Radiogurl a la Carte

Thursday, Feb. 01, 2007
Goodbye Yellow Brick Brain

It's been your basic really odd day. Funny how that happens.

Got up this morning, fixed breakfast, grabbing it off the stove JUST in time to keep it from burning. Putzed around online a bit before heading off across the planet for my interview in Bisbee.

Thank GOD I left more than an hour ahead of time. I had to stop and get gas. My debit card was declined. I knew for a fact that the money was in the account, but this is an ongoing issue with this particular bank. I have three accounts with them and none of the cards work. I also can't log onto my account online or from an ATM to get a balance. I have to go INTO the bank to get money, which is royal pain in the ass (and then some.)

I am to the point of just closing all of the accounts. I was trying to pay my car insurance this morning and no go. Tried to get gas. Nada.

Finally I hit the point where I went in, pointed out how thoroughly fed up I was and asked to get it resolved, whatever it takes.

To their credit, they did call. Unfortunately they called as I was en route to Bisbee. And en route to Bisbee you lose cell phone signal almost immediately. Let's just say I was less than overjoyed that about four words in, I got static. Tomorrow I get to go in and try - again - to get this mess resolved. Either that or I close all my accounts there, which is the direction I'm leaning more all the time.

Adding to all of this, I had to get gas before heading for Bisbee. I already went to the bank to get out cash to pay for the gas. I paid for it - and the gas pump wasn't working.

By this point in time I was growing annoyed and a little concerned, because on top of everything else, it was starting to snow. And given that I was headed some 25 miles directly into the mountains and an elevation of more than a mile, that wasn't a good thing.

Once I finally got on the road, after the lovely cell phone fit, I drove on into town. Fortunately the snow sputtered out a little way out of town.

I arrived a little early and the door was locked, so I made a mad dash to the one fast-food place there in town, grabbing a burger and calling the job contact to let her know since she wasn't there when I stopped by, I would be there on time.

Turns out that I had the wrong address. And yet, I had the right address.

How is that possible, you say?

Because this is rural Arizona, where the same street number appears on two different buildings on opposite sides of the same street, two blocks apart. I thought all that kind of crap went out with the advent of the 9-1-1 emergency system that renamed everything, but nooooo...

You'd think that was the end of the insanity aspect of life, wouldn't you? You'd be wrong. After all of that, turns out I wasn't there for an interview after all. I was just dropping off my resume so this person could pass it on to the owner. Lemme tell you, I was most assuredly NOT a happy camper at that point in time.

After muttering several unkind words in my head while I smiled at her, I drove back to town here and headed straight to work. I was planning to get dinner next door, except the restaurant's been busy all night and they refused to so much as take my order. I'm not talking about a freebie meal, either. I wanted simply to order and pay for a meal, but noooo... Not an exaggeration and I'm definitely not inclined to eat there again. They're so overpriced it's not funny, anyway. A plate of chicken fettucini is something like $16.

I am about a hairsbreadth away from complete implosion. Thank goodness I've only got another hour and a half to go before I get to go home. I am definitely ready for a real job, one that involves a break for lunch and allows me to go somewhere I can get something to eat. Yeah, I know it's the law. But we're talking about Arizona, where wage laws merely provoke laughter in the average employer, almost to the point of asphyxiation.

The one more-or-less bright spot in the day was discovering that if I should actually get the job in Bisbee (and not murder anyone along the way, which supposedly would be bad,) the rent is cheap. I saw an ad - with pictures - of a studio apartment for $325 a month including utilities and wifi.

I was tempted to go for it anyway, but MC said no. Which also didn't do wonders for my mood, but that's another issue. Actually once I stopped throttling him, he pointed out that it would be smarter to see the place firsthand; and he also reminded me that with what I make now, I really can't afford to rent and drive.

Dammit, I hate when he's right.

In the meantime, I'm applying for a couple of county jobs, including the one for legal secretary. I have nothing to lose except a little more of my mind. And it's not like I'll miss that, right?

Before - After

In the grander scheme of things, no soul can truly be replaced. Each one of us has a place in the universal tapestry. We each contribute our own color and texture. When one thread is snipped too soon, it distorts all the threads around it. Other lives can unravel and tear. If the wrong thread is ripped away, the whole fabric of life becomes dangerously fragile.
- LeiLani, aka Radiogurl aka Bright Opal (1957 - )