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The internet is back.
Well, it was never gone.
But we were.
So now we have it. Again.
Why?
Because I was on hold with AT&T for about 20 minutes, then on the phone with a man I could hardly understand for another half hour.
And he helped me get our internet set up. =) He was great!
So everyone in the house cheered and thanked me and the AT&T Agent was very happy that I was so easy to work with. We also thanked him for his help.
But now, Sara can't get her laptop connected to the network.
Our stuff, including an extra cord that hooks a computer up to the router just in case, is still packed in boxes.
We don't know where anything is.
My mother was getting angry because she said that Sara was frustrated while I was "all happy because I was hooked up" to the internet.
Well, excuse me. I did all the work...and yes, I'm happy. Okay, that's selfish. I'm sorry.
Anyway, Mom kept saying how I have asked her where everything is and she gets mad because she doesn't have all the answers and if I want something, I have to get up and find it myself.
Okay, I understand that.
However, I was also absent for 95% of the move; so while Mom doesn't know where everything is, she has a better fucking idea than I might, so I figure I'd ask her before I start searching aimlessly.
So yes, Mom, I'm happy. I'm happy that my internet is working again so I can keep in touch with my DBSK-informed friends who read things that I can't and I can talk to my boyfriend who I don't see for months at a time.
I'm also unhappy.
I'm unhappy that you're tearing down my happiness because of your frustrations. I'm unhappy that I only have $30 in my bank account, which I had to transfer from my savings, to cover for my bus ticket expenses. (Which, by the way, you did not pay for!) I'm unhappy that someone died on a Greyhound bus recently. I'm unhappy that after 4+ years, we still have prepaid phone accounts. I'm unhappy that you think it's weird that I want to lose weight and aren't really supporting me the way you should be. I'm unhappy that I haven't gotten a sufficient amount of new clothes in far too long. I'm unhappy that I have to deal with such stupid people at my job that I somehow don't completely hate because it pays well.
So, Mom, sorry for being an optimistic, generally happy person and looking past the frustrations in my life in order to accomplish my goals and enjoy myself.
(Do you sense the sarcasm?)
*sigh*
My real point is, I don't know what you or Sara expect of me with this whole internet thing
Because I haven't got a fucking clue.
//end rant//
I love everyone~!
Well, it was never gone.
But we were.
So now we have it. Again.
Why?
Because I was on hold with AT&T for about 20 minutes, then on the phone with a man I could hardly understand for another half hour.
And he helped me get our internet set up. =) He was great!
So everyone in the house cheered and thanked me and the AT&T Agent was very happy that I was so easy to work with. We also thanked him for his help.
But now, Sara can't get her laptop connected to the network.
Our stuff, including an extra cord that hooks a computer up to the router just in case, is still packed in boxes.
We don't know where anything is.
My mother was getting angry because she said that Sara was frustrated while I was "all happy because I was hooked up" to the internet.
Well, excuse me. I did all the work...and yes, I'm happy. Okay, that's selfish. I'm sorry.
Anyway, Mom kept saying how I have asked her where everything is and she gets mad because she doesn't have all the answers and if I want something, I have to get up and find it myself.
Okay, I understand that.
However, I was also absent for 95% of the move; so while Mom doesn't know where everything is, she has a better fucking idea than I might, so I figure I'd ask her before I start searching aimlessly.
So yes, Mom, I'm happy. I'm happy that my internet is working again so I can keep in touch with my DBSK-informed friends who read things that I can't and I can talk to my boyfriend who I don't see for months at a time.
I'm also unhappy.
I'm unhappy that you're tearing down my happiness because of your frustrations. I'm unhappy that I only have $30 in my bank account, which I had to transfer from my savings, to cover for my bus ticket expenses. (Which, by the way, you did not pay for!) I'm unhappy that someone died on a Greyhound bus recently. I'm unhappy that after 4+ years, we still have prepaid phone accounts. I'm unhappy that you think it's weird that I want to lose weight and aren't really supporting me the way you should be. I'm unhappy that I haven't gotten a sufficient amount of new clothes in far too long. I'm unhappy that I have to deal with such stupid people at my job that I somehow don't completely hate because it pays well.
So, Mom, sorry for being an optimistic, generally happy person and looking past the frustrations in my life in order to accomplish my goals and enjoy myself.
(Do you sense the sarcasm?)
*sigh*
My real point is, I don't know what you or Sara expect of me with this whole internet thing
Because I haven't got a fucking clue.
//end rant//
I love everyone~!