What a Week.

Dear Readers,

My AT&T phone, which teetered perilously on the precipice of complete system shutdown due to poor design since the day I bought it on January 1st, 2009 , was finally laid to rest on January 6th, 2010. Defective since birth, its passing was officiated by me, the AT&T employee I was fighting with (who refused any reimbursement or support as my phone was four days past 12 month warranty), two friends who accompanied me to the store for moral support against the rapacious rascals tending the customer service desk, and the store security guard, who circled me suspiciously throughout the duration of the fight as if he expected me to take that useless excuse for a phone and hurl it at that useless excuse for an employee’s head.*

*And I might have, if I had any aim. But judging from my frisbee skills—-I even manage to throw it behind me when I’m aiming forward—-I would have probably given myself a black eye.

The only thing that could have been worse would have been if the very next day, at work, my cute navy pinstripe pants ripped open in the general vicinity of my backside, exposing my left back pocket lining and several inches of my derriere.

Which is exactly what happened.

I had to walk backwards all the way down the hall to the women’s faculty restroom. But when I got there I realized walking backwards hadn’t accomplished anything since there were actually people in both directions.

Tomorrow I’m looking both ways before I cross the street because the world—-well, my world, which contains my cell phone and my pants—-is looking uncharacteristically chaotic. I’m even slowing down on my morning coffee run to Peets—-from my car three feet away. I suggest you do the same.

–Troi out

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