Doing the work

She’s back there now.   In the exam room.  I’m in the waiting room snapping my worry band. 

I’m supposed to be there too but she’s fine … or not. I didn’t push it because I was present 7/25 for the tests.  Sonographer let it slip that today could be just a formality.  

That gives Lulu courage to go in alone.  

I wish she didn’t think she had to spare me.  She’s always been that way. Tough despite fragility. Perfectly flawed.  Human.  Just like the rest of us.  

As always, more to come. 

No habla ingles

This story begins with the dreaded email from wireless.

IMMEDIATE ACTION: Update to the newest iOS or your work applications could be restricted.

Me: Sacre-bleu!

Hindsight is 20/20. ¬†I should have waited to update my phone when I got home but noooo. ¬†Impatient (I can even hear Big B say it – “Jill you’re impatient”)

I wanted to accept a call but with the update going, the call went to voicemail. ¬†I tried to pause the update and when that didn’t work, I attempted to power off my phone. ¬†Well hell, no one ever told me not to do that. ¬†Phone froze.

I tried rec-boot to fix it and a few other things online before realizing I was in over my head.  The update through iTunes would take 21 hours.  With our spotty wi-fi, that meant more like 48.  I have the big teleconference tomorrow, I must have my phone!!!!!

Me: Sacre-bleu!

I rush to the¬†Apple Store and check in as a walk in. ¬†The estimate time to see me 8:20 pm. ¬†Mind you, I arrived at 5:30. ¬†No choice but to wait since I need my work phone. I give Billy’s number for the text to tell me when to come back. ¬†Thank goodness I took his phone … wonder what they do when people’s phones are non-working. ¬†How do you send the text then? ¬†What’s the plan Apple?!?!? ¬†Your Genius Bar is only slightly above average.

I bought a gift. ¬†Ate Chick-fil-A. I wasted only 25 minutes. ¬†Dropped by AT&T kiosk. ¬†They suggest I see if Apple can fix first. ¬†I go back to the store. ¬†Pacing, asking for update on time. ¬†8:20 becomes 8:00. ¬†It’s not even 6:00 yet.

Me: Sacre-bleu!

Finding out how this walk in thing works.  An appointment is better but they freaking hide how to accomplish that.  If someone with an appointment cancels or is no-show, walk-ins are worked in.  There is no method really, no triage or troubleshooting to try to schedule with that in mind.  People are walking around congregating.  The associates all wear navy shirts but some are sales and some are tech.  Chaos I tell ya!

About every 15 minutes I ask for a time check. ¬†8:00 becomes 7:50 which goes back to 8:20 and then 8:00 again. ¬†I start to wonder if they will get to 9:00 and tell me too bad … we’re closing¬†buh bye! I start to imagine being trapped at North Star Mall overnight!

I make small talk with the people around me cuz that’s how I roll. ¬†Lol! ¬†I make complete strangers laugh. ¬†I love to laugh! ¬†Then, something funny happens to me.

A lady who came in 10 minutes before me … walk in as well … we be bitching and moaning. ¬†A guy comes in and sits by us and is almost immediately told he is next. ¬†Lady gets pissed and I say, he probably has an appointment.

Lady: Why don’t you ask him?

Me: Did you make an appointment?

Guy: Yes

Me: What time, 7:30?

Guy: No

Lady: This is ridiculous

Guy: Yes

We continue to talk about our love/hate relationship with Apple. ¬†How miserable the waiting is and how unorganized they are. ¬†Do they really even take walk-ins? ¬†If their business is by appointment only, they should say so! ¬†Bringing others into our conversation. ¬†The occasional associate would speak to us … how are you doing?

Not good my friend, not good at all!  

This guy would say either yes or no until I ask …

Me: How did you make the appointment, online or mobile?

Guy: No habla ingles

Lol!  Really???  the 3 of us had been having a conversation.  He said yes and no to questions that had yes and no answers but I wonder if he even understood what we were saying.

When I told Billy, he said “Jill, he probably did habla ingles but he was tired of you talking his ear off” ¬†LOL!! ¬†Not funny Big B. ¬†Actually, made me laugh and reminded me of when Pony was about 3 and he pretended he only spoke Chinese.

I told Billy that when I eventually get to the genius bar, he and his wife were right next to me.  The tech was speaking spanish.  He was just too polite to say no habla ingles sooner.

And I bitched my way to the genius bar at 7:50 don’tcha know. ¬†The 15 minute check-ins got to be too much and they caved. ¬†Well, not really caved as this ordeal began at 5:30! ¬†And my original estimated time was 8:20.

Who cares though because I got a spot! ¬†Eureka!!! ¬†And I was seated before the lady who got there 10 minutes ahead me. ¬†She wasn’t bitter or anything when she said “oh I see what it takes to get seen around here. ¬†Whiners are served first”

You’re on your own sister!

I was on the road home by 8:00.  Yep!  All that time and the fix was simple.  Tech forced the update through with their special corporate iTunes account and their fancy high-speed internet.

Me: Sacre-blue!

As always, more to come.



Very Superstitious 

That’s my groove.  Superstition! Thanks Stevie! I’ve been in a 70s mood as of late.

Lulu is curling her hair.  I’m wearing my lucky cat t-shirt.  And I will re-wear this shirt on Thursday. 

The lengths we go for good news. ūüėā. Oh and dorm payment was made in a self fulfilling prophecy.  Now if I could just get my nerves to cooperate. 

As always, more to come.

Carry On My Wayward Son

For my 8th grade graduation (yes Catholic schools have 8th grade graduations),  my brother Jimbo-Pete gave me the album Leftoverture by Kansas.  Carry on My Wayward Son is a song that will forever remind me of him.

I missed the anniversary of his passing.  July 1999.  Shame on me.  There was no obituary to help me recall the exact day Р19th or 23rd?  Certain things will trigger a memory.  Getting the call.  The disbelief.  Gone too soon.

In his honor, I re-post J-Dub‚Äôs: A Series of Unfortunate Events #5 ‚Äď Jimbo Pete¬†, ¬†Remembering The Dash ‚Äď My Brother Jimbo Pete¬†¬†and, Big Brother¬†

May the Perptual Light shine upon him.  Rest in Peace Brother.

As always, more to come.

Good Girls Don’t

I miss my brother Jimbo-Pete. ¬†He died in 1999, death by alcoholism. ¬†He was a tortured soul. ¬†We grew up together but we both had very different perceptions of the world around us. ¬†Years later as adults we’d be talking and he’d ask ” Hey, do you remember that trip to the coast?” to which I’d reply “YES! that was the best trip ever!” Then he’d go on to say how awful the trip was and proceed to list all the reasons why the trip blew chunks. ¬†At the end of the conversation, ¬†I would wonder if we even went to the place.

The thing is we were really not all that different. ¬†I have an awful way of looking at the world. ¬†My tortured mind always goes to the worst case scenario. ¬†I am just hard-wired that way. ¬†No idea why. ¬†Sort of wish I knew. ¬†Maybe better off that I don’t. But and it’s a BIG butt (that is worn out y’all but I got to be me) you’d never guess if I wasn’t a blabber mouth who told you all these things.

Good Girls Don’t

  1. cause trouble
  2. make waves
  3. complain
  4. cry

Good Girls Do

  1. play nice
  2. roll with the flow
  3. keep upsets bottled up inside
  4. slap on the smile, laugh and joke and go to extreme to hide the worry

I am scared. ¬†Lulu is too. ¬†Tomorrow is a day with further “better to be safe than sorry” ¬†testing. ¬†And she will find out quickly. ¬†Thursday, she goes back for results and to discuss next steps which might very well be she’s good to go!!! ¬†This good girl sure hopes so.

As always, more to come.