm really slamming myself more.) And the truth of it is it may very well have not worked anyway. I think she wants to stay in this area and I'm looking to get out. I love horror movies and she prefers Disney garbage. Plus there's a bit of an age gap between us. But the thing is I never even got a chance. I never seem to even meet anyone who's single anyway, and even fewer single women who will give me the time of day. I'm not "too picky" by any means, but I do have some standards. I'm not going to be with someone just for the sake of being with someone. But even when you don't want to go to the party it's nice to get invited once in a while. Part of me says I shouldn't even be talking about this on here because it's not really about depression, it's just me whining about not being able to score. But this all feeds into itself. I've been told that you have to love yourself before you can expect anyone else to love you, but I feel like if no one else loves me, there must not be anything worth loving. I don't know. Who cares. I'm a hopeless case anyway.
  12. This isn't stuff I've done today, but I don't think I've reported it on here on the days I did do it, so I'm reporting it now. Over the last few weeks I have applied for a total of six different jobs in five states, two of which I've never even been to. That's a big deal for me. They are pretty much all long shots, but I won't know unless I try. I've got to do something to get out of here.
  13. I hate having my hair cut as well. I love the feeling you get right afterwards, when it's nice and short and off the ears, but nonetheless I tend to put off having it done until I look like Paul McCartney in 1964.
  14. I had to go in today for my three hours of [expletive] overtime for the week. The morning started out good and then something in me just snapped and I became cranky as all heck. It got to a point where I had to start telling myself, "Things aren't that bad at the moment, you're just upset." I was just MAD and wanted to tell everyone who called to [bleep] off. It wore off after a while but if it comes back I'm going to have one long week.
  15. I used to work at a place where the owner fired his own daughter because she was so lousy at her job. Then after the owner died his wife took over and rehired the daughter, who was still lousy at her job. Plus the wife hired her son to be the "janitor" of the place meaning once a week he came in and emptied the trash and the recycling. Then the wife retired and her other daughter took over, and promptly put her husband, a printing press operator, in charge of the whole operation.
  16. Did my three hours of OT for the week without threatening anyone's lives Went to the chiropractor Stopped at my therapist's office and paid my balance Came home, took out the trash, unplugged my [expletive] toilet, then did a half-sincere job of cleaning the shower Took a shower because I got all sweated up from cleaning the shower Did a load of laundry Looked through job listings and selected a bunch to apply to Paid two more health care bills online and ordered a prescription refill Now I have no energy left for job applications (still getting over this sinus thing)
  17. I called in sick to work, does that count? Felt something coming on last night but thought if I just went to bed it would be gone by morning. Woke up this morning feeling worse, but thought maybe after I took a shower it would abate. I felt a little better after the shower but not quite well enough to go in so I called in but told them that hopefully if I just rested a couple hours it would pass. Well it didn't. My head feels like a lead balloon.
  18. For the record I did apply for a gig Monday night. Not sure if I want it because it's in Chicago and I don't think I'd want to live in such a big city (or live in suburbs where I have to drive an hour each way) but we'll see. I was going to do more applying tonight but I've come down with some kind of sinus bug. But I have this Thursday and Friday off so I was planning on using those days to send out several applications.
  19. Okay so wag your finger at me if you want about the title of this thread, but that's what I feel like. It was another weekend where no one invited me to do anything, asked what I was up to, etc. Granted I worked 9 hours yesterday so it's not like I was available but even if you can't go to the party (or don't want to go) it's nice to be invited. I did it again. Spent the last two days at work dreaming of how much I was going to work on getting out of that place once I got done and again I did very little. I looked at a number of job listings and emailed several to myself to follow up on, but it's already getting close to bedtime and I haven't even started a single cover letter. I always try to send them out on weekends because I read somewhere that job applications that are received by employers on Mondays are statistically more likely to get an interview. But here we are. I just don't have the energy to do it. It doesn't help that I can't help but think "I'm not going to get this anyway, 99% of the time I don't even get an interview" so I convince myself I'm just wasting time anyway. I just don't know what to do. I feel like I have no control over anything. I have an "Internet girlfriend" in California who keeps telling me I should move out there. And truth be told, I'd like to. But when I really think about it, I can't just pick up and move all the way across the country to someplace where I don't know anyone. Well I would know her but that'd be about it. She's always telling me how I would have no problem finding women out there, that she knows plenty of women who'd love to go out with a guy like me. I've been hearing that one since high school. I had another one out in New York who told me I should move out there too. I wish it were that simple. Even if I did have the guts, my brains tell me it would be a bad idea. They say you should never move like that unless you have a job lined up. Except that when you're a nobody like me you can't get anyone to pay attention to you if you live in another state. (Well I did have that one last year but I think those people were more desperate than anything.) It's a Catch-22. At the same time I feel like I am totally missing out and wasting my life by not living in California or New York. I don't know. I wish I had someone to talk to. Yet you can bet your bottom dollar that when I need to talk to someone, no one will return my texts. They all have lives w/spouses or SOs, or families, or their bridge club. Me, I could vanish into thin air and I don't think anyone would notice. Except the ones I owe money to.
  20. The sheer idiocy I deal with every day is driving me insane in the membrane. Yesterday I actually had a travel agent ask me that if someone buys an annual plan, do they have to buy a new one each time they go on a new trip? (In case you don't get it either, the whole point of an annual plan is that you buy one plan for the whole year so you DON'T HAVE to buy a plan for each individual trip.) Here are some of the other stupid answers I get on an almost daily basis: I ask, "Where are you traveling to?" They answer, "I'm going on a cruise." I just want to scream, "I didn't ask you HOW you are getting there, I asked you WHERE YOU ARE GOING!!!!" Or I ask, "Where are you traveling to?" They answer, "We leave on Sept. 25." Or they ask me, "If I buy a 'cancellation for any reason' policy, does that mean I can cancel because of [insert reason here?]" The NAME of the [expletive] product is 'cancellation for ANY reason!' What do you THINK it means, Einstein?!?!?!?!?! I'm also getting very, very tired of arguing with people. There are a number of questions I have to ask each caller, and half the answers I get are, "Well what difference does that make?" "Why do you need to know that?" "Is that important?" Do these idiots think I'm asking these questions for fun?! Like I'm just trying to make conversation when I ask them how much their trip arrangements cost?! Or another favorite is when idiots call in wanting to buy insurance for relatives who are coming to the U.S. from other countries. We can't do it. We legally can't do it. We are FORBIDDEN BY FEDERAL LAW to do it. Yet for some reason these idiots think if they argue with me they can get their way. Honest to God, the exchange goes like this: "I'm sorry, we cannot insure people who do not live in the U.S." "But they're coming TO the U.S." "Yes, but they do not LIVE in the U.S." "But this is supposed to be international insurance." I just... what is WRONG with people?! Or these clods who call from Puerto Rico. "I'm sorry, but we can only sell to residents of the United States, not U.S. territories." "But Puerto Rico is part of the U.S.!" "Yes, but it's not a STATE. We can only sell to residents of the 50 STATES." "But Puerto Rico is part of the U.S.!" What is WRONG with people?! If I go to a Pizza Hut and try to order KFC, and they tell me they don't sell KFC there, I don't ARGUE with the guy. I'd just leave and go to KFC! I'm not going to stand there and say, "But I want to order KFC! Why can't I get KFC here?!" I have tomorrow off and it couldn't have come soon enough. I intend to spend as much of the day as I can looking for new work. I also have an appointment with my therapist and hopefully she can provide me with some motivation and insight. I'm not sure how much more of this I can take.
  21. Got my rear end chewed today. I'll admit what I did was wrong. This crabby, snotty old woman called this morning ten minutes into my shift and was pi**ing and moaning about everything and I grew tired of talking to her pretty quick. So when she was done talking she said "bye" and I hung up without saying, "Thank you for calling, goodbye" like I had a nice juicy lemon drop shoved up my butt. She called back and complained so I got called into the principal's office. Like I said, what I did was wrong, I'll give you that. But I would LOVE to see any of my superiors put up with this garbage for 8+ hours a day, 5+ days a week and not get tempted to do the same. This morning I got an email that I didn't get the most recent job I applied for, but I was actually in a good mood about it for a while. Instead of being torqued off I told myself, "Well, I didn't really want to live in that area anyway, so this is an OPPORTUNITY to find out what I really want to do." Thing is for me those moods are like cheap porcelain and they shatter to pieces at the slightest provocation. I had to tear myself away from the TV tonight to get online and start looking for other things.
  22. Heck yeah I got paid. It's not my fault I couldn't log into my account. This actually isn't the first time something like this has happened; the first time they gave up and sent me home early but still paid me for the whole day. (Granted if I can't use my computer I can't make any commission though.)
  23. Well it's been a rough 24 hours (actually closer to 26.) Last night we had some really nasty weather go through here, and naturally I left my bedroom window open yesterday morning. Fortunately all that happened was a small section of carpet and a little bit of my bed got a little damp, not even wet. BUT when I got home the power was out, so I went and hung out at a friend's house. He lives a half-mile from me and he had power at his place, go figure. Around 10 he went to bed and invited me to crash on his couch but I sleep with a CPAP so I figured I either had to go home and hold out hope they would get the power back on, or either get a room at a motel near here. Eventually I decided that even though I could afford it, I wasn't going to do the motel. I thought that if I didn't get enough sleep I'd just call in to work the next day. I try not to do that often but I figured 1) I've earned it with all the mandatory OT this year and 2) with as stressed as I get at the job when I'm well-rested, I was going to be pretty much useless if I went in with a poor night's sleep. Since I'm not good with decisions even in good circumstances, I wound up parking in front of my building for like half an hour last night and sitting there while I tried to make up my mind. It was kinda spooky out there with no lights on anywhere. Eventually I made the decision after a couple cars drove past and I thought with my luck those people will call 911 because they thought I was casing the joint. Well low and behold, just before midnight the power came back on. Thing was I had to go in an hour early again today because of the stupid OT so I only got about six and a half hours of sleep. I usually don't do well unless I get at least eight. But when I got up this morning I thought I was alert enough to go in and tough out nine hours of this nonsense. But low and behold, when I got there I couldn't take any calls because there was a problem with my computer login, so I had most of the day "off" even though I was at work. They finally got it fixed with about 2.5 hours left on my shift. But on the calls I did take I could feel myself getting crabby quickly. At least when I got home the power was still on. My friend had texted me that he heard it was out in my section of town, thankfully he was wrong.
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