Well that sucked…
Posted by Dubbayoo | Filed under Cycling
Saturday morning I found out my grandma died the night before so I went for a long bike ride to clear my head. It was way too hot to be out that long, but I chatted with a pretty nice guy for the last part of the ride.
Saturday morning the power went out in the apt for an hour or so. Sunday it was out all day. We checked all the circuit breakers and that wasn’t it. Roomie is having a conniption because no power means no cable internet. She’s addicted to the Big Brother reality show. She has subscribed to the live internet feed so she watches it about 16 hours a day; and she used to bag on me for watching webcams…irony. Just to shut her up I remind her that her laptop has wireless and she could probably steal a signal from the neighbors. This worked like a charm.
I determined there were 3-4 outlets in the whole place that work and some of the lights worked also. I had one working jack in one outlet in my bedroom so I daisy-chained all my computer stuff to that but it still left me with no television. Normally I couldn’t care less about television but FSU was set to whup some Miami ass at 5PM so this was unacceptable.
We had to run an extension cord to plug the frig in somewhere else so our stash of Mountain Dew and Ben & Jerry’s didn’t go bad. Of course the office was closed for the holiday. We paged the emergency maintainance number and true to form Skippy the maintenance dipshit, who is very hard of hearing, responds.
Skippy the maintenance dipshit: allo? you call?
us: yes, the power is out in our apt
Skippy the maintenance dipshit: hot water?
us: no, electricity
Skippy the maintenance dipshit: no hot water? you call back. I fix
us: wha? call back for what? and it’s electricity, you border crossing numbnut.
Of course we call back again but does he return the call? Noooo so it was all day with spotty electricity. In the south coming between a man and his football is a capital offense, one that is punishable by death. We did manage to find a working jack for the bigscreen tv so Skippy should consider himself lucky.
Monday was also roommate’s birthday and she spent the majority of it bemoaning the fact that nobody (literally nobody) has called to wish her a happy birthday. I gave her a card the day before and her dad sent one early. Nevermind the fact that she has no friends because she chooses not to make any. She tells me I am her only friend. Trust me when I say that if I am your only friend you are in a world of hurt. Hell, her sister is 45 minutes away and didn’t call. Of course this could have been because roomie is always ripping Sis a new one for spoiling her two kids and trying to impose her ideals on how Sis should teach ‘em some respect.
I’m flying to Philly for the funeral on friday then back to Los Angeles Monday. I was initially going to fly to Atlanta Monday and stay there til Saturday. After already getting approval from work to take all of the following week off I’ve decided I can’t afford to detour to Atlanta because a multi-city flight is double the cost. I’ve got a few other large expenses coming up so something had to give. I think I’ll still take it off and just stay home. I was going to take a few days off before I found out about the funeral anyway.
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