Lost in space...

Ever feel overwhelmed by just stuff? I do. Sorry to anyone and everyone who has been wondering what's going on in my world.

Not much.

Melanie is a scrumtrelescent roommate. She loves Torri, she donates days of her very important life to waiting on the cable guy, even when he either 1. doesn't show or 2. shows and is completely incompetent. [Sidenote: I scheduled a cable appointment in mid-August. I have missed the premiers of two of my shows and expect to miss the others. Ted Turner is on my short list of people to write nasty letters to.] She also shames me by passing the California DMV driving test with 100% accuracy (again, let me say for the record, that 'California driving test' is an oxymoron) and is far more prepared/motivated on the cooking front than I. Rice a Roni seems healthy enough to me!


My bedroom TV did a bad thing last week...after I favored it (a gift from a friend) as my second-best pick (over one donated from my work-study job at Chapel Hill), it totally zonked out and turned blue and white. So I have a perfectly good one sitting in Cara's basement and I am left to search desperately for a cheap replacement here. All this after learning that my cost-of-living 'pay increase' has bumped me into the next higher federal tax bracket (10% to 20%), exascerbated by California income tax (4%), car insurance that is 3 times what I've been paying in Tennessee (thanks to Judge Russell Bean, who chose to assign to me a 2-point traffic violation for failing to yield the right-of-way to a guy driving 30 mph in the turn lane, uninsured, after having gotten his suspended license back only three weeks prior) and about $200 to get my drivers license and tags switched. Donations can be made payable to Jennifer. Did I mention that my new favorite dish is spelled L-E-A-N-C-U-I-S-I-N-E? 4/$10 at Ralph's! I'll be losing weight whether or not I want to.

Not to sound negative...

And I'm still waiting on Blue Cross to agree to insure me. It's almost as if they'd heard about the hematoma.

HEMATOMA UPDATE: 90% of the blood discoloration has gone away, but the knot is still present and accounted for, fairly hard and freakish-feeling. Three weeks tomorrow. Skirts still hanging in my closet, seeing no action. Legs have turned pasty. OK, who am I kidding? They've always been pasty.

So Blue Cross contracted with some company to get my medical records from a particular doctor in Chattanooga. Said doctor's secretary has sat on my file for over two weeks. Meanwhile, I remain on month-to-month coverage, courtesy of FPC, while many unconcerned and probably insured parties dally with my life.

Did I mention Time Warner:
1. made me wait 2.5 weeks for an appointment
2. accidentally cancelled my appointment the day before when I tried to ADD a service
3. rescheduled for 2 weeks later, on a Saturday
4. sent an installer who couldn't make our lines work, said a supervisor needed to come Tuesday
5. didn't send an installer on Tuesday, even though Melanie was there from 9 a.m. to 7 p.m.
6. didn't answer when we tried to call at 6.15 p.m. to check in - although our call was 'extremely important to them, due to an unexpectedly high call volume' they were 'unable to take' our call at that time and hung up
7. told me at 7.45 this morning that Melanie had not, in fact, needed to be there yesterday, even though the supervisor didn't show
8. told me a supervisor would come today (fyi - it's 3.40 and he hasn't called)
9. told me the supervisor would reschedule our install after he surveyed the situation (let me repeat: he has not called)



Thanks to Melanie's sister Sarah, who has been taping Prison Break and Boston Legal for us. For four weeks.