Flustered

So the other day I left the most ridiculous message I’ve ever left in my life.

I’d been hoping that I could take a few sax lessons, learn a bit about proper technique, improv, etc., and so I asked the guy who runs the swing band (since he is apparantly a very good tenor sax player) if he could recommend me anyone. He offered to give me a few lessons and so he gave me his phone number. When I called him a few days later, his machine picked up, and in his message he said “please don’t forget to press hash after the message!”. Now I know you *can* press hash after leaving a message, but do you *have* to to make the message go through? Anyway, I left a message: forgot to press hash though.

So I waited close to a week, didn’t hear back from him, so decided to call again. He didn’t pick up again so I left another message, but right as I was saying my phone number I realized that it was not, in fact, my phone number that I was saying. Flustered, I paused and started saying my phone number again, realized I was still saying the wrong number, realized that I couldn’t in fact remember what my phone number was! I gave it about 3 more shots before giving up (by this point I had started laughing and couldn’t stop), so I gasped out “I can’t remember my phone number… I’ll call you back when I remember it” or something equally ridiculous. And forgot to press hash again.

So, after hanging up, of course I remembered my phone number, so I called right back and said something to the effect of (keep in mind I’m still laughing), “Hello, it’s Elise again, I have now remembered my phone number, it’s XXXXXXXXXX, and I’m going to press hash this time”, pressed hash, heard the mechanical voice say “message saved!” and hung up.

And I still haven’t heard back from him. So this leaves me wondering: did he not get the first two messages because you in fact do have to press hash to make a message be saved? Why else would he specifically mention pressing hash in his message? And if that is true, that means he only got the last message, in which I did not properly identify who I was, why I was calling, or why he should call me back!

So either he 1) has no idea who I am so doesn’t call back 2) thinks I’m a lunatic and so doesn’t call back 3) is too disorganized to call back (somewhat likely given his personality) 4) didn’t get message (unlikely: it said ‘message saved’ this time!)

What would you do if you got a message from someone that said “Hello, I’ve remembered my phone number, and I’m going to press hash this time”??

I’m too embarassed at this point to call back and leave a proper coherant message. He’ll think I’m stalking him! But it’s a shame because I really did want some sax lessons.

Bleh. How embarassing.

Random

Last week I bought an Roomba robotic vacuum from Ebay Canada. I find it ironic that buying it from Canada, even including the shipping, resulted in a savings of over $100. It’s kind of a dual Christmas present: it makes me happy because it will clean things (hairy flea-ridden beasts UGH); it makes Zaubi happy because if things are clean I’ll stop telling him to clean things! I haven’t got it yet; they tried to deliver it today but I wasn’t home, so I have to pick it up on Monday after 6AM. Three days! Seems so long to wait.

And some small part of me is rolling its eyes that I have finally gotten old enough, and dull enough, to be excited with a *vacuum* as a Christmas present. But it’s robotic! It will drive itself around automatically and charge itself up automatically even when I’m not home! I rest my case.

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One more week of work and then a week off for Christmas. I can’t wait. I am so tired. The operation, while costing over $4K, did not fix the endo: in fact, the shoulder pain seems to have gotten worse. One part of me is managing to ignore this fact during the bright and busy hours of day; the other part is horribly disheartened and discouraged: that’s the part that rules during the dark hours when I cannot sleep from the sickness of the pain. I know it isn’t the doctor’s fault: he did a really good job, but there must be realms of disease under my liver which he as a gynecologist is not comfortable dealing with. He told me I could schedule another laparoscopy, this one with a liver surgeon standing by, to try to address it, but I am going to give it 6 months first. At least after then my private health insurance should be taking over.

But… 6 months of nights like these? I got up at 4:30AM this morning. Sometimes I think I can’t bear it.

Wow

Wow, this girl is amazing.

http://www.glumbert.com/media/koreanfreestyle

I wish I could rollerblade like that!

Vermin

Friggin’ Elma has fleas and now I think Zaubi & I have fleas too.

And they’re invisible

Aarrrrgggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh

Notes from a Wednesday

Yesterday I saw a fantastic movie. Tintin and the Golden Fleece. It was the first live-action Tintin movie ever made, back in 1961. It has only just been released in Oz and you can’t get it in the US or UK, sorry guys!

It was RIGHT on. The actors looked and behaved *exactly* like their comic book counterparts: oh, it was wonderful. I can’t wait to see the next one!

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I love my day off. I wish I’d asked for two days off per week instead of one. Sure, less pay, but it is just so nice and relaxing to be in my peaceful house: it gives me a chance to clean things up and make the house an actual nice and comfortable environment instead of a pigsty.

Well, honestly, it isn’t that relaxing, since I’m always frantically cleaning, coding, or doing something else useful, but the *thought* of it is relaxing. And the peace and quiet and niceness of being in your own space is great.

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We have just gotten a guy to come by and install a sand filter for our pool. The DE filter kicked the bucket, and due to that and some other circumstances (including negligence) the pool turned a vivid and horrible green last week, and even after fixing the green, there are still massive smears of algae on all the sides. So one of the weekend tasks will be to put on goggles and a snorkel and go at the cement walls with a wire brush. Bleh. But, at least, I’m glad the filter thing is now under control, although we are now $800 poorer, ugh. Pools. Money sink.

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I have discovered a very delicious snack. Frozen banana. It’s healthful *and* delicious, all creamy like ice cream. Just don’t be an ass like I was the first time I tried it: peel your banana before you freeze it…

Down

The little things in life are really getting me down right now. Dust, cat pee, slow internet, green pools, dentists, stupid Christmas carols, bad violin playing, shoulder pain, bills, consumer items that don’t work properly, and the like.

I think what it really comes down to is that I am super burned out from creating/coding websites. I am truly happy to help people but I think I’m just getting a bit out of my depth—I can’t work 4 days a week AND code 4-6 websites. I get up early and sit at the computer, drive to work, sit at the computer all day, drive home, and sit at the computer again, in between cooking and trying to keep the blasted pet fur/dust under control. It’s making me buggy. I don’t think I’ve seen the sun in weeks.

Why do people have to work? That is, why do we all have to work inside, sitting down?

I wish I were a hunter gatherer. I feel lethargic, dead. Irrationally weepy.