Bad news, good news, more good news, more crappy news -or- God doesn't close a door that he doesn't open a window somewhere (-or- put on yer seatbelts peoples, here we go again)...
The bad news is last night Sprint screwed up and suspended my phone service. (Worse news for them is that they really screwed up back in January...)
Anyway, I have a payment schedule worked out with them and I've been doing WHAT THE PAPERWORK SAID.
'Tis not MY fault if they can't do math.
Neither can I.
I admit that.
But, hell, even I could see that they'd inadvertantly halved what my payment was supposed to be every month when the paperwork got here.
Still... far be it for me to tell them how to do things. Just like nearly any other time somebody screws up and they wanna blame us, right?
I called them and the first 14 frickin' times I called, I got a dot-head. I could tell by the accent as well as the incompetence. Those dipshits connected me to a closed office, connected me to a fast busy signal then, when I called back yet again, left me on hold for about a day and a half.
So, I hung up on that call too, called back and got...
AN AMERICAN!!! YAY!!!
I even told her if I hadn't gotten her, I'da hung up and called back again.
Then, I told her why. Once she quit laughing, I explained what was going on and she tried to get me back on right then (because I was so innocently correct for once... *weg*) BUT... because of the payment arrangement thingy, I had to call back today, to a particular office, and git the shit straight.
Which leads to the first "good news"... It worked.
I'm back (obviously) and I'll bet ya's din't even know I wuz gone...
*rolls eyes* So, I go to work today and find out my second "good news" (and, boy is that in quotes for a reason...). Which is this: I get to not hafta get up at the butt crack o'dawn for a while.
(Mad William... wanna start a fuckin' CLUB, man?) I'm not fired.
(Yes. I realize this qualifies as "good news" too, but wait...) I'm "laid off" for a bit.
*sigh* This is thanks to Mr Boss's other business.
The one in which he builds "very-much-like-barns" buildings.
The company who sells the buildings has changed it's "payment to dealers" policy and caught Mr. Boss "with my pants down", as he put it. He's got money out that he was expecting to get back from The Company very soon. Not gunna happen now.
NOW, the buildings have to be completed and, I think, the customer hasta pay The Company before Mr Boss gets paid. Meanwhile, here's Mr Boss nailed to the wall.
He said he had to borrow some money against SuperHorse and another horse to keep going for now.
AND, as soon as The Company quits being a plug in the asshole pf progress (my phrase, thanks), he's gonna let me know. I knew something was up, anyway... I didn't want breakfast this morning.
Then, when I got to work, he already had half of the small barn done.
Then, he kept hanging around me, acting kinda uncomfortable.
He even followed me outside the barn while I grabbed a smoke and he doesn't smoke himself... Then, he left and I started forkin' shit and here he comes back again. He starts out using my name, which is hardly ever good, and he says, "I've gotta talk to ya and I don't wantcha to take any of what I hafta tell ya the wrong way. I'm gonna say what I mean and mean what I say, so don't think I'm sayin' something else, okay?" "Okaaay." Then, he told me. He feels like shit, I know.
And, not just because he said so.
He also forked shit alongside me, stall for stall, all the way through the big barn. Kept saying things like I can feel free to come on over anyway and he still wants George and Eric to help him with the shit he's needing help with (flooring and some fence work, shit like that) and he's got some really expensive Western shirts he doesn't wear anymore he wants Eric to have and yes I am gonna be back there and he may not even be able to take SuperHorse to that show he needs to go in to get his last two points for his Supreme Championship in Halter and on and on. One of the times he said he feels like shit, he almost choked up. I heard 'im.
Which made ME tear up... I simultaneously hate this and can't wait to not hafta be up so early the first day I don't hafta be, ya know? *whispers*
I also can't wait til my first day back there... man, this blows. Meantime, I've got the painting to do.
I've got the lady up the street with the horses she needs trained and I suppose there'll be some shit I can do right on this farm for a while.
Plus, there IS a shitload of shit around here needs doing. Oh, and I went to my buddy yesterday insteada waiting for him to come here, so that's helping my attitude, too. So... to recap... Sprint screwed up, admitted it and fixed it AND I get to, for once, at least give the appearance of innocence.
And, I get to sleep in for a while.
And, I still have income potential.
And, I have my "horticultural substance", as it were. *sits and watches cursor blink* Man. Oh well. Guess I oughta go bust some suds.
(South Joisey "street" for "wash some dishes"...) I'll be back.
Later.
God, knoooows... I'll be back.
(He also knows I'll have the time... *rolls eyes*) Peace, y'all...
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