Day 181: Custom furniture coming to a tour stop near you!

Day 181: Custom furniture coming to a tour stop near you!
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Now why haven't I done this before???

Dinner

I made french onion soup from scratch today. And I thanked my parents for my food processor. BEST GIFT EVER. It's also the first time I've ever made french onion soup. I do it completely veggie - I'm not fond of beef broth. It's yummy. I also made a fab whole wheat and shrimp red curry and paired it with a glass of white wine. To make it more bohemian I'm eating in my bed using a cookie sheet as a serving tray.

I have two drawings to do that are stuck in my head. There's a story behind them, but the images need to be laid out first. I sketched one, but I'm thinking of working it out on my nice watercolor paper that is soo nice I'm afraid to use it. I just gotta bite the bullet!

mmm back to my soup.

iphone or backflip?

I found out yesterday, when I took my dad out for the evening, that I can now switch to a real cellphone. I've been living off a best buy phone - one of those go-phones - for the last few months when my cell phone died unexpectedly. For MONTHS I've been wanting an iphone, but haven't been able to switch. But then my dad did a "sell" on me for the phone my brother has - the Motorola Backflip. Now, I'm a total sucker for marketing and the iphone 4 video just makes it look awesome. Sold. But then there's the fact my brother researches things quite well and I trust his opinions on any tech stuff. Basically, if he were to tell me that the iphone is crap and I should buy this phone, I'd just do it. Forget research, just listen to Pete. Anywho, so since softball is canceled due to flooded fields, I'm "researching". yea.

a play

I saw a play today I've never seen before

And it spun ideas in my head and made me laugh and smile

It was wonderful and I needed some happy in my day

it was disconcerning seeing my name listed along with Dali and Matisse but I must admit there was a bit of a thrill in it too

I saw the most beautiful sunset of my life so far

silhouetted against the bursting-with-color backdrop was a slice of a building and the remains of lightning scattering in the background

but it was lonely after being in a room full of people

I hate it when the way I talk annoys people. I somehow inadvertently irritate some people by the way I try to present my way of thinking. I really gotta quit talking about my childhood and past experiences when it comes to why I think or feel a certain way. From now on I'm a closed door.

Catch-22

So what would we call it, if Catch-22 was never written? I don't really recall, thinking about it for ten minutes, what exactly Catch-22 was about. I'm kinda stuck in a few of them at the moment, as if you could square a Catch-22.

I got my insurance card today. Plain and white, no cowgirl decoration or hot pink and yellow color scheme (Thanks Illinois for driving my healthcare provider away.) So not only did I get a plain-jane white card today, its so cheaply made that the member services phone number was printed incorrectly on it. It's quite odd that it's not written anywhere else on the card, probably to force me to call the only other number on the line for customers - the mental health/substance abuse coverage line! Oh wait, couple of lines later, in the legalese of the back of the card it mentions to call 911 in an emergency. Who lists a mental health/substance abuse number so close to the emergency number? I'd like to think it's some twisted little copywriter, who writes novels in his spare time, and is waiting for his break, but in the mean time he wreaks havoc on the phone lines with junkies and mental patients calling the wrong numbers.

Frustration mounts when I try to create a registration online, and after several tries and using different browsers, I break down and call the hotline. I'm on hold for a while, but it's something I'm used to because of the work I do. I speak to a representative who walks me through the new registration process - and who finds out he can't help. Apparently there's a one-digit typo on my zip code...it should be an 8 and its a 6. Unfortunately, he can't help me personally with this, I have to talk to member services. He gives me the number and transfers me. Approximately 2 rings in, I get yelled at by a robot.

I hate robot telephone servos. (I'm sure if the guy who wrote the Jetsons actually got suck on hold with one of these, Rosie would have been a very different house robot. Heck the whole Jetson's future would be different.) Anyway, after a few minutes of vocalized frustration and periods of exacting pronunciation, the robot says one of my choices is "speak to a representative". My hope goes up (don't know why I always have hope but I do), and the new voice tells me (also a robot) that the member services department is now closed. And they give me the daytime office hours, thank you call again!! Le sigh.

It feels good to vent online.

But I still don't have access to my heath insurance stuff, like setting up billing. great. And inevitably, I will have to go through all those calls again. I think my main frustration is the wasted time and having to sit on the phone, on hold, and then holding again and not even getting the courtesy of human service.

All over one typo.

:(

I'm frustrated.

so I sketched.

and now I should relax and sleep.

goodnight.