Picture Day & Other Things

September 22, 2016

I’ve been stifling what I’ll refer to as a simmering rage for a couple of days. You know when your angry, deep down inside, but somehow your managing to keep it suppressed using all your skills of excellent self control. But essentially you’re a ticking time-bomb and at some point your self control is going to fail and you will literally explode. And eventually I did, on technical assistant Blake from AT&T (our TV and Internet provider) when I called regarding a receiver box issue. In fairness I was on the phone for 1hr 24 mins. Even held it together through 4 transfers to 4 different people, each time having to go over and over the issue in my effort to get some resolution. Blake was the straw that broke the camels back. He tried to convince me I didn’t live where I said I lived, didn’t have a receiver box for the TV in question, and that by “receiver box” did I actually mean modem? For his final question in the twisted game of “bitch is crazy”, he went on to imply that we didn’t even have a TV or Internet account with AT&T, even though our account details were lighting up the computer screen in front of him. The letters AT&T are printed across the sizable bills we receive every month and are also stamped across the remote we use for the TV. Not to mention the welcome message, “Welcome to AT&T Uverse”, that lights up my TV screen EVERY time I turn it on. So of course I snapped. I don’t know what kind of messed up Jedi game he thought he was playing, but his force was weak and I was done with the game. Fast forward 10 more minutes and suddenly everything is resolved and there’s a new receiver box currently en route to the address he doesn’t believe I live at. #Result. Not long after hanging up on Blake, The Husband called. He could tell I was fired up, so I rehashed a shortened version of what I’d just been through. He asked if I felt better now that I managed to blow off my simmering rage? It was then I realized that actually no, I was just getting started. So I advised him to hang up quickly, before I find 1 or more reasons to snap at him. And because my husband is a smart man, and would like to see this marriage last at least one more year, he hung up. #Click

Ultimately I did get to the root cause of my sudden rage issues. It may or may not have had something to do with the steroid shot I received the previous day for a sinus infection. Yes, steroids can help you win all kinds of illegal Olympic medals, cure your sinus infections, but also lose you lots of friends due to constant loss of temper.

But lets wrap this rant up on a happier note, it was “Picture Day” for Keane and Cullen at school this week.

Here they both are, about to head off to school wearing their Picture Day best.

Working with kids is a risky, unpredictable business, and in the event that the school photos don’t turn out so well, I make sure to grab a couple before they head off. Insurance if you will.

Yep, risky and unpredictable.

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