August 29, 1999
Color Me Disappointed
 


Color me disappointed.

(And yeah, I know ... "disappointed" is not a good color for me. But then again, neither is BEIGE, and yet I seem to be wearing beige in EVERY SINGLE PHOTO taken of me this summer. Sheesh.)

So what happened, you ask? 

The second phone line thing didn't pan out the way I'd hoped. Phone Company Guy finally showed up around 6 p.m. on Friday night. He took one look at the antique wiring here in The Castle -- "How old IS this building?," he asked politely, glancing meaningfully at the ceiling -- and said that unless we want to shell out a big bunch of money for an electrician -- OR unless we want to go the two-tin-cans-and-string route -- we're going to have to settle for being a single phone line household.  He offered a more technical explanation than that, of course: the RJ11 system routers don't coagulate with the 2525 zager transformers. But the bottom line is that the second phone line wasn't gonna happen. So I cancelled the order, and I thanked him for his time, and I showed him the door.

And that was more or less that.

Did I give in to a Boo Hoo Moment, once Phone Company Guy was gone? Of course. You know me. I sat here for a couple of minutes, feeling foolish and let-down and sorry for myselves. As ridiculous as it may sound, this was something that I wanted very badly ... and, even more importantly, it was something that *I* wanted to MAKE happen, without any help from The Other 50% of the Population. So when the whole idea went kablooey on me, I took a moment -- or eleven -- to wallow.

But then I started to look on the bright side. I got a one-day reprieve from Franz out of the deal. True, I spent most of it sitting here waiting for Phone Company Guy ... but a day off is a day off. And I've got a groovy "new" laptop!  (And even if it ISN'T plugged into cyberspace, I can still sit in bed at night and play "You Don't Know Jack.") And now David and I have yet another reason to think about moving into a bigger place next year! (Maybe a place that was built ... ohidunno ... sometime before the dawn of mankind?)

And -- best of all -- I've got a fabulously thoughtful Significant Other who brings me ice water and rubs my feet ... even if I don't request it via instant message. I've said it before, and I'll say it again: give me an honest-to-goodness, face-to-face, day-in-and-day-out IRL relationship over a sneaky, phone-card-and-P.O.-Box long-distance cyber affair ANY day.


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