I feel like itching about life, the world, and the people in it. No, really? Before this gets too repetitive, let's see why. Another day comes to a close with more disappointment and failure, enough to send waves of depression and fuck the world I want to get off and please will someone beam me up already? Yeah, the last one keeps hope alive. I really don't want to die. I want to be around when the human race finally goes extinct. I won't say I told you so, promise.
So reeling in the hours, backwards, the team in second place lost, giving us a guaranteed championship. The team we were supposed to play forfeited and we talked six of them into staying and they picked up four upper division players who played shortstop, third, and left, so we were destroyed even though we didn't keep score. Our guys quit, as usual, leaving me out there to pitch batting practice to the other team, four of whom could have hurt me bad. Our coach thinks the field manager might move us up to the upper field because we have a 7-1 record. Thing is, we won most of our games by less than 2 runs and they could have gone either way. We will get slaughtered if we move up, and this game proved it. I've played Monday nights with the same team (and different line-ups) for seven or eight years, at least, and I will be seriously bummed if they move up because I probably won't move u. I'd be too much of a liability to the team and to me now. I played that level until about three years ago and moved down because I have slowed down enough to not want to play upper divisions.
Blah Blah Blah.
Meanwhile, on the way to the fields I called the second Apple store that the first Apple store said had the phone I wanted in stock and confirmed they had it (and that they couldn't guarantee it would be there tomorrow night or Wednesday, when I am most likely to go) and in discussing what I needed to bring for the purchase the said my credit card for their payment plan needed to have a physical address and I told them my billing address is a PO Box and has been for decades and they said they would not accept it so the only alternative is for me to pay for the phone outright in full, like I need a $1000+ bill right now. If I do it I'll probably be stuck in this suicidal living situation for another few months, or year, if I survive. I told them my credit rating is about 800 and the rule makes no sense, but the nice girl said there is nothing she can do, rules are rules.
Rules that seriously make no sense, suck.
Meanwhile, before that I finally decided (more sure that the last time I finally decided) what to do about a phone. No more ATT. I will buy an unlocked iPhone 8 plus direct from Apple so I could say goodbye to ATT as soon as Precious was done paying off her ATT phone plan (and she was ready for an upgrade). ATT is the most expensive plan and offers the least for the money. Verizon has a network as good if not better (ATT is rated second in network) and offers unlimited data, 22 GB of hot spot data, a lower price than Apple on the iPhone, and more all on three lines for the same price ATT offers 5GB data, no hot spot, and a higher price for the iPhone. No brainer. As soo as we are all out of the locked cell phone trap.
Big businesses screw us every day... and we usually thank them.
So I went to the almost local Apple store (it's near the fields where I used to live) for the third time since the phone died (or maybe the fourth) and told them the phone I want, a red iPhone 8 plus unlocked, and took out my credit card and told me they did not have it in stock. They had it in stock some twenty miles away, or more, but softball was finally not rained out so I headed to the fields hopeful for a game, finally, after weeks of rain (and you know what happened then). Unfortunately, they would not let me pay for the phone and pick it up at the other store Wednesday and they would have get it at the closer store until Friday and I will be in Nashville Friday and they do not put a hold on a phone even if I offer to pay for it right now.
Sucks to be poor.
Before that I worked, getting little accomplished today. The boss doesn't care, I get what I need to get done and he's easy to please, partly because he is a serious micro-manager and I accept it subserviently and loves to criticize and I just nod my head and either apologize or say thank you, depending on his mood. I texted before work letting him know I had another Dr's appointment this morning (did the same thing Friday) and he texted back "no problem."
Hope it's real.
I hope he is not afraid to tell me I'm not satisfying my job requirements until the day he suddenly fires me. Has my life-long expectation of rejection and abandonment become a fatal self-fulfilling prophecy? This job is actually I waste many of my skills, but love the less stress. If only the job paid more, it would be close to perfect. Just pretend I wrote a thousand words about how I've given up on a comfortable life and chosen to live like a refugee, eating out of cans (haven't had to start the dog/cat food yet.. see?... just look at the positivity), and joining the parade of suicidal lifestyles most people choose.
Where were we?
Oh yeah, (yeah?) yeah, (yeah?) yeah, reeling in the hours. So after the doctor's appointment I finally decided on a phone and went to Best Buy and handed them my credit card and information and they could not connect to my ATT account, again. I had all my information right, verified it with ATT right there by phone, and they couldn't access my account. ATT said it's Best Buy's problem. I told ATT it was their problem because their solution was to pay $50 more at an ATT store and I told them they leave me no alternate but to leave ATT. That lead to my later final decision to set myself up to move away from ATT next winter that I wrote about earlier.
Whatever happened to customer service?
Then they told me they didn't have the phone I wanted in stock, but they had it at a store almost 20 miles away. Chain businesses have apparently stopped working with each other and again, they would not let me put a deposit on it or pay for it or bring it to the location more convenient for me. Did I mention the same thing happened the day before at the Best Buy closest to me and I spent an hour on the hone with ATT after I left straightening out information in my account that was ten or more years old?
As long as they get your money, they really don't care what kind of service they provide.
Before that I went to the doctor. She reassured me that my leg was probably ok and it was probably a nerve thing caused by the softball strike in February and it could last a year or two. My concern that it might be some sort of infection that lead to the serious renal infection that spread through the body did not seem to strike her fancy, even though the urine test she did showed high leukocytes. She does seem to care and knows a lot, so I will accept her opinion even if I have y doubts. I'll still ask the same question if I get to see the GI guy after I turn in my poop test and get back from Nashville next week. I asked the Nephrologist last week and he told me to follow up with my primary. Great specialist, but he wants to remain a specialist and I understand why.
Paging Dr. House.
Before that I woke up, slightly groggy and frustrated about the phone challenges, but hopeful that the new primary would figure out why I am getting more infections and maybe even dig deeper into my life like a holistic health care provider and help me survive another few decades, or at least years.
Before that I was sleeping, restlessly, getting up to urinate too many times.
Before that was yesterday.*
Narf :)
*P.S.... it was actually yesterday, it's already after midnight.
Yeah, yeah, yeah... I wish.
Narf 2 :)
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