Wonky Nex

My connection is still being wonky, so today I called Bellsouth. After what seemed an interminable wait, I finally spoke with a very softspoken female technician with an Asian accent. While on the phone with her, I remembered this little ditty that I read online a few weeks ago (I can't remember where I read it, or I'd give due credit):

Speaking with a service technician--good
Speaking with a service technician who speaks English--better
Speaking with a service technician who speaks English with an accent you can understand--PRICELESS!

Actually, this lady's accent wasn't too terribly bad. If only I could have gotten her to speak a little louder, I'd have understood her quite well.

Unfortunately, we were unable to solve my problem, so a tech is supposed to come out and look at my lines and such. My appointment is for tomorrow, sometime between one and five PM. Good thing I'd already taken the day off.

I have to take Cody up to the school in the morning to get his badge and pay his student fees. (This free public education gets more expensive every year.) Since his last name begins with an A, we have to go between 8 and 10 AM. Where I work, that constitutes about half the day, so I just took a vacation day.

After that, we are going to look at trailer houses again. Ok, what's going on is this: I still have had no luck finding just the right piece of land. Some of you may know, though most of you do not, I live in a trailer house parked on my cousin's land. A few months ago, rumor was going around the paper mill where my cousin's husband works that they were going to offer people of a certain age bracket early retirement. If they did, J was going to take it since he falls within that age group. Then they were going to move back to Texas where most of the family lives, including my aunt and uncle, and J's parents. That, along with the general state of disrepair of my current home, prompted a search for land and a new trailer house.

Last week, J and I were talking about my house in general, its poor condition, and my search for land, and he said,

"Did you ever think about just putting a new house where that one is sitting?"

Well, yeah, that would be my first choice, but with the early retirement thing blah blah blah...He then told me that he hadn't heard any more about it, so I could plan on them staying for a little while longer. He did put out some feelers at work, and came up empty, as well. Soooo today he went and talked to the city manager, who said it shouldn't be a problem to replace my current eyesore with a brand new home and referred J to the zoning officer, who also said it shouldn't be a problem. Tomorrow after getting Cody fixed up, we are going to go fill out the necessary forms and papers, then stop by the mobile home place and look at some houses. J is going with me because, for one, since it's his land, he may have to sign the papers as well, and two, to discuss the technical aspects of the house with the dealer. He was telling me to make sure it has this, and don't get that and telling me all about heat pumps and thus and so...

Though I can remember the exact date my electricity was turned on in my current house (September 18, 1995), I can't remember any of what he told me an hour and a half ago.

Isn't that wierd? Well, no it really isn't. That's just the difference in the way women's and men's minds work.