8. Try to cheer up an on-line tech support person at your wireless phone providers website.
When she typed, “It’s my pleasure to help you.” I typed back: “OMG you mean they don’t pay you?” Which got a “har, har” and then she told me that she does in fact get paid.
I tried to go with another company. My choice in new provider seemed fitting because it was a really windy day yesterday, my contract was finished with the other company and due to watching WAY TOO MUCH TELEVISION this holiday season I heard about their GREAT DEALS. I need very little from a wireless phone as I work at home. You can call it working. Okay, I’m feeling blue again. I gave up switching because I don’t have a drivers license and I don’t know where my expired passport has gotten to and their debit machine was not working and I didn’t have enough cash with me. Instead I went home and called my former provider and signed up for another three years. In the hours that followed, granted I was inside and warm, I finally got my new Doro phone set up to be mailed. It is a phone for seniors but now it is being made available for “senior minded” individuals like myself. There is hardly anything you can do with it except phone for help. It has BIG BUTTONS.
I gave up switching after a bit of a depressing morning. I located the competition on line and decided I could walk. It was arduous walking into the north wind. I had to bang on the door to get the lone employee to open the door. I had double wrapped my scarf around my face to keep the needles of cold wind entering the little spaces around my hood. I felt like I should be in the movie “Doctor Zhivago” only as a frozen corpse, not as a lover…
I must have looked scary.
I think the lone employee thought no one would be out to purchase a new cell phone on a day like that because she had passed wind. It must have been just before I got there. It was very noticeable. She made an excuse to go into the back but it seemed the problem was chronic as it was repeated by her as she tried to describe what it would take to get a “pay as you go” phone that I would barely use.
Other people came in but they left. I know they thought it was me who had passed gas. I looked like a homeless person and homeless people take the blame for bodily odors in public places. Really it is wrong. I know this now. It is difficult enough at this time of year for the homeless without people assuming they are always the ones passing wind in public places.
I am not beating the winter blues much, as you can tell.
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