Waiting

Yesterday I spent the afternoon waiting for the cable guy only to find out that the appointment had been mis-scheduled. The guy typed 12 instead of 1 for the date.

There is really no way to express my frustration in this situation adequately. I waited in my apartment, trapped, for 4 long hours only to find out that they were never coming in the first place.

The obvious solution presented by the cable company was to reschedule. My response to this was a very simple, quiet, "No." "No, I really don't . . . No."

I hung up on the guy. Apparently my sweet husband rescheduled for tomorrow, but I just can't bring myself to sit here for another 4 hours.

If you were around me at all during the Grande saga, you will believe me when I say that I have spent around 50 hours of my life this year waiting on the cable guy.

I'm really just not willing to do it anymore.