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Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Mountain O' Mishaps

My life really is a series of mishaps. No, really. That's what defines me. A friend told me the other day that I'm a magnet for oddness. Not in those words (he's very polite and well-spoken, but he still doesn't have a blog), and I had to agree.

So since we last spoke, a series of blunders and pratfalls have transpired...and I'm just going to tell you about the latest. The one I'm in the middle of right now.

Okay, in my old apartment I had a cable modem for my internet connection so I scheduled the account be moved to the new place ASAP...which is now. So anyway, I arrived home from work about an hour before my appointment window (3 pm - 5 pm) and set up the computer.

Okay, in order to get the table in the new office space (which is really a closet with sliding doors), I had to take it apart and reassemble it on the other side. Easy. Yeah, right? Me and machines/tools don't like each other. They despise me, actually. So after that was done, I turned on the computer.


Arrggghhh!!! I think the power supply died.

Okay, now what do I do...comcast is on it's way...

Use the laptop. Yeah. That'll work. But the cord for it is in the garage...okay, run down and get it.

Comcast guy arrives. Cool. He's working on it. Cougar hisses at him. He says "big cat" and I apologize for the rude behavior (Cougar HATES everyone...even me, sometimes). So then the Comcast guy uses the restroom...returns to work. He's doing the wrong thing though, creating a new account for me rather than transferring the one I already have. Like I asked him. Sigh. Backup. Call headquarters. Try again.

He goes to get something and comes back and Cougar has snuck into the office and CRAPPED on the floor...and it's a HUGE, doberman-sized pile (I'm so proud of him). So I have to clean it up while the guy continues to work around the stink...I'm pissed at Cougar but when I go into the restroom, I realize I forgot to tell the Comcast guy to leave the seat up for the cats, so Cougar couldn't go and had to find an alternative spot (like Kramer on Seinfeld, he thinks it's dangerous to hold it in).

So now, I've got a temporary Internet connection setup and I have to take the computer in to get the power supply changed, or <shudder>, do it myself.

Arrrgghhh...what next?

P.S. This was written offline and will only be posted once I've got my wireless connection going again...


Anonymous said...

LOL! That is amazing. I know exactly how you feel. Everytime I turn around something is going wrong.

Sumocat said...

Not to panic you, but when we moved, Comcast automatically gave us a new account, apparently with no link to the previous one. Problem is we do automatic bill pay, so the checks kept going to the old account. Never even occurred to us this was happening until three months into it because the checks kept getting cashed. Anyway, after six months of finding the error and paying the difference, we're still waiting for a refund of the $180 that went to our old account. Moving with Comcast SUCKS!

Charles Gramlich said...

I thought I had a bad day. Hat's off to you, and Cougar.

Sidney said...

Sorry to hear about those travails. A few years ago when Christine and I were being pulled in multiple directions caring for my mother, she felt she'd kind of reached the breaking point when she woke up at 3 a.m. because Monty, our oldest tomcat, was throwing up on her pillow.

Clifford said...


Misery loves company (:


Don't tell me stuff like that...it makes me cry.




Ewww! I hear you though...when I was training my cats to use the human toilet, Raccoon climbed in bed beside me one night and as I petted him, he let go! Okay, I almost lost it that time (:

Thomas M. Sipos said...

Your cats crap in the toilet? Seriously? Why didn't you teach them to use a litter box?

BTW, are you coming to World Horror Con? I'll be there.

Synergy Boy said...

Atta-boy, Cougar! You show that no account, good for nothin' comcast guy that he should darn well know that you dingle in the derry! ;)

Ahh, the misery of tiny stupidities. Ain't they grand?

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This is me and one of my two cats. His name is Cougar, and he’s an F1 Chausie. A chausie is a new breed of cat under development. Chausies are the result of a cross between a domestic cat (in Cougar’s case, a Bengal) and a jungle cat (Felis Chaus). Cougar’s mom is 8 pounds and his father is a 30-pound jungle cat. He’s about 16 pounds, super intelligent, spirited, and toilet trained. A writer without a cat (or two) is not to be trusted.