Telemarketers

I got my new place, I got my new phone number. I went to register the number on the Do Not Call List. The site told me I couldn't report any abuse until after 31 days of having the number. So I waited. And I counted. And I got HAMMERED with calls. I kept a list of all of them. It felt like the only way I could have control.

July 7 was the last day I could get calls. Now, I get many fewer calls. But I still get them. Some are for the previous owners of the number, and I understand. (Seems like the last owner was in a bit of trouble, but maybe s/he was just unlucky.)

Now, when I get unsolicited calls, I ask the person to remove me from the calling list. Today, I got a call about child porn. When I actually got a person, I politely asked him to remove me from the list. He said, "Well, now that we're off to a good start, what's your problem with the issue of child porn?" I don't need sarcasm. Why does that guy get to be a jerk to me? He called me.

I understand that telemarketers have shitty jobs. Still, I don't think they get to be an ass to me. My theory on the phone is that I pay for the phone for my own convenience. No-one gets to use that to be snippy to me.

Enough

I'm ready to be completely selfish, however, those who know me know I'm not being unfair.

For many years, like since I was in undergrad, my father gave me a separate gift from my Mom. I now have 4 degrees. For each of the earlier 3, I got a graduation gift. This time, my father has decided that I don't need a gift. No gift from the only one of us 3 children who sent a father's day card or called the father.

Enjoy the state-run nursing home, I'm done.

(Fucker)

I Am So Mad

What a weekend...

Friday, I offered to take a neighbor to the airport. OK, I got it done. (Turns out I should cut off my fingernails before taking apart a wheelchair.) So I figured, OK, I'll go a town over and get my cable modem. I am, of course, paying for it and still don't have it. Of course I got lost, ended up in a neighborhood which was lovely and expensive.

Today - I call my brother back, and he tells me that the folks are stuck in Dulles (near me) and they might need a place to stay. Thanks for the preview!! Might have wanted to know that. Luckily, my Mom just called and said they're on the plane to San Diego.

In the interim, I'm doing laundry. I started my clothes with no one else there. I came back about 1 1/4 hours after starting the dryers, and find that one of my dryers has been emptied. I was a little nervous about approaching the skinny bitch who was in there, but I got over it. I asked, "Did you do this?" She said yes. That it was all dry. I said, "Except for these pants." No response. I told her if there was ever a problem in the future to knock on my door. She said, "That's how we do it here". Damn. Now I have to hang my clothes all night because apparently she knows more about dryers than I do. I hope she gets stuck in traffic tomorrow.

Better Now

Feeling much more positive than the last post - apologies all around for my pity party. I got a huge laugh today - ah, the glory that is MySpace. I found out a friend has a page, and to be honest, I giggled for a while. Why? So I went to look at it. Nothing, really, but I was able to link from that page to other people's pages (people I knew long ago). Interesting to catch up.

The best part of MySpace is reading how people describe themselves. Even better if you know the person. Wow, my psych degree kicked into overtime reading the descriptions. I'd love to share more but I risk hurting people's feelings, and that's not the intent. It helps to know that if I could be face-to-face with the authors, I would tease them relentlessly.

Lately, since the move, I've been cheesily nostalgic, so looking through MySpace was kinda fun. There's a few people I wouldn't mind reading about. This may end up being a good thing, because otherwise in my super-sad moments I have a tendency to call people who would rather not hear from me.

Safety first!

Thoughts

I'm learning so much law that it's overwhelming. Each day is like a semester in the class I wish I attended. But....well, but nothing. Like I have any idea what I'm doing.

Here's my real world these days:

Traffic - at least for the most part the drive is pretty.
Telephone - the evil government bastards have decided that I can't report the ceaseless telemarketers until 31 days after I register my phone number. (Which, btw, didn't work for better than a week after I had it. Wish I'd known, I'd have registered it then.) This means that 7/7/07 is an extra special day for me because I can finally report the jerkoffs who keep calling me.
School - it's relentless and I'm terrified.
Friends - have their own lives, and I'm jealous because I wish I had one right now.

I promise to try not to bitch too much in the future. Clearly, not a great day.

PS - Taco Bell food contains Xanax.

Moving In - Eternally

So, I'm in the new place. Yesterday I got cable, hooray! This should mean I have internet access in the apartment, but no. I do not. I guess I have to find an office and get a cable modem. Until then, at least my building provides me with free access. (And free laundry, too!) There are boxes everywhere. I can't seem to get the gumption to actually finish unpacking. After watching a video about civil procedure for 3 days, it's hard to have the energy to breathe.

Anyway, I should have a telephone tomorrow. This is good because I'm getting very lonely and I miss chattering with my friends and family. HopefullyI'll start meeting some friends here soon as well.

OK, enough of that. I just finished my first graded essay for bar review and if I hurry, I can watch both episodes of ER before I go to class.

Apartment!

I found a place, a lovely, lovely place that's convenient and quiet. I even met a neighbor! I just ordered cable, phone, and internet - everything I need to survive. I have a long weekend, which I love. So I'm taking an ill-advised day off. I should be studying for the bar. I should be figuring out when supplemental jurisdiction comes into play and teaching myself mnemonics. I should, I should...forget it, I'm not gonna. I'm going to celebrate with a beer and bad television.

My cat is going stir crazy in the hotel room. No toys, nothing fun to do. He doesn't believe me about the new apartment. I can't wait for him to figure out the new place. Years ago, when I lived in Alabama, we had a huge deck where he could hang out. In Cleveland, nothing but a window. Here, he'll get a balcony, and maybe even a plant. Are there safe plants for cats? I don't want to kill him with greenery.