Do up your seatbelts, y'all... it's been that kinda day.

(This does end well, so forgive my periodic pathos here in the beginning, 'kay?)

It was a dark and stormy night...
day...
coupla days...
wait.

Scratch that...

I wanna say it started yesterday, when they shut off the TV, but, really, it started the second day I was here, not having a job yet.

Well... I've solved that.
I have three now.

I called Faaaah-bio back.
Finally.

When they shut the TV off yesterday, I was all, like, "Whatever. God knows I have enough unlabelled tapes around to keep me busy for weeks, if need be..."

Wasn't gonna sweat it.
Knew I am working and that it was bound to overtake me, at least a little, sooner or later... the not having been working all along, I mean... the bills.

Well, now they are.
Yesterday the stupid TV (which I still don't really care about) and today... my Nextel cell went bye-byes.

Again... house phone is still on, so it's not like I'm totally incommunicado, but.... not being able to talk to a coupla people by DirectConnect sucks donkey balls.
Eric, mostly...
I hate this.

Yeah... the house phone, or "landline" as I usually say, is still on so far.

And, a "double" car insurance payment is due NOW, due to not being able to pay it last month, soooo...
It's a race.
What happens next?
My landline gets severed, my car becomes uninsured or I get paid and then next week, we both get paid and alla this shit just hangs on til then...
Then, there's the whole "lukewarm waterbed" issue...

*bangs head on desk*

See why my "toothy grin" looks a tad bit maniacal?

BUT...
Also, between yesterday and today, I got two messages on the landline voicemail that I didn't get til today and boy, were they cool.
AND, I got this Christmas card in the mail today...

So, while my TV was being shut off yes-tiddy, I was also being called, I think the word she used was "wonderful", by Larry's wife, because she's been balls-to-the-wall the last coupla days and I cleaned her horses stalls when I did our own, so she left me a message just to say thanks and that "wonderful, so NICE" part. (Then, today, when Eric went to do the stalls for me since he's off and I'm not, there was a $20 tacked to Action's stall... from Doris.)

The other message was Fabio again, wantin' me to call him back, which I just did.

So, while my Nextel cell was goin' ta hell today, he wasn't writing me off and hiring a buncha other people.
And, that so far beyond sweet AND wonderful that I don't even know what words to use Christmas card was being delivered.

So, my whole day went kinda like this...

Already be awake this morning 'cause I sat up all night fuckin' around on here and watching tapes 'cause the TV's off.
Got a shower.
Put on all new "layers", which is always nice... a lift. (Meaning fresh layers of clothes, from longjohns out. I don't have 72,000 sets of longjohns, so I make 'em last a coupla days at a time...)
Went to the horse farm.
Got out of having to do our guy's stalls just for today, God Bless Ricky-poo.
Came home with every intention of whipping the house back into shape, but, actually got here and within an hour or so, started to lose cohesion and wound up going to sleep for a while.
But, my "decent" attitude was still holdin'... kinda well. My whole "we WILL survive", Jerry Garcia, optimistic outlook was still happening.

I wake up to find out about the Nextel shit.
Fuck.

So.
Just about the time that that and the TV and the car insurance and the other phone bill all started piling on and making me pre-suicidal, I grab a cuppa coffee, talk to Eric for bit, wind up in tears over it all and then...

Eric shows me what he found on Action's stall door AND what came in the mail today.
Holy shit, man...

He went to put alla the horses in (our and theirs) and I sat here, watching the phone blink that it has "messages".
Figured I'd better go on and get 'em before this sumbitch gets shut da fuck too, and... wow again.

That's when I got called "wonderful" and when I knew I could still get with Fabio.

So, I did.
From what I can gather, talking to him, he really likes my personality and he already thinks I'm a (funny, not dangerous) nut (don't know me very well, do he?), so he's gonna get me on the schedule and we'll see what happens.

I can crunch my time at the horse farm and maybe get there a little earlier or something and Fabio said he needs "a strong waitress" at night more than during the morning, really, because, right now, the night shift is populated by young'ns and they aren't the most reliable, best-skilled people on Earth, usually.

He also said he likes my voice and have I ever considered being an "operator", to which I replied, "Well, I usta dispatch cops and ambulances", to which HE replied, "No, I mean a phone-sex operator. You make LOTS of money doing that..."
(Ooookay.... *raised eyebrow and half a grin*)
To which I replied, "Yeah, but ya do know that most of those whiskey-voiced women are about 300 lbs, with curlers in their hair, moustaches and chest hair... I swear, it's usually like a female trucker on the other end of the line, Dude..."
To which he fell on the floor, laughing...
That's when he said I oughta become a comedian (What "become"? I already IS one, thankee...) and that he's gonna call the chick who does the schedule and tell her I'm on, I called, let's do it.

He wants me to call him tomorrow at 1pm, but, I think what I'm actually gonna do is go get a white shirt (and notice that I'm not sighing in disgust or whining (much) about that part... I hate white on me. I look like a toad in white...) and actually go through all the motions involved in the metamorphosis from "horse barn" to "touching people's food plates" so I can see just how "involved" it's gonna be and to let him see what I look like in "waitress mode".

Also, I believe if he sees that I already got the shirt-n-shit, it'll allay any fears he may have about how serious I am about alla this, since it took me a coupla days to call him back, ya know?

Feels like a plan, to me....

Meanwhile, Eric is making chicken for dinner, since I'm in here typing (and he was off today and I wasn't. Plus, he "saved" the houseshit for me, so, it all works out... *grin*).

What's gonna hapen is this:

I'mina eat a chicken laig or two.
Clean the house.
Do the nails.
Get everything around here as "ready" and ahead as I can.
Go to the horse farm.
Do our guys.
Go to Wally-world, a.k.a. "WalMart" and get the shirt.
Come home and turn from a horseshit-slinger into a shit-on-a-shingle slinger and "go see" Fabio at 1pm. (I like that. I get to go on a "go see", like Gia Carangi or somebody... "And, modelling the latest on horsepoop-ware is Stevie... She is wearing vintage longjohns, a layer of sweats and tops it off with Yamaha snowmobile pants, topped with a 3X sweatshirt to have enough room to move. The "The Rising South" baseball hat is her personal statement, as are her black leather steel-toed boots. She makes a fashion statement in ANY barn..."
(which is "HELP ME!!!! I look like the Michelin Tire Man!!!! Or that kid, Randy, in "A Christmas Story...) "Go see", indeed... *giggle, snort*)
Then...
Let y'all know how it went, IF the landline is still on.
If it ain't, rest assured it'll be back real damned quick and we WILL be okay here and that I do love ya's and will be doing all I can to get my shit in one sock.

Okay?

And, BlogDog?
You are one of the sweetest guys I've ever known that I haven't met in person... yet.

Thank you so very much for the card "and"...

I promise you, the first chance I get to do something like this for someone, I'm gonna and when I do, I'm gonna tell 'em, if they ask, to thank Ric in Va., as I'm passing on what he did for me... for us.

Thank you again, so much more than I could ever adequately express in words.

You are utterly amazing.

Peace

Posted by: Stevie at 07:57 PM

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Posted by: BlogDog at December 22, 2005 11:13 AM (+UlJy)

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