Winter’s Tale

I am so tense. This damned Trump thing. Every time I turn around, it is something weirder and worse. Rick Perry for Energy Secretary. This is the same guy who wanted to eliminate the Dept of Energy…except he couldn’t remember what it was called. SERIOUSLY. And today it is Sly Stallone for head of the National Endowment for the Arts. That’s SOME endowment you have there, heh heh. F***ing Rambo is going to be deciding on grants for the American Ballet Theater. On the bright side, some 50 caliber guns will certainly liven up Gisele!

Yeah, a little tightly wound. HOW tightly? The other night, at a church potluck, a woman said she had FOUR TICKETS TO HAMILTON but (insert wrinkly nose here) she wasn’t sure about “all that rap stuff.” My people, I had to walk outside and catch some Pokemon to keep from assaulting her. LEAVE THE TICKETS FOR THOSE OF US WHO ACTUALLY WANT TO SEE THE THING, DAMMNIT. And Peggy.

I spent two hours on the phone trying to enroll Mom in Medicare Advantage yesterday. You have not lived until you have had to translate between a person with a heavy Filipino accent talking about complex insurance terms and a very stubborn, cranky 90-year-old. I was pretty much weeping by the end. The best part was that they needed mom’s checking account routing number and I did not have it and she did not have it, so we get to do the whole thing again tomorrow.

We would have done it today, but I dropped my iPhone on my laptop screen and cracked the shit out of the laptop. Yes, it is possible. Conflict of tech or something. Damn. So I called the help desk and they told me they would escalate my issue because they knew I could not work like that and they did that, all except for actually escalating the issue. Instead, they put it in the queue to nowhere, so I sat here for hours waiting for their call, which never came. This is pretty much the same as the last time I called them, when I had an email outage, so they sent a follow-up email to ask me WHEN A GOOD TIME TO CALL WAS instead of actually calling me. If I could have gotten email, I could have SEEN their email, but no. So when I didn’t answer, they went home.

God I love them.

I am tense. How are you?