Test 1, 2, 3.

I made my reservation two weeks ago. In theory, that should have given you time to plan your morning such that you could actually get my U-Box here in a timely fashion. Or at least give me priority over the other things that are making you busy. Like, seriously, you knew this was coming. You're supposed to be a professional business.

VOMIT AND DEATH.

Update:
Scheduled to arrive at 10am. Actually arrived at 1pm. 3 hours for them to get off their asses and get it here. 1 hour to actually load the damn thing. I did have help from Emmy and her Significant Other. SO got the TV and mattress down, and was amazingly helpful with the dude backing the thing into the parking space. And Emmy (daughter of a professional mover) helped get the rest of the stuff downstairs and packed in the box. I don't watch the show, but I'm feeling all Friendship is Magic right now.

Update the Second:
When I called at 10:30am in a "have you forgotten about me?" capacity, they said 11 or 11:30. When I called at 11:30 in a "where the fuck are you?" capacity, they said 12:30. When I called at 12:30, I got redirected to the central customer service and complained to some people there, who contacted the local dudes and reported back that they were loading it "right now". It finally showed up at 1pm. Packed up by 2pm. Tried to call but rang the extra that means it's going to central and chatted with Emmy instead. Called again later, truck arrived in like 10 minutes. I do not understand the discrepency here. With 2 weeks advance notice we are 3 hours late, with just being called up, we head out right that instant.

That feeling when you know there was something you were planning on googling, but you can't remember what the hell it was, so in theory, it's not that important, and you'll remember if it is, but you know it existed and you were curious about it, and now it's gone.

I don't know. It went. I said things. Words came out of my mouth. Hopefully they weren't gibberish.
Now comes the wait and see of will they or won't they want an in-person interview.

And I need to stop agonizing over it because it's over and there's nothing I can do and argh and bah and sigh.

If it can go wrong, it will go wrong. If it will go wrong, there's nothing you can do but deal the the aftermath of wrongness.

or, Why Katy Perry Annoys The Crap Out Of Me

Katy Perry singing her song, "Firework":



People with actual talent (The Backbeats from NBC's The Sing-Off) singing Katy Perry's song, "Firework":

I'm going to run out of Sick Days if I keep using them up at the rate I've been going.

Because given the opportunity, I will stay in bed until 2pm, and I wasn't even sleeping necessarily (though I did doze off and on), it's just that my head feels heavy and my eyes feel better closed.
I did get up around 8:30am to pee and email BMR about the Sick Day, and I'm up now because I figured I ought to eat something, but my head still feels heavy and my eyes still feel better closed.


P.S. Happy Burn You Up On The Ceiling Day! Which is not really happy, but I'm in that sort of mood.

But I can't, so Fizzgig will have to do it for me.