saving my life in small ways

Today was not a good day.

It started much like any other. Then I received phone call after phone call from my office.
Cue hours of frantic online work to resolve problems (on my day off mind you). Of course my internet connection chose that time to crap out and die on me. AND of course I dropped my laptop off at a repairer just yesterday so I had to use the desktop - meaning no moving around to try and get better connection (I use mobile internet).

Like always I tried not to let it bother me...ran off to get Rocket from school and figured I would go to the mall to the shopfront of my ISP and check whether my contract expired yet (I assumed it had) and I was going to change to another provider, get myself back online, STAT.

But of course I am NOT out of contract (6 months to go!?!), but have I tried to call "customer care"? Of course not you fool, if I dont have coverage through your shitty *cough*vodafone*cough* network, how are customer "care" going to help?

But being the obedient little thing I am, I call them. Promptly get through to a, lets say, non-Australian call centre (you all know where this is going). I could barely understand every second word, but caught the gist of it as "you called the wrong part of the centre I will transfer you". I said "ok please transfer me" but the person just kept. on. saying. "I need to transfer you"
me "yes, do it"
him "I need to transfer you because you need tech support"
me "so transfer me already"
him "because you have come through to account service I need transfer you"
me "FFS dude TRANSFER ME ALREADY"
him "okay please hold"


I am not a patient person.


I was irritated enough by this point.

Then I had another person I couldn't understand, who got increasingly pissy at me when I would say "I do not understand you. Please slow down and speak clearly" eventually she did slow down, I still couldn't understand her.

Eventually I get it. Apparently the modem they sent me was the wrong one for my area. Do I still have my old one? Oh you mean the one you told me to dispose of? Um no actually!

After twenty infuriating and pointless minutes, I hung up. Frustrated as all get out.

Had to go to the grocery store. Oh joy that should improve my mood *sarcasm*. Wait, I know, I'll call into the pharmacy and pick up another box of HPTs (seeing as I wasted my last one on this morning's 9dpi obvious BFN result...)

Sold out.

Say what?

Oh of course because I live in an area where girls "fall" at the drop of a hat I suppose they go through them like nobody's business. Am thinking pretty nasty thoughts at this point. Why even bother, it's going to be negative anyway. Doom doom gloom etc.

So I stomp into the grocery store. Glance at the magazine rack. First cover I see? Ben Cousins is having a baby. Second cover? Miracle Quins (born to a lesbian couple after IUI) headline?"It's a piece of cake!" The straw that broke the camels back. I'm pretty sure if I were in a cartoon steam would be pouring out my ears and my head would possibly have spun off its axis.

You know what happened then?


A song came on the radio and was blasted through the store. I couldn't believe it. What was it?






Eye of the Motherfucking Tiger, yo.



I couldn't help it, I burst out laughing. Bad mood over. Thank God for you, Becky Sherrick Harks. Blogging saves my life in small ways every day, I swear it.




Painting by Lucie Bilodeau