Another story from Monday

Seems that the Universe is sort of sleazy, because it really got around Monday.  A story from my friend J.  J is a very calm person.  She does yoga.  She is not usually flustered by anything.  Very controlled lady.

J:  I heard your doing bad day stories for your blog.

S:  Yeah

J:  Well, Monday wasn't so good for me either.

Thinking to myself, this is great blog material.  Must tell more people about the plan.

S:  Yes, what happened?

J:  Picked up M at school, he hit the teacher.  But that really isn't the worst thing, the Comcast receiver had died, so I took it to Comcast.  We waited in line for like a 20 minutes.

Hmm, not so funny yet.

S:  So M hit the teacher and the wait was bad at Comcast, that is all you got?

J:  There is more, after we waited in line, I get to talk to the guy and he says, oh, we don't have that model in stock.  I ask him when it is coming.  He says he doesn't want to tell me because I might come in and they might all be gone by then.

S:  Mass hysteria at the Comcast store, the receivers are in... run now, camp out.  It is like getting a WII.

J:  Yeah, sort of.  Anyway, I ask him if I could call and find out.  He say no.  I ask if he can keep the broken box.  He says not unless I want him to take it off my bill.  If I do that then I have to buy another box.  I say to him, let me review here, you don't have the box I need, you won't tell me when it will come in, you won't take the broken box, so you expect me to come in here every day, with my kids and the box, on the off chance you will have a replacement?  The clerk says me yes, you got it.

S:   That is the customer service you expect from Comcast, isn't it?

J:  Lovely, isn't it.  So, I am all clinched up and frustrated and I storm out.  I get to the stop sign for the pedestrians at Jewel (local grocery) and I stop.  There is this old lady and she is just standing there, not going.  So finally, after like 5 minutes, I decide to go, and so does this other person in the other lane.  So I stop.  The driver is an old man with his old wife.  She couldn't have been younger than 90.  She leans out of the car and calls me a bitch.  I got cussed out by an old lady.  I flipped her bird. 

S:  So lets review here, M hit his teacher, the people at Comcast were a waste, and you got cussed out by an old lady.

J:  Then we had lunch.

S:  Sounds like universe was here.

If you have a story to share, give me a call, send me an email!  We will over come universe.

It wasn't just me

You know how I complained that no one was home to take my call yesterday.  Not even my Mom, seriously what is up with that?  Anyway, I have started to get the I am sorry phone calls from folks who read the post and what not.  Well, apparently, some of you were also having your buttockes (I know, it isn't a word, but say it, buttockes, fun huh?) kicked as well.

A story from MJ.

MJ:  "Sorry I didn't call you back, I was busy."

S:  "I know, everyone was.  It was a massive cosmic period of hyper-activity."

MJ:  "Well, the universe was on my buttocks as well."

S:  "Oh, the universe gets around, I would have thought it was pretty busy screwing up my day."

MJ:  "Yeah, still found time to swing by here.... so let me tell you what happened.  I invited one of T's friends over to play.  Asked the mom to come too, we would have lunch, etc.  She calls me that morning and says her husband would like to come along."

S:  "Her husband?"

MJ:  "Yeah, her husband.  I know weird.  Anyway, so I grab another pizza from the freezer, and then it hits me like a ton of bricks.... the house smells.  Some one had a poop."

S:  "They didn't flush... yeah, yeah, you flush life goes on."

MJ:  "So you would think.  I flushed, and it didn't exactly go down, and now we have the stench of the dead in my house.  You realize I can't smell skunk and I could smell this."

S:  giggling, "You could have the husband fix it..."

MJ:  "I need a snake, and I can't find it and so I have my bathroom filled with cleaner and scented candles and I can still smell it.  I cleaned downstairs, but then had to quick do the upstairs in case anyone needed to pee.  When they walked in my house smelled like raw sewage.  Did I mention the kids were having a melt down?  I think I might have burned the pizza too, but who remembers.  I am not totally sure if my hair was combed when I met this woman for the first time.  So yeah, the universe swung by here to."

S: laughing so hard I was crying, "I think I might have pee'd a little."

Yesterday

Yesterday was a tough day.  I generally believe that circumstances are just that, circumstances.  I generally do not think that the things that happen to me are personal.  But, yesterday, it was pretty hard not to think the universe was gunning for me.  It was all such stupid stuff, but I ended up fighting all day long.  I hate it when you fight all day long.

It all started with a phone call from the school. Mac has run up a 20 dollar tab in the cafeteria.  Which is surprising to me, as we have free lunches due to our financial situation.  Apparently, there is additional things available for purchase, who knew.  Mac was stunned by it all, and it wasn't really his fault, because last year this didn't happen.  I felt bad for him, but I also had to fight with the school because they are letting this kid, with a zero balance run up this tab??  I mean, it is October, you might have mentioned this in say, September??  Someone was asleep at the switch.

Then, Bob's car needed another $300 trip to the mechanic.  Which of course leaves us with a recommended repair list totaling about $2,500.  Do they think we are made of money.  Also, there was a coupon, that the guy forgot to take off the bill.  I now have to fight with them about adjusting that.

Then, Bob and I got into a fight about money.

Then, I drove across town and there was a whole situation at lunch, where some kid stole our chips.  It caused a big ruckus, and was very uncomfortable.  Then I drove home.

Then, I drove across town and the Dr. gives me a whole lecture about opening my heart to my kids more.  Basically, she shoulded on me.  I am having a hard time holding it all together, I do not need someone telling me what I should do.  Then I drove home.

Then, there was a whole uprising on ravelry, because there was Fake Fair Isle yarn in a swap bag I put together.  I mean, heated with mean words being thrown around and what not.  I didn't adequately research the yarns I received and play bad cop and send them back.  OMG!

Then, I felt like I really didn't have any support, because no one I called when I was at the edge of reason was home.  Seriously, everyone was gone, not just one person, the whole lot of pre-programmed numbers.  MIA.  I needed to talk to someone who was sane and they were all gone.  Perhaps the universe was smacking them too, I don't know, but call me k?


Then, I drove across town and I saw my friend M.  She was a smallish gift from the universe.  I felt much better.  Yeah M!  Then I drove home, a little happier.

Then, I got home and I was assaulted by the yarn situation...