Adventures of a Trivial Indentation
[Recent Entries][Archive][Friends][User Info]
Below are the 20 most recent journal entries recorded in the "lexiefaye" journal:[<< Previous 20 entries]
|
12:15 pm
[Link] |
My non-plot or a non-story intro based on reality ....
A little storytelling based on reality ... I imagine the rest of the story will be about the night manager getting sucked into an alternative fantasy realm parallel to the hotel she works in. Very Alice in Wonderland .... but I have no plot in mind and no time to write said non-plot. So here is the introduction to my non-plot of a non-tale:
***
The Senator drank wine how he legislated. He asked for a new glass of Chardonnay before his previous one was a quarter finished.
“What’s your name? Turkish?” he asked, looking down his nose at my name badge. The name Samantha Kelluk shone out in black lettering against the gold plate.
“Estonian. Meaning bell,” I replied.
Having already been stereotyped, there was no point explaining my Gypsy origin rather than the presumed Estonian one. Especially since, I am a whitewashed American, through and through. I was born in California to East Coast parents. Destiny made me the moderate offspring of a republican corporate attorney and unionist democratic teacher. I often felt my family’s was only bound by the same polite adherence to the age old policy of not speaking about politics or religion.
The Senator brought me back to the moment when he grunted his disinterest before turning away. The only significance I held for him was as the provider of his desired full wine glass. I felt the same lack of interest towards him, so I refilled the glass rapidly.
As the Senator scuttled back towards the piano player, I bent from my waist to slide the Rombauer back into the fridge. It slipped straight through my fingers. The full bottle was too close to the floor to fall. Instead, it simply collapsed upon itself as it buckled against the tile.
I didn’t flinch. I didn’t gasp out of shame or jump out of shock. I froze, not registering the breakage. If there wasn’t the noise and splatter, no one would have even noticed a shift in the scene. I didn’t react at all until the bellman, Shawn, approached with a broom.
“You need to move the bar mat.” he suggested confidently. I stepped away, taking the mat with me.
Shawn swept up the pieces in one swift motion. Shawn did everything in one swift motion, as if it pained him to exert any unnecessary effort. He was either the most efficient guy I knew or the laziest.
Shawn tossed his blond, baby locks aside as he examined his labors. He stepped on a few remaining shards, grinding them into the floor.
“There’s still some glass on the floor” he sarcastically whispered at me but more to himself.
“Don’t rub it in.”
A hard earned chuckle escaped his lips before he could stifle the mutinously unessential sound.
It was a typical evening as Night Manager at the Vineyard Inn and Spa. I had had my fair share of discount requests, room upgrades, and complaints for the day. Add to that the latest loss of company assets, namely my breakage of fine wine, and it was time to close down the bar and head off for the night.
I was exhausted. It was not simply due to the twelve hours I had just spent on shift. They were the normal intense atmosphere I expected at the Inn. I’d had enough fourteen and fifteen hour days to know the difference. This day just seemed too drawn out, with all the trivial disasters (how else do I describe the horror expressed when a guest gets the downstairs room booked when they really want the unavailable upstairs location) taking place too gradually throughout the day.
All I wanted to do was go home. But that was not what life had in store ….
Current Location: Work on a Sunday
Current Mood:  artistic
Current Music: Leave Out All the Rest
|
|
02:33 am
[Link] |
Prejudice
I don’t see myself as prejudiced.
Biased? Of course. We all are. But Prejudiced? No.
Prejudiced is such a harsh word for a liberal minded, Caucasian, Suburban, Jewish, Middleclass, girl of the 80’s. I can’t watch the 70’s era musical “Hair” because it is not PC enough. My mom is a hippie feminist turned low income school teacher. My dad is a reformed Neo-con religious extremist. I am thus given the same choice as most in my generation; we must become either apathetic or moderate. I choose the later. I want everyone to like me and so I like everyone in return. My dignity depends on the lifelong quest to befriend people of various races, religions, creeds and opinions. I learn from my Jamaican, Chinese, Indian and Italian cousins. I entertain starving artists and Fortune 500 CEOs. My conversations are not limited by the identity of my company. And I arrogantly pride myself in my open embrace of diversity.
And yet, even as I strive to have an open-mind, I find myself sometimes needing my mind to be forcibly opened.
I manage the Front Desk of a luxury hotel in Napa Valley and daily, I interact with our housekeepers. Housekeeping is the hardest working department in the industry. They work longer hours and regrettably, housekeepers rarely receive the level of prestige attained by those who work in the Front Office. Overwhelmingly, the housekeepers and housemen are Hispanic. Quite a few are in our country illegally. Most speak very little English. And I speak minimal Spanish. A typical conversation between me and a housekeeper sounds like this:
“Hola. Buenos Noches. Que Tal?”
“Bien”
“oh, um… Good!”
“Y tu, Alexandra?”
“Muy Cansada. Mucha Trabaja?’
“Si, Alexandra.”
(Pregnant Pause)
“Okay. Um… Adios.”
“Bye, Alexandra.”
The language barrier acts like a kind of filter, leaving me with a shallow understanding of who my housekeepers are. I can tell they are friendly, hardworking ladies of character but what that character is evades me. I do not understand their needs, complaints or the nuances and therefore, I have no sense of their interpersonal dynamic or of their dynamic personalities. And tragically, when honest observations could not bypass the filter, they were replaced by preconceived notions I did not realize existed in my head.
For a year, I watched the housekeepers arrive to work on buses and assumed they could afford no better. As I would hand them a paycheck, I would genuinely feel gratitude for their hard work when I would say “Gracious.” But then I assumed much of that money would be sent home to Mexico or Latin America. I envisioned the ladies living in squander with machismo husbands and the housemen, alone in a foreign land, flaunting a wild, dishonest bachelorhood. I came to the unconscious conclusion that my housekeepers were disconnected from the country and therefore, from the same responsibilities I live with. That somehow by being Spanish speakers and by remaining non-citizens, they had chosen to stay distant from and unattached to each other, the company, and anything that would tie them to their current livelihood. I thought that one had to revolt against ones current condition in order to be upwardly mobile.
I felt an unjustified pity and a benevolent superiority towards the housekeeping staff until last holiday season. We in the prominent Front Office were too preoccupied and forgetful to have our own departmental holiday party. At the last minute we threw money at the problem by handing out Jamba Juice gift cards instead. Housekeeping was more organized and arranged a Secret Santa. I was asked to witness the festivities so there was a strong managerial presence.
As the gifts were passed around, my eyes were opened. There were elegant purses filled with makeup and quartz watches. There were pajama sets with robes, sterling silver jewelry and basketball tickets. The housekeepers had agreed to a $40 minimum and happily, many obviously went way beyond that amount. My staff of affluent 20 and 30 somethings would have balked at a $20 minimum. They regularly compete over $10 tips. And their money is saved for frivolity and fun outside of work. In comparison, I was humbled by the housekeepers’ generosity and indisputable care for one another.
I wasn’t simply mistaken about their attitude toward each other and the company, but was in that moment able to see how disrespectful my assumptions had been. I was able to see how I could be a better person by offering not a benevolent superiority but a generosity that originated from the sincere gratitude I already felt towards the staff. One who strives to have an open-mind should not only embrace diversity but try to apply the best attributes found within the diversity toward themselves.
Current Location: Home. Glorious Home
Current Mood:  contemplative
Current Music: Hey Jude. The Beatles
|
|
01:29 pm
[Link] | long time since i posted ... but thats cuz i am ALWAYS working. (shrug)
anyway ... right now i'm in San Diego. Came for an old friend, Sarah Wiese's wedding. I'm Staying with my Great Aunt Anna (who i just learned is actually Anne but I have NEVER called her that) The airport was dreadful so i was very happy to finally make it into San Diego. We first stopped at the seaport village downtown. At at this wonderful joint, Busters. Great Aloha atmophere but it was the service that won us over. A very sweet (and cute) waiter really took great care of us and when we complimented him to his boss, he comped our dessert of yummy Coconut ice cream. At a little store there i also found the perfect dress for the wedding! Lower cut than i would normally get caught dead in, my mother convinced me i looked great ...
on to my Great Aunt's House.... when we showed up the door was opened by this unknown bleached blond surfer dude - turns out this is my 2nd cousin Ben just back from exploring Central America. His presence made the trip a whole lot more interesting. he came along the following day when we went to see the Dead Sea Scrolls exhibit in Balboa Park (interesting from both a Jewish and Archeology standoint - they totally butchered the pronounciation of Teffilin and called a washing cup a measuring cup).
Sunday was the wedding. The ceremony was gorgeous on this grassy gezebo area with a fountain and gigantic birds-of-paradise. there were ducks, butterflies, and hummingbirds. We threw rose pedals that landed on the train of Sarah's white-white gown. The ceremony was fairly traditional (7 brachas and all)with some special touches. I got burnt wearing that lower cut sundress but all was well. The reception was in a room overlooking the bay and ocean ... and we danced like it was years ago at our bat mitzvahs. The night ended at a more casual bonfire at the beach :) with fireworks from sea world, a firedancer from the local luau, and great company. absolutely wonderful!
Current Location: San Diego - Chapman Computer Lab
Current Mood:  cheerful
|
|
04:30 pm
[Link] |
Anti-semetics on the air ...
This morning I was appalled to overhear Radio Alice 97.3 Kllc-fm SF's the "Sarah & No Name" show discussing many inaccuracies about Bris Milah. They claimed that "a Jewish priest BITES the foreskin off and that is how one spread Herpes to the baby." They also hinted highly that they felt this ritual was an excuse for the sexual abuse of babies. After some research, I learned that they must have been refering to Rabbi Yitzhok Fischer and the act of oral metzitzah.
I am still quite upset, and the activist in me is ready to make a move. I have already contacted the Station, nicely asking for a transcript of todays show (to make sure I didn't miss anything) but I am trying to figure out my next move. I simply want a formal apology. My mom suggested I contact a Jewish writer for the SF Chronical and get her on the case. I am also planning on seeing if Rabbi Channah Feld, the local Lubavitch Mohel, would like to get involved. At the very least, I want to write the station or my own letter to the editor. Any suggestions for more I can do? Anyone know someone official I should contact? Anyone willing to help?
Current Location: just got back home
Current Mood:  pissed off
|
|
04:31 pm
[Link] |
It been a good day!
Why? Well, I am feeling much better. I still have the sniffles and a bad cough but I am no longer dizzy and headache ridden.
I spent my morning at an interview for a reception job at the Carneros Inn knowing full well that I already was offered and prefer the job at the Villagio. Felt bad wasting their time but I figured why not check it out before I commit myself unknowingly. It went well and I would be very interested in other circumstances. It would be a much tougher decision if I didn't find the Hotel Manager to be a hard ass. He is probably fantastic at what he does and would be a great asset to learn from but would simultaneously make my life miserable.
So after that interview, I drove the extra 15 minutes to the Villagio and signed the paperwork agreeing to work there as a Guest Services Manager! Hee! I start on January 3rd with a good salary, benefits, and even my dry cleaning is refunded. Thank goodness for Hawaii cuz I need a little bit of calming down before the rush I know will come with this new employment.
Current Location: home at last
Current Mood:  bouncy
Current Music: yellow brick road - Elton John
|
|
04:08 pm
[Link] |
I GOT IT!!!!!
Just posting to say I GOT THE JOB. Yippey :) Now I'm off to feed my cold with Matzah Ball Soup.
Current Mood:  sick but happy
Current Music: I can't hear cuz I'm too stuffed up
|
|
06:49 pm
[Link] |
Which of Henry VIII's wives are you?
this quiz was made by Lori Fury
|
|
06:40 pm
[Link] |
Not Your Everyday Artist
check out http://www.helenakeeffe.com/ I especially liked "The Past is Over" and "Letters". Enjoy.
also for your interest:
http://www.huongngo.com/newnew/?q=projects/2006/pop-up_studio
Quote from the site:
Hi! My name is Huong, and I live in New York in a tiny apartment barely big enough to live in, far too small to make art. So... I've created an 8'x8'x8' inflatable studio that suits two, and I am looking for a public space in which to inflate it, and someone else to come work in it with me.
I can travel to any of the 5 boroughs, and we can work in the studio together for up to 3 days in a row. If the space allows, we can even keep the studio up, and you can work in it into the night!
That's where you come in-- it's free, I just need your help finding good locations where we are welcome. Indoors or out is fine, but a place with electricity and protected from the wind is best!
Check out what's happened at the studio so far!
|
03:50 pm
[Link] |
UP, UP, and AWAY
Firstly ... I found this news bizarre: http://news.yahoo.com/s/afp/20061207/sc_afp/britainweatherpolice_061207134644
Ok, so on with the show. I got fed UP and called to the supposedly UPscale Villagio Inn to discover what was UP. Turns out they hadn't gotten back to me because they are having difficulties contacting my references. Which is totally annoying ... if they had just called me a week ago I could have sped UP the process. I checked to make sure the info they had was accurate - and that gave me the fantastic opportunity to say hi at the University Inn. Essencially, waiting for this job had UPended my week and left me very UPset ... when really I was worrying over stupidity and forgetfulness about a time-difference.
The only other things of note are planning the trip to Kona and that I discovered we got TCM here. I have been loading UP on classic movies. So far I have seen 3 Capra films (It Happened One Night, Mr Deeds Goes to Town, Mr Smith Goes To Washington - ironically, not the frequently shown this time of year Its a Wonderful Life), a crappy movie about an 18th Century granger, 2 tacky musicals (Funny Face - its pretty over the top but the Audrey Hepburn Gap commercial is from that ... and Meet me in Las Vegas - Cyd Charisse dances beautifully and does not much else), 2 films about amnesia but only the last half of each (I Love You Again with Myrna Loy and William Powell - fantastic .... and Overboard with Goldie Hawn and Kurt Russell - terrible) and a Marlene Dietrich western that was fairly pointless. All in all, I am dreaming about colorful Hawaii and not black and white Hollywood.
Current Location: Downstairs in my PJs
Current Mood:  ready to play
Current Music: Brighter than Sunshine - Aqualung
|
|
04:38 am
[Link] |
Red Hair Frustration
More than a little frustrating ... I STILL haven't heard back about the job. If they don't call me Monday, I'm calling them.
Today I had only one plan .... go to a Funky Holiday Party at 3pm. When I say funky it's because Lorri-Marie and Rob Jenkins are found artists and make their art out of other reused objects. Thay also have the enthusiastic and slightly whimsical personalities to match.
  
www.lorrimarie.com
So I spent my morning doing Suduko puzzles and listening to the stuff I burnt on a new MP3 player (free with the gift I bought my Dad for the holidays - holds only 40 MB ... which is about 30 songs... and the dial broke within the first 10 minutes of use) until Erika called sick, wanting me to be her replacement at the AB Gallery ... in 45 minutes. I was still in Pajama mode! Luckily I had clean suits in my closet so I could shower and be nicely put together on time. I arrived in a suit skirt, mauve buttondown and black heels to find out that I needed to climb up a rickity wooden ladder to install nails and get down on my knees to pull out small white pedistals from under the stairs. Just my luck. Then Kathryn came and it got worse ... 1.5 hours of making sure a slide projector was straight.
Finally I made it to the Jenkins' in time for the music (4:30pm-ish) and some carmelized corn. The setting was under a patio in the backyard with a fire in one corner and children sitting in an old metal bathtub (I kid you not)in the other. The band, Vermillion Lies, was fantastic and unusual. It is a sister pairing that plays everything from guitar, toy piano, and chimes to bicycle bells, washboard, kazo, bbq grill, a typewriter, and a flour sifter. http://vermillionlies.com/ Their lyrics are unique and humorous too. Think a mix of folk, bluegrass, vaudville, 40s jazz, alternative rock and circus burlesque. Seriously. One song in particular got to me - it was hypnotizing ... about two sisters who emotionally drift apart despite the fact they are physically attached to each other by the ends of their long red hair - that is until one's wedding night when her husband takes a pair of scissors to it - and the hair, their last connection, bleeds when it is cut ... so now the girls have long white hair. It was enchanting ...so much so that I got the CD ... but THE SONG ISN"T ON TH CD! NOR MENTIONED ON THEIR WEBSITE! IT IS LIKE IT DOESN"T EXIST! so I am so sad now :(
Current Location: Laptop = Isaac's Room
Current Mood:  aggravated
Current Music: Breathe (2 am) - Anna Nalick
|
|
03:30 pm
[Link] |
More Trompe L'oeil
Here we have a wall at Chico State by John Pugh:
and in Merced ...
from http://www.illusion-art.com/upcoming_img.asp
|
|
02:47 pm
[Link] |
The best chalk art ever
check it out : http://users.skynet.be/J.Beever/
For example ...
Simply amazing.
And wish me luck on my job interview at the Yontville Villagio Hotel (a fancy pansie manager position in the Napa Valley) this Wednesday. It's a second interview so I had to go out and buy a second suit! I decided then to hit the stores early yesterday (like at 6-7am) but my body played a practical joke and as a result I was there when the doors opened at 5 am. Got a Christmas Snow Globe out of the deal (a sarcastic whoopie!) and was back in time for work at 12.
My first interview there was an adventure. I got a flat tire 1/2 mile from the Villagio and convinced the tow truck driver to drop me there while he took my car AWAY TO GET A NEW TIRE. I even made my appointment with time to spare. But I did have to pay $25 bucks to a cab driver (to get me to the mechanic) and $72 for a new tire .... which was definitely a downer. I also thought I blew the interview and was totally depressed and drained by the end of the day. So I'm totally thrilled and shocked now that I am going back Wednesday!
Current Mood:  artsy
Current Music: A million ways - Ok Go
|
|
11:07 am
[Link] |
The Cape Cod Caper Continued
A very quick Thanksgiving thought ...
I am very thankful for Yellow Highlighters, Autumn maple leaves in Berkeley, Holiday Sales, and Craigs List.
I am very thankful for Dr Joel Fine, Tap Dancing penguins, Isaac back home for the break, and last minute vacation plans to Kona.
And I am very thankful that Shabbos is the day after Thanksgiving every year cuz how else would you deal with leftovers?
Current Mood:  thankful
Current Music: Vittorio E - Spoon
|
|
05:52 pm
[Link] |
When Harry Met Sally Radical Remake
|
09:46 am
[Link] |
150 days til Baseball's return
I am going through baseball withdrawl. It's been an amazing couple of weeks with it on my TV EVERY night, a baseball bat scupture ironically built at the Gallery, and finally with the Card's 1st WS win in my lifetime.
But now the excitement is over and I have 150 days until it starts again :( So last night I put on an Oakland A's DVD that was lying around just so I could watch Tony LaRussa when he was here. That sooooooooo didn't remedy my craving for the Redbirds ... but it did have me reliving the Loma Prieta Earthquake of '89. Funniest thing was Tony cracking up when he was told that they added an in-play rule to the rulebook in the case of another tremor. So now you know that if there is an earthquake during a ball game, the ball remains in play like there was a bad hop. Wonder if thats the case for all natural disasters?
Halloween I spent at my Mom's school because it sounded like too much fun to avoid ... a costume parade, pizza party and fair ... but it was horrid ... the kid's weren't sugared up yet but they were monsters of hyperness anyway. At least the party remained relatively clean with no punch spills (a serious threat) and only chips (not icing or cookie crumbs or cut up paper) on the floor. I count that as a miracle. Then my mom and I raced back home to decorate before the kids arrived. My mom has all these cutsie trinkets like gravestones that sing "Hot, Hot, Hot", ghosts that vibrate and a Raven that says "Never More" and "Beware" ... and we got it all up just in time for the moderate turnout ... and it ended in time for Dancing with the Stars (a guilty pleasure) so all went well.
Current Mood:  chipper
|
|
09:10 am
[Link] |
The Cardinals are going to the World Series!!!!!!!
Beltran at the Bat
The outlook wasn't brilliant for the New York Mets that day,
The score stood three to one, with but one inning more to play.
And then when Floyd died at home, and Reyes did the same,
A pall-like silence fell upon the patrons of the game.
A straggling few got up to go in deep despair.
The rest clung to that hope which springs eternal in the human breast.
They thought, "if only Beltran could but get a whack at that.
We'd put up even money now, with Beltran at the bat."
But Valentin preceded Beltran, as did also Chavez from **** lake;
and the former was a hoodoo, while the latter was a cake.
So upon that stricken multitude, grim melancholy sat;
for there seemed but little chance of Beltran getting to the bat.
But Valentin let drive a single, to the wonderment of all.
And Chavez, the much despised, tore the cover off the ball.
And when the dust had lifted,
and men saw what had occurred,
there was Chavez safe at second and Valentin a-hugging third.
Then from five thousand throats and more there rose a lusty yell;
it rumbled through the valley, it rattled in the dell;
it pounded through on the mountain and recoiled upon the flat;
for Beltran, mighty Beltran, was advancing to the bat.
There was ease in Beltran’s manner as he stepped into his place,
there was pride in Beltran’s bearing and a smile lit Beltran’s face.
And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat,
no stranger in the crowd could doubt t'was Beltran at the bat.
One hundred thousand eyes were on him as he rubbed his hands with dirt.
Fifty thousand tongues applauded when he wiped them on his shirt.
Then, while the writhing pitcher ground the ball into his hip,
defiance flashed in Beltran’s eye, a sneer curled Beltran’s lip.
And now the leather-covered sphere came hurtling through the air,
and Beltran stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur there.
Close by the sturdy batsman the ball unheeded sped --
"That ain't my style," said Beltran.
"Strike one!" the umpire said.
From the benches, black with people, there went up a muffled roar,
like the beating of the storm waves on a stern and distant shore.
"Kill him! Kill the umpire!" shouted someone on the stand,
and it's likely they'd have killed him had not Beltran raised his hand.
With a smile of Christian charity, great Beltran's visage shone,
he stilled the rising tumult, he bade the game go on.
He signaled to the pitcher, and once more the dun sphere flew,
but Beltran still ignored it, and the umpire said, "Strike two!"
"Fraud!" cried the maddened thousands, and echo answered "Fraud!"
But one scornful look from Beltran and the audience was awed.
They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his muscles strain,
and they knew that Beltran wouldn't let that ball go by again.
The sneer has fled from Beltran's lip, the teeth are clenched in hate.
He pounds, with cruel violence, his bat upon the plate.
And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go,
and now the air is shattered by the force of Beltran's blow.
Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright.
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light.
And, somewhere men are laughing, and little children shout,
but there is no joy in Metsville --
mighty Beltran has struck out.
Posted by: whatsgoinon3@yahoo.com | October 20, 2006 08:22 AM
In Summary ... last night was the most intense Game 7 NLCS in the history of baseball. What a Game! The Mets were absolutely a class act. Kudos. Chavez's grab was unthinkably amazing. But it was Suppan's consistancy and Molina's underdog, enthusiatic, clinch Home Run in the rain that made it a historic night. GO CARDINAL NATION!!!
Current Mood:  enthralled
Current Music: we are the champions - Queen
|
|
11:39 am
[Link] |
rushing on ....
A quick Belated Shanah Tovah and now that the Turtle has fish and I have 2 credit card machines from the bank, I'm gonna head back to work.
|
|
02:48 pm
[Link] |
Oh by the way
oh, sorry I didnt update about the date ... that's what happens when you get a computer virus and a boost in responsibilities at work simultaneously ...
The guy turned out to be an Israeli and surprisingly more interesting and my type than I expected. We totally hit it off and ended up walking the streets chatting for hours. But at the end of the night he tried to get WAY too physical with me PLUS he really wants me to go WAY out of my way to meet with him on his turf, 1.25 hours away in Palo Alto. Kindly (in my opinion) I thought after such a good conversation I'd give him a second chance and gave him permission to call my cell to plan a second date. He never called and honestly I'm not too put out ...
In the end the whole experience did exactly what I wished for and nothing more ... It got me out of my slump and into the pre Auction rush with a much happier, productive state of mind. Which seems to be holding out as long as the comcast suckers FIX THE TV TODAY!!!!!!
|
02:14 pm
[Link] |
Comcast is Satanic!
Aside from funny comercials, Comcast sucks ass ...
Last night our reception went out ... again. This happens ALL THE TIME!!! So we called them for their magical signal of rebirth and it totally fried the cable box. Power button was worthless. I was gonna be a home part of this morning anyway to deal with the reinstallation of a virus free computer (Yeah!!!) so I told them to come 8-12.
Morgan the "nice but I work for a monopology and feel bad about screwing you over while doing it" cable guy shows up at 15 til twelve after he totally ruined all my morning plans (like a trip to the library to get reading for Rosh Hashana weekend or maybe SLEEPING IN) by keeping me waiting with no phone call. By now Joe, the IT Tech Messiah, had realized that the Comcast internet was not turning up on the computer either. Morgan came up with the first viable answer to our cable woes after being the 7th technician out here for these issues since July. Turns out we were getting way too high a signal and that was blowing out the net (and frying each modem we were constantly getting replaced) but the switcher was on backwards which is why the TV was getting too weak a signal. After swaping everything out (and 1:30 floated on by) both comcast issues seemed to be fixed and Morgan continued on his way.
Joe reinstalled everything and I was about to head off for work when the cable on the TV died away again. I am haunted by the "One Moment Please. This channel should be available shortly" So I call them back and request Morgan's quick return ... but I was told he was already at his next job and I would have to wait for his rotation (2 more jobs and lots more hours) to finish before he could return. HOW WRONG IS THAT!!!! If he screwed up and didnt fix this job shouldn't I be next in line? But no :( Being asses is just easier than doing a competent and curtious job.
And now I can't get to work (I wanted to do one thing on my boss' computer on a day I knew she wouldn't be there - I was gonna be such a relief to get it done) or do any of the fucking things I was hoping to do .... THIS WAS MY FIRST DAY OFF (including weekends) SINCE THE SIXTH and because of the holidays MY LAST DAY OFF UNTIL THE FOURTH and it was totally DESTROYED by these Comcast Jackasses.
Aren't monopolies supposed to be Illegal?
Current Mood:  pissed off
Current Music: I've Had A Bad Day
|
|
02:14 pm
[Link] |
Murphy's law
So today I cried. a lot. Fighting against a relapse sucks big time. But I see the red flags and stumble elsewhere ... I think I will be in a better state of mind once work takes over my time later this week.
Which is why I am not in the mood for my first jdate date tonight. Yes, I signed onto Jdate ... a thing I said I wouldn't do. It took a LARGE amount of urging and a fortune cookie to get me to do it. But I did and I am trying it out ... the guy is an unlikely candidate (31, secular, accountant) but he's nice and I just need to get out!
Current Mood:  gloomy
|
[<< Previous 20 entries] |
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
lexiefaye's journal