Ever feel like you’re just trapped in one of those days when everything is doomed to be
broken? And not normal broken, where stuff just breaks. Oh no. We don’t get normal broken
around here. See, a couple weeks ago, we went to turn the light off on our ceiling fan and
the switch broke. With the light on. Over our bed. At bedtime.
So we unscrewed all four bulbs, went to bed, and contacted the landlord in the morning. Two
weeks later, the repair people are finally supposed to show up at noon today (the repair
company is slow, not the landlord), so I’m waiting until they get here and can fix the
switch on our ceiling fan and we can once again have light in the bedroom. It’s terrible,
but I’m sort of half-hoping they’ll have to replace the entire fan, because then maybe we
can get a nice neutral looking one instead of this FABULOUS 70s faux-wood laminate with
gold trim. I would like one of the cheap white ones that blends in to the ceiling. And has
more than one setting for fan speed. A remote would be awesome too, but I’ll settle for a
chain that’s not extended by a piece of yarn.
And if that weren’t enough for today, the internet died. And not one of those wake up to
find it off days. No, I was in the middle of stuff when suddenly pages stopped loading
without warning. The laptop doesn’t connect either, and, more importantly, the router has a
pretty orange light where the green one for internet connectivity should be. So I called
Verizon and waded through their menus. After being on hold for 20 minutes, I called back.
We’re about ten minutes into the second phone call. After this, I call again and stop
playing their pretty menu games. I will just mash buttons until a human picks up. I can
understand a long wait at lunch time or after work hours. But at 10:30 am?
So, finally got a human (and she’s very nice). She suggested an outage in Suitland due to a
car taking out a utility pole, which seems a bit far to actually be affecting us, and
according to her system won’t occur until 11:23am (they have very advanced systems at
Verizon, it seems). Then she did a little network magic on her end, and suddenly I had
internet again. But, of course, she had absolutely no idea why it went out in the first
place. Figures, right?
So now, I’ve got 45 min until the repair folk are scheduled to show, during which time I
think I need to have second breakfast, and maybe call the community management people to
figure out why we haven’t gotten our pool passes yet. See, preggers wants to swim this
summer, so they better FIX IT.