Another Friday Rant

I had a meltdown last night. My friend SP called me, and we started chatting like we always do and then the phone call was dropped. So I called him back, and within 10 seconds that call was dropped. And I did it again, and again, and again, until finally, I was so absolutely fucking pissed off that I nearly threw my phone into the toilet. OMG, I was so angry. So I called Cingular Wireless and talked to their tech support. I didn't need to know this, but apparently, my neighborhood—more or less the middle of San Francisco—has "moderate" cell phone coverage by Cingular, their words. "Moderate." Is that a euphemism or what? Fuck me.

Poor Jessica had to deal with my rant, and I did apologize for the outburst, but come on! It's the twenty-first century for crying out loud! How many years have cell phones been around? And they're just now getting around to building new towers in areas that aren't covered?

So I fired off a nasty angry spiteful letter to the "Customer Care" division of Cingular Wireless. Who knows if it will do any good. I'm just so tired of being the schlemiel who sits around and pays their bills and lives with inadequate service all the while the people he's paying put up big (ugly) orange billboards everywhere touting how great that service is...OK, now I'm repeating myself.

And so then I get to work, where people were so happy to welcome me and so happy that I would be taking the tedious job of formatting documents off their hands, and what do I do? I upgrade my fucking blog to Version 3.31—and that took all day, believe it or not. And what else do I do? I listen to my iPod, weeding out mashups that I can't stand and five-starring the ones I love (a horrible mix of Jet and Whitney Houston, and a fantastic combo of Stevie Wonder and Destiny's Child, respectively). And it's only 11 a.m. Now what?

Let's order lunch, shall we?

I was silly enough to write this at 10:45 AM