Kisha opens mail, and thinks it's worth blogging about.

I am so childish sometimes. I got a manila envelope in the mail that says "DO NOT BEND" in red, all across the front. It's not the first one I've received, though, so I happen to know that it's just credit card spam. So.. instead of bending it.. I rip it in half in lieu of opening it, just to annoy whoever came up with the bright idea of writing "DO NOT BEND" on something which contains a folded piece of paper.

Hey, I didn't bend it. I want the record to clearly show that.

Don't make me start hating you less than two months after I signed up for your service

I just got so aggravated at DIRECTV that I called them to bitch, inflicting my raspy hard-to-understand voice on some poor underpaid Indian woman, and also, straining my abused throat.

Here's what happened:

I set our account up to autopay by credit card, so when I got their next bill, I checked it out to be sure that it all looked okay. Imagine my surprise when it showed a $2.25 late fee. I was sure that I hadn't set that up after the due date of the first bill, so I pulled that bill out of the filing cabinet.. and, sure enough, I had written "autopay, amazon, 3/2/05". (god, i love it when my organization-freak skills work out for me--the amazon is a reference to which credit card it was that I used.) I checked the account online and it all looked correct, but they hadn't actually BILLED the credit card until 3/20. So, to recap:

3/2: I set up autopay.
3/11: Due date of bill.
3/20: They billed the card, and added a late fee of $2.25 because it was late.

WTF?! They bill me late and then charge me for it?! I DON'T THINK SO.

So I called her, and explained the situation. (I actually said, "I fail to see why this is my fault.") And she rushed to give me a credit of $2.25 (actually, she probably would have done anything to get me off the line since she could barely understand a word I was rasping out.. I should have tried to milk her for a free month's service for my trouble.) And then I was happy.

Until, probably, next month.

One more time.

As you might have noticed, I had a somewhat short attention span today. This is because I spent 68% of the day fruitlessly blowing my nose. It doesn't really help, you understand, but somehow I'm still compelled to do it. I gave it a rest after M got home, somewhat, because I have long been an overachiever when it comes to the nose-blowing, and I remember that it disturbed my mother on at least one occasion, to the point where she yelled at me to STOP IT BEFORE I BLOW MY BRAINS OUT. Also, I have really annoying sneezes (according to Scotty) and really worrying coughs (according to M) so in general, when I'm sick, everyone knows it. And of course, you lucky folks know it because I never bloody shut up about it.

I have already called in sick for tomorrow. It was not even a close call this morning when M woke me up to ask if I was going to work, and I'm actually expecting to feel worse tomorrow than today, for some reason. Hopefully that's just me being cynical. Also, why couldn't I have remembered when she gave me the prescription that erythromycin (antibiotic) makes me hungry? Or, rather, not hungry, but sharp pains similar to hunger pains that does not abate with food? It's extremely frustrating, especially since I'm not particularly interested in eating. Oh, and I think maybe my other ear is joining in on the infection thing. At least, I have an earache now, and it's on the wrong side. It's A LOT OF FUN to be me right now.

I knew when I got out of bed this morning that there were certain things that I had to do today regardless of how I felt, so I got two loads of laundry done (but not folded). It's hard to explain how sluggish I actually am over this, but it took me an hour just to get everything rounded up and get it downstairs. Dropsy, you know. I also paid bills, and I am embarrassed to admit that it took me all afternoon. Sure, I stopped to work on other things (posting, blog-reading, staring mindlessly at the TV, etc) but still.

Tomorrow: computer games, naps on the couch, and daytime television. And (*grumble*) paying the stupid rent, so I guess I'll have to actually leave the house. (They're not open when M leaves town or gets back, so that's why I'm stuck with it. Just so you know that M isn't being mean to me or anything. Except just now, when he whined at me to go ahead and post this, so I will, and that is why there is no snappy conclusion to this post. Really.)