So for those of you who may not know, I have a 30 minute commute to work. It's a relaxing drive (no crazed motorists in general) so I don't mind it. In fact, it gives me a lot of time to just sit and think. And I think of the craziest stuff... If you were only inside my head for a few minutes of that drive you seriously would probably pull a "Jamie Spears" and have a conservator appointed for me. But at any rate, these are the things (that I can share publicly) that I was thinking about on the way home from work today:
1. The reason I'm home so early is because our internet went down at work. It's moments like that when you realize that the internet is some type of cyborg freak that controls your whole life! I sat there for an hour trying to decide what to do with myself. Maybe I'll check my email... oh, right right. Hmmmm, banking? No.... I could write up those insurance statements... but then I'd need to email them. I could research the dates of that conference I'm supposed to arrange just so I know... Uhhh, am I stupid? Probably. In a stream of consciousness format that thought brought me to my next thought which was, why is it that all internet technicians look like this:
I know ours certainly does. Plus which, why are they all so annoying?! Our internet connection out at 'the ranch' is so temperamental, seems like any time a slight breeze comes through it goes out. Also, as it happens there is only one guy who has an ISP out in the town of New Harmony, so he's got our market completely cornered. So you can all feel my pain, this is my typical phone call to our 'internet guy' that is supposed to fix our network issues.
Christie: "Hi, this is Christie from -----. Our internet's gone down again."
Internet Guy: "Everything is fine."
*Long Pause of my Confusion*
Christie: "Well, no it's not fine, otherwise I wouldn't be calling you."
Internet Guy: "Well my system shows that you're up and running and the internet is being beamed to you."
Christie: "Well how come I can't get any pages to load then?"
Internet Guy: "That's not my problem."
Christie: "Uhhhh... ok..... hmmmm......Well what are we supposed to do then?"
Internet Guy: "Did you try resetting your battery back up & computers?"
Christie: "Yes I did."
Internet Guy: "You have to press the black button on top by the light."
Christie: "I know where the button is. I pushed it, I swear."
Internet Guy: "Well sometimes it takes up to 10 minutes to come back online."
Christie: "It's been 24 hours."
Internet Guy: "Did you restart your computer?"
Christie: (Trying to fight really hard against the anger and keep my voice calm.)
"Yes. You tell us to do this every time, and every time I do it BEFORE I call you.
Sometimes it works. This time, it did not."
Internet Guy: "Well then I don't know what the problem is."
Christie: "Do you think maybe you could come down here and find out?"
2. I've been given an award! You can go to my good friend Cara's blog to find out the details. Evidently at least SHE thinks I'm funny. It is also somewhat intimidating. Am I building up some sort of expectation here? Because I think she's just being nice - and probably just needed a 4th person for her list. Also she mentions in there that we've been friends since we were about 14. Then she proceeds to say, "Mostly". Now for anyone whose curiosity is piqued as to why we've only "mostly" been friends since we were 14, I will tell you as I think I have a pretty good idea of what she's referring too.
I believe she may be alluding to an incident in which we were away on a 'youth excursion' together right around the age of 15-16. I got a little miffed, and I MAY have picked up a few items and hurled them across the room at her, and then I'm sure I said something really profound like, "losers" and stormed out of the room and refused to speak to her for a few weeks. It wasn't even just her I was mad at, there was about 3 of them... and they know who they are.... although they probably don't remember why I was so mad. Neither do I.
What can I say? I was a bit of a dramatic and somewhat volatile teen - and before you raise your eyebrows and say, "Teen??"... well don't, just shut it!!!! I've calmed down... a lot... ask her if you don't believe me! Don't make me take off my shoe and beat you with it!!!!
Now, where was I? Oh yeah, you're probably wondering why on earth she's still friends with me. I was wondering the same thing on my way home from work today. It certainly isn't how thoughtful I am, as I forget my friends' birthdays at least 1/2 the time. Often more. It definitely isn't my great advice. It's probably not that I'm supportive and understanding. I really don't know, but I'm glad she's still my friend! We have had some great times, old and new, and I'll probably blog more about them in coming months. If I don't tell this story in the next little while, someone remind me to blog about the time there was a mugging in Cara's basement.