I've been rather springy lately. Spring as in the season. We planted seeds a couple of weeks ago and the house is all a-flutter with excitement because they've germinated. We've got baby carrots and green onions, tomatoes, peppers, and even some flowers. Since we live in an apartment everything is in pots. I'm really quite proud of myself because I only have 2 pots of dirt at this moment, the rest actually have things growing in them. We've also built a birdhouse and put up a bird feeder. Oh yes, we bought a kite as well. I'm just feeling all dometic right now. Comments
I think I need a vacation. These past few days just have not been very productive. I'd like to say it's because they took my e-mail away at work. I'm just way too distracted by not having it. Dealing with a utility company yesterday was pretty unmotivating. Then today I worked on a spreadsheet for 2 hours and then excel crashed. No, I hadn't saved it. Then a girlfriend from AZ called and we talked for an hour. (She works with the company so I didn't feel bad.) She's the cutest little thing. I love talking to her. She's just so pure and sweet and endearing. She always reminds me of those traits I need to work on to just become the ulitmate man-catcher. However, she's too sweet to take advantage of how awesome she is. Anyhow, we got off the phone and I set to work on the spreadsheet again. Then the phone rang again. This time it wasn't work related at all, but I stayed on the phone for a half hour anyways. How is it that I can not talk on the phone for an entire month only to have it ringing off the hook when I'm trying so very hard to focus? Then excel crashed again. I'm thinking of going to Hawaii for 3 days when the kid's dad comes down for the weekend next month. However, I haven't told anyone and I'd really like to do something adventurous here. But what if I can't find anything to do???? Then I'd have wasted an ENTIRE WEEKEND without the kids. OOOOHHHH decisions decisions.
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This only proves my point. Lingerie is over-rated.
I've been thinking about putting a screen saver with some of my friend's chest shots. However, this will do until I actually get them together. mmmmmboy!
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Conversation between myself and a utility company 1 year ago (over and over again):
Hi, I'm Malisa with......... I'm looking at the bank account we use to pay all of our automatic utility payments out of. You took out $10,458.72 on July 7 with a transaction #xyz but we never received that bill.
Yes ma'am. What is your utiity account number?
Well, we have about 7,000 accounts with you. I'm not sure which one this is for. The transaction number on my bank statement doesn't match any of our account numbers with you.
Yes ma'am. That's because the transaction numbers are automatically generated to represent each individual transaction. They don't match account numbers.
I see. So can you tell me which account this transaction is for?
Sure. What's the address of the property?
I have 12 properties in that area. I don't know which one this is for.
OK. Well, give me one of them.
OK. ######
Well. I have 3 accounts at that address. And my - you have 5 other addresses under this name.
Yes, that would be the different meters located at various parts of the property.
Well, all of these accounts are paid in full.
Yes, that's because they are paid automatically on this account.
Then what's the problem?
I don't know why you took $10,458.72 out of my account on July 7.
Well I couldn't tell you without an account number ma'am.
Are you asking for my bank account number?
No ma'am, your utility account number.
But I don't have the account number. I don't have a bill for that amount. And you didn't use my account number when you took the money out of my bank account.
Well, we can certainly resend the bill for you ma'am, but I'll need the account number.
Click.
And while my job evolves my battle with utility companies does not.
Today's conversation:
Hi, My name is Malisa. I'm with ......... I need some in depth help. I have a property that has 5 locations. Each location has several different accounts. Somehow payments are not being matched to their bill correctly. I was hoping I could get a 6 month history for all accounts at each location.
Yes ma'am. I'm afraid I'm not authorized to give you payment history. You'll have to subpeona that information.
I see. Well, I'll need instructions on how to do that. I'll also need the account numbers for all of these properties.
I can get you that ma'am. What else would you like.
Well, I need the billing history for the past 6 months.
We don't keep a computer read out. I can send you copies of the bills.
I have copies of the bills, but there are duplicates and re-bills. I'd like to see a clean historical copy.
I'm afraid I can't do that ma'am. Can you please hold???? Ma'am, apparently if you fax us we might be able to get you that history you were looking for.
Great! OK, can I get those account #'s?
Well, just fax us and we'll let you know if we can help you.
But wouldn't it be easier if I could get the account numbers from you so that they have something to go on.
No ma'am, just fax us with your request. They'll let you know if they can help you or whether you'll have to get a subpeona.
Thanks!
Yet another reason I need a man. Every time I think I'm good without one someone comes up with another goofy reason. Apparently instead of running away from men who irritate me I should be rubbing my nose in their armpit.
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I'm an all or nothing girl. It explains a lot in my life. It explains why I'm single. It explains why I got the grades I did in school. It explains why I live in an apartment. It also explains why I feel the way I do today. I've been fighting a sore throat for the past week. When my son came down with it and the Dr. perscribed antibiotics I decided to give it a whirl as well. So this morning I took: the antibiotics, a Dayquil (since it's finally draining), and a multi-vitamin (which I usually only take at night). I then had to eat really quick since my body quickly reminded me that I can't take the multi-vitamin on an empty stomach. And then I had my cup of coffee. So now I feel like my eyes are being held open with toothpicks but so jittery that if a bird flew past me too fast he'd blow me over.
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Big Brother has blocked access to my Yahoo account during the day. I realize I NEVER receive interesting mail during the day, but it's still driving me nuts.
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Have I mentioned that I have the most fantastic kids? I usually think they're pretty cool - cuz they're my kids, and I SHOULD feel that way, but today someone else reinforced how good they are. My neighbor - a single dad - was moving out today. For some reason he hadn't had the foresight to stow his kids (4 & 6) somewhere during this expedition. After watching the guy truck in and out of his house carrying two boxes at a time and a 4 year old out of his back pocket I offered to take all of the kids to the beach. After stuffing 4 kids, 2 backpacks, and 2 car seats into my car we headed out. I had to turn the radio off because it was just encouraging them to yell louder. We made it all the way to the beach unloaded our stuff and headed out into the water. It was fun for about 10 minutes. After that I no longer wanted to play "run from the water" or kick the beach ball. I just wanted to sit there with my book. However that was not going to happen. We had a nice picnic lunch of peanut butter and sand sandwiches with bananas and - more sand. They played for a few hours and just as I was getting comfortable with my 4 point ocean scan, one of them (not mine) runs up, "Malisa, my weenie hurts when the cold water touches it!" So, figuring this was a normal phenomenon I told him to sit in the sand and warm up. Three minutes later he's yelling, "Owwww! My weenie hurts! My weenie hurts!", yes, yelling. Oh my word. I've never gathered 4 children up faster and hustled them through the sand. Our stuff was packed up in 2 minutes flat and we were headed back to the car. My oldest was getting a kick out of this and would occassionally ask him, "What's wrong?" only to have him start yelling again, "My weenie hurts!". I finally had to look at my son and say, "Don't ask him again," at which he just looked up at me smiling. So here I am trucking through the sand with 4 kids. One of them walking like he's saddled to an invisible horse saying "OW!" with each step. Another, cute as a button little girl completely draped in a towel so that she looks like ET, except she's not in a basket and is walking slow and is sure to trip pretty soon. So I take the towel only to have her start howling (louder than her brother). It takes me 3 minutes to convince her to take a jacket instead of the towel. At which point she's still whimpering. I tell "Junie, you have to smile" and immediately she does. We finally get to the car strap every one in and all of a sudden every one is smiles and giggles. Still yelling, but it's a happy noise. I somehow manage to get home although I'm not sure how, I couldn't hear myself think. I'm so very glad my kids are older. I really don't remember this being so hard.
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