Randomness
Hello Cherubs!
I don’t have many routines anymore, but the ones I have are pretty ingrained. There was no internet in my home yesterday. The HORRORS!!!!
I don’t really feel like I have many friends in Indy anymore and the friends I do enjoy, I only seem to be in contact with them via electronic means. Last night was just creepy all around. I come home after a REALLY long day at work and all I want to do is check my e-mail and all of the sites I can’t check up on at work. BUT NOOOOOOOOOOO! The router isn’t getting a signal. I called the phone company. Of course, I was speaking to a fella in India who I could surprisingly understand, except for when he tried to say the letter C. He had a funny accent but it was also very pleasant. It was VERY British. I almost laughed when he tried to tell me his name. From my past experience, people in overseas call centers like to change their “phone names” to something more American. I know when Sister Bitchy St. Bitterness managed the team in India; he would also laugh at what names they wanted to go by. My guy last night was named Nash. The thing that struck me humorous is that he hesitated when he introduced himself. Almost like he forgot what name to use.
Of course, he was no help so he transferred me to the “Domestic help desk” who could do more tests and send someone out to walk the line if needed. This guy had an accent as well, but I couldn’t tell what it was. It sounded Middle Eastern with a little ghetto thrown in. He was fun. The issue appears to be outside of the box, so someone should be over there anytime to check it out. Here’s hoping I have internet tonight.
This really isn’t such a bad thing. It forces one to find other things to do. I decided that it was time to get my new passport picture taken. I REALLY need to get it renewed in a hurry since it’s almost time for my cruise. WOW!! 18yo vs 28yo Waylon…interesting difference. I wish you could see. It makes me laugh. The people at work didn’t think it looks like me…except of course…for the smile. However, it is amazing what facial hair can do. When I don’t have facial hair I look like a totally different person. It’s nuts really.
Just as I was getting ready to leave the house, Sister Bitchy St. Bitterness asks me to be careful. I looked at him oddly when he goes on to mention that there is a Tornado Warning and that Tornados have been seen to the West and the storm is moving pretty quickly. Of course, I go anyway. It was raining a little, but the winds…oh the winds were howling. I go to a Walgreen greens which is in a pocket of “Ok-ness” in the middle of the ghetto. Since it was so late (well, it was only like 6:00) the Manager had to help me at the Photo Center. OH golly…he was oddly funny. He was this TALL, pear shaped fella. Well I am not sure if you would call it a pear. It was more like an eggplant with double d’s. However, he had this BRIGHT red hair and this face that made him look 12. I am not kidding. He looked like he should barely be working there, but then he had this body of a 45 year old. To make it more interesting, he had the HIGHEST voice. It was nuts! He was funny however and we laughed a bit. I warned him about my cheesy smile and he said it wasn’t all that bad. HA…I think he liked me. It’s too bad that Queeny-Ginger-Eggplants in the Ghetto aren’t really my style…well no it’s not too bad lol.
When I get back into the Jeep all weather hell breaks loose. Yeah, wow. I couldn’t’ see and the streets were already starting to flood. I could only imagine how horrid my basement was at that time. I am at a stop light looking at the dark scary sky and all of the people having issues in the rain. It was a very apocalyptic picture. I look to the left and smile. On the side of the electronic box for the traffic lights there was some graffiti. I was Martin Luther King with the phrase “Say No to War”.
I like living in the city!
:) Waylon