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So, for the three people who aren't aware of this by now, I had myself sterilized in March. Since I had hysteroscopic sterilization rather than a ligation (Essure, the trade name, is safer and more effective than having one's tubes tied), I had to go in for a follow-up HSG in June. Here follows the annoyance of dealing with Hospital's billing department. This isn't really a rant, just a minor annoyance.

Round 1: In July, I receive a bill for $343. The bill states that Hospital has not received my insurance information, which is bullshit because I provided my current insurance card at the time services were rendered. While I do have $343, I would vastly prefer not to take it out of my savings, and I would also vastly prefer that my insurance pick it up, since my sterilization met my deductible for this year and this kind of thing is the reason why I carry insurance.

Round 2: I call the billing department, only to find that they have billed my Lol-Mart insurance. I explain that I don't have any coverage through that carrier anymore and haven't done since 2010, and that they should have a copy of my current insurance card on file. They can bill my insurance or they can eat $343, whichever. I provide them with claims information for my insurance, and am told that they will file a claim.

Round 3: I receive an adjusted bill for $12.69, since Hospital has billed my insurance. That's more like it! I mail a check for $12.69. Subsequently, my bank account shows that my check has cleared. Like an idiot, I think we're done here.

Round 4: I receive another bill for $12.69, which doesn't show anything different to the previous bill. WHAT FAGGOTRY IS THIS. Lolmom thinks it's due to the nature of their billing software, which is probably set to send out bills at certain intervals, and that it just crossed in the mail.

I mean, if I do in fact owe them another $12.69, I will gladly pay it, but I would like to make sure I do in fact owe them $12.69 before I do that. I would also like this to not wind up in collections over something that isn't my fault.

Complaints

Apr. 28th, 2012 01:58 am
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1.) Dear body, polycystic ovarian syndrome, and hormonal birth control (also possibly the new implants in Fallopian tubes): Please decide whether we're menstruating or not, and act accordingly. I am tired of finding surprises in my underwear. Either bleed normally or don't bleed, I don't care, but pick one and stick with it.

2.) Dear brain and possible undiagnosed Asperger's syndrome: Just because there is Russian history does not mean we have to read it all like a goddamn spaz. This is how we got burnt out and--No. NO. STOP FLASHING BACK TO THE LIBRARY. WE WILL BE THERE AGAIN SHORTLY, PROBABLY ON MONDAY AFTER WORK. THIS IS MANY THINGS BUT NOT TRAGIC. Also, STOP FLASHING BACK TO THE SAN ANTONIO LIBRARY BECAUSE WE'RE NOT GOING THERE EVER AGAIN. That entire period of our life more or less sucked and had like three redeeming qualities, remember?...No, we don't need to be worried about what happened to the David King biography of Trotsky. Worst-case scenario, it's been withdrawn and we'll pick it up for like $1.35 at the Friends of the Library book sale. Or, you know, on Amazon.

Speaking of Amazon. CLOSE OUT THE AMAZON TAB. CLOSE IT OUT. NOW. WE'RE NOT GETTING BOOKS THIS WEEK. WE JUST BOUGHT CLOTHES (and spent way too much, but in fairness I did need bras and some more workplace-appropriate shirts and I had the money). NO BOOKS. NO BOOKS FOR WHINY BRAINS.

...Oh, fine. FINE. If I go upstairs and read some of The Prophet Armed or whatever, will that shut you up for five minutes?

3.) Dear flist: Back later.
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Also, while I'm griping about things, it would really be nice if blowing my nose didn't cause me to feel like I'm blowing my eardrums inside out at the same time. (I'm not, but it feels like that, and I wish the pressure in my ears would get itself sorted out.) The temptation to go out and chug a two-liter of Diet Coke in the hopes of fixing this with window-rattling belches is really overwhelming, if simultaneously uncouth. I hate residual symptoms from sick I had a week ago.

Oliver says Hi from under the phone table.

I joined the rest of the century and bought a Kindle, mainly because a lot of classic works are cheaper to own on Kindle (or outright free) and I can't go through life firing up Project Gutenberg every time I want to read something. I've got Letters to a Young Poet all cued up. I also have a stack of hard copies sitting around. (I was going through my Giant Big McLargeHuge List Of Ways To Blow Through My Disposable Income and realized I've already acquired several of the books thereon, in a very unintentional way. I am ridiculous. However, I did finally get my hands on 1493 and George, Nicholas, and Wilhelm thanks to my father's Christmas gift, thus proving that my father is occasionally good for something.)

I am a little steamed with the cleaning people at work. I do not like having my desk toys knocked over, though I can live with that. (Though, you know, if you're going to pretend to dust, you might actually remove dust from the desk.) I really do not like having my toys broken, and was mightily annoyed when I came in on Monday to find the samurai that [livejournal.com profile] dethorats gave me broken. Not badly broken - the kuwagata on his helmet had been knocked off, and thanks to the slings and arrows of the USPS, that was inevitable - but "where is the glue gun?" broken. The only reason I'm not complaining is that the kuwagata was already loose.

(TL;DR - DO NOT BREAK MY SAMURAI. I WILL KILL YOU WITH FIRE.)

Tomorrow, I dine wherever is reasonably priced in Bloomington. (I'm thinking Finch's, though I'm torn because I think their only low-carb options are salads and when it's this cold outside, I don't want salad.)

The monitor is behaving now (obv), but although I have things I want to write up and share, I'm afraid to do so lest the Green, Blurry Plague comes back. I may make a manful stab at it anyway.
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Shit, I could have SWORN I hit "restore from saved draft".

First off: Sorry I haven't been around much. We have mandatory overtime at work and I basically worked the equivalent of 6 days instead of my usual 5, plus 4 and a half hours today before I ran out of work. (NOT COOL GAIZ.) I've been too tired to feel like being fun on the Internet. :\ I am reading along at home, though. I had a couple of episodes where I was dizzy and had serious concerns about fainting at the wheel after an 11-12 hour day, so had to jump off the wagon a couple of nights last week; I've started packing extra food in case I need something to eat, and trail mix is my new best friend. (It's pretty much the only thing I can eat from the vending machines, and if I go to the Fresh Market and get some, there's a little less sugar in the dried fruit, so all the better.)

Oh, and despite being told when I called the main security office that my employee badge should get me into the building, IT DIDN'T. I had to get a security guard to let me in; fortunately, the guards at our building are pretty nice, and it helps that we all see each other every day, so they know me and know that I work there. I sent an e-mail to request access, though, so hopefully we won't have this problem next week.

Anyway, after work today, I came home and slept for five hours and that was the best thing ever.

Also, I had the much-dreaded consultation with the oral surgeon on Thursday. Behind a cut because some of it is gross. )

And that's it, I'm going to bed.
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Did you get stuff done at work, l33? Yes. Actually it was a very slow day on the updates folder, so much so that I kept having intermittent concerns that Outlook wasn't working.

Whiny missive from my father: No. I am amazed, because I thought surely he would send one (for the new additions to the flist who might need to be told this: my father and I are estranged and I will never love him again or allow him back into my life after the way he's treated me. He doesn't understand that this is final and not negotiable and keeps sending me whiny missives on my birthday and at Christmas).

New sandals: No, but they did ship! :D As of today, they are somewhere in Mississippi.

State Farm acting the fool up in here: No. They finally cashed my insurance check, so I can stop worrying about whether lolmom ditzed out and thought she dropped it off but didn't actually.

More lemon pavlova: There was. Then I ate it and now it's gone. :9

What kind of produce we got, l33? A cabbage. (Mmm, delicious coleslaw!) Some beets (slated to be turned into salad). MORE GODDAMN KALE (seriously, I like kale, but we already have like three or four bunches). Some tiny green onions, a cucumber, and some garlic. A bunch of Swiss chard.

Teeth update: The oral surgeon wants to do a Panorex. Fine. I am slated to go in at 7:30 on Friday morning and take care of this. They want me to pay $92, which is what I would pay if I were uninsured; while this is not chump change, I can handle it and am told my insurance carrier will reimburse me. However, if they expect me to plunk down $2000-$3000 when I have it done, I'm firing this oral surgeon. I will gladly pay the 20% for which I am responsible under my plan. I will NOT gladly pay the entire amount, in part because I really don't have $2K for this stupid shit. ($2K for serious business like moving back to Bloomington is another matter.) In part, also, the entire reason I have insurance is because a sudden payment of $2-$3K would be financially ruinous for me, as it is for a lot of people, and that. Is. The. PURPOSE. Of. Having. Insurance. ARGH.

And that's it, I gots e-mail to answer. Probably won't get to LJ comments right now.
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So I had bloodwork done today, and amazingly the nurse was able to draw blood on the first jab, which I was really thankful for as they tend to poke my arms until I look like a junkie and then ask if they can write me a lab order. (I am, apparently, the only person who sees any correlation between my not missing work and my continuing to have a job.) The results should be in by tomorrow, and I am trying not to freak out about OH MY GOD DIABETES EBOLA AIDS*. Intellectually, I know how ridiculous I'm being, but I'm not going to be happy until I know, and that may not be until Thursday because they'll probably call the house phone when I'm at work.

Also, the insurance refused to pay for this particular round of meds, as they think I am some kind of CRAZED METFORMIN ADDICT** who keeps going through them at the speed of light. What happened was this: I was on a lower dose. After my bloodwork came back from my physical in February, my doctor wanted to increase the dosage, but didn't write me a new prescription, probably because she didn't want to inconvenience me, so I was just told to ask them to call in a refill when the time came. I am now going through a bottle every two weeks, because that's how long it lasts on the increased dosage, and the insurance is all like, "NO. SHE CANNOT REFILL THEM UNTIL THE 13th." Well, you know what, insurance, that's real nice, but I'm out NOW, so I told the tech at Lolgreens that I would pay out of pocket this time (there's not a huge difference in insured vs. uninsured costs for metformin, thank God) and they can fax my doctor if they need to.

The insurance should be grateful that I am not diabetic (...we think) or I would be burning their ears.

In unrelated news, Oliver is pissed off because I made him go into the bathroom, and is whining and banging against things, even though this approach has never caused me to let him out in the past.

Lolmom is v. unhappy, but was able to get a rental and also the keys from her car. No word on the state of her car.


*Yes, I know diabetes is not as bad as ebola or AIDS. I still don't want it, though.
**Actually, I don't think you can become addicted to metformin, unless your physiology is way off. Not that I advocate this kind of thing, but you can, literally, take huge amounts of the stuff as an overdose and survive.
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THERE WAS HAIL YOU GUYS. It was kind of horrifying, since I was in the shitter and I didn't see what it was at first and the emergency siren went off and all I could hear was things knocking against the windows, so here I am trying to hurry things along and conclude my business (the meds were all "lololol @ l33") and thinking "ofux limbs are down on the house IT'S A GODDAMN TORNADO I need to be in the basement now we are probably going to die". No limbs appear to be down, but the hail was certainly having a grand old time. Now, of course, it's 75 and sunny. WELCOME TO SOUTHERN INDIANA~

The Easter report: X-chan came up from Tennessee on Saturday, and we mostly hung out and shot the shit. We had pizza and watched The Ten Commandments, which ate our entire evening, but we always have fun yelling advice to the characters. X-chan was hoping that The Robe would be canceled and Ben-Hur shown in its place, so that we could have a Charlton Heston double feature, but no luck there. Instead, she tortured Oliver by scooping him up and telling him she loved him; Oliver has forgotten her already, so responded by going "WHAT IS THIS HORRIBLE THING IT EATS ME!!!" and scrabbling to be let down. Oh, and we dyed eggs and did the traditional Army-green egg.

We had lamb, gnocchi with herbs, and green beans almandine for dinner. Lolmom was delighted with her Easter surprises (X-chan got her a bunny-themed oven mitt and hotpad, which she thought were too cute to use, and a tea caddy filled with Twining's; I got her a springform pan, which we needed after the church jacked hers, some spring-themed cookie cutters, and a Chocolate Bunny Of Unusual Size, which I picked up in St. Louis and hid from her for about a month. (Victory!)

And then Monday crapped all over me with a series of minor annoyances, including the inability of the entire Evansville area to pull its head out of its collective ass on the driving front, being locked out of my work computer account for an hour and being on hold with IT for most of that hour, and dropping lunch on my shirt. The rest of the week will, hopefully, shape up.
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FUCK YOU UPS
FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU DIE IN A FIRE
WHERE IS MY FUCKING PACKAGE YOU LYING BASTARDS SAID YOU DELIVERED
I WANT MY GODDAMN PACKAGE NOW NOT WHEN YOU FEEL LIKE IT
I AM NOT GOING TO EAT $132
IS THIS ANOTHER DELIVERY ERROR
THIS HAD BETTER NOT BE ANOTHER DELIVERY ERROR
FUCK YOU EVEN THE FUCKING POST OFFICE CAN GET MY FUCKING ADDRESS RIGHT
I WILL GRIND YOUR LAZY, STUPID DELIVERYMAN'S FACE INTO THE PLACE IN THE BACKYARD WHERE THE FERAL CATS LIKE TO SHIT
I BET HE WILL REMEMBER WHICH HOUSE IS CORRECT THEN
WHEN THE REVOLUTION COMES YOU WILL NOT BE SPARED

(TL;DR: I ordered some stuff online. The seller only uses UPS. UPS says they delivered a package to our back door yesterday. There is no package there, at the front door, or at the porch door we never use. Lolmom did not find a package when she left for work, and according to UPS' delivery confirmation, it should have been there by the time she left. I was at work when the package was delivered. It wasn't something that needed to be signed for. It's possible that it was stolen, but unlikely; we don't exactly live in a high-crime neighborhood, and the contents of the package aren't something that normal people would want to steal. I think it was delivered to another address in error, which wouldn't be the first time this has happened in our neighborhood, speaking as someone who was once given a package meant for THREE STREETS OVER. I hate to drag the seller into this, because it's not their fault at all, but UPS won't advise the receiver of claim status, so I pretty much have to ask the seller to plz file a claim. GOD FUCKING DAMN IT I AM SO MAD SOME OF MY OUTFIT FOR EVILLECON WAS IN THERE I JUST WANT MY FUCKING STUFF.)

But! On the plus side, lolmom and I went to the Edgewater Grille on Sunday and I STILL have some delicious grilled veggie pizza left over. (I fell off the wagon pretty hard today, though. Nothing for it but to get back on.) Also: the MEGAHeart is coming to Evansville this Saturday and I am way more excited than I should be about walking through a GIANT INFLATABLE HEART (assuming I can get there early and walk through the heart before lunch, since I have another obligation at 11:30). It kind of reminds me of being 6 or 7 when we lived in Chicago and my father would take us to the Museum of Science and Industry all the time; there was a giant heart that you could walk through, though it wasn't inflatable. (The new Giant Heart is pretty cool, but I'm kind of saddened that the old one isn't there anymore.)

I must, alas, stop my wacky Facebook hijinks with [livejournal.com profile] pixelation and get some sleep. PERHAPS I CAN GET THE UPS ISSUES SORTED TOMORROW.

[Edit: Holy crap, my incoherent RAEG caused me to break my font tags. I win the Golden Derp Award!]
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To whom it may concern:

I worked 2-10 today at work, most of it at the paystation, ergo mostly on my feet in thin-soled shoes. I conveniently don't have any arches in my feet so didn't feel it as much as some people would.

I am working 6:30-2:30 tomorrow, on Thanksgiving Day, which is The Holiday You Don't Fuck With. Seriously, there are like two holidays I give a shit about, and Thanksgiving is one of them. Notice that, while my scheduled hours are legally within the limits of the law, they do not allow me to get a full night's sleep. Also, I have to do laundry, which pretty much ensures that I won't get a full night's sleep.

I will then be working 4:45 to 2 on Friday.

Did I mention that I already hate my job to begin with?

Annoy me in any way, fuck with me in any way, or make any kind of request, no matter how reasonable you feel it is, and I will personally choke the shit out of you. With both hands. Whilst screaming obscenities in your face. I already have a short temper. The Least Wonderful Time Of The Year reduces it to hair-trigger. Oh, and when I get like this, I'm pretty much looking for an excuse. Don't push your luck. You are not safe.

The absolute earliest it might be safe to bother me is Sunday, but I make no promises. :D

I wish to fuck this were over,
l33
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I am EXHAUSTED. Also I DID NOT ASK FOR either a UTERUS or any SINUSES and DO NOT PARTICULARLY WANT EITHER ONE RIGHT NOW. I do not understand WHERE ALL THIS SNOT IS COMING FROM since I have been popping DAYQUIL all day. Is there some sort of PROCEDURE via which my sinuses might be CAUTERIZED or otherwise TAMPERED WITH so that they can NEVER PRODUCE MUCUS AGAIN? Seriously, it is not like POLLEN is going to DO ANYTHING to me.

This SUCKS ASS. I am GOING to BED before I have a GIANT SCREAMING MELTDOWN. Moreover, I APOLOGIZE for any REGRETTABLE but UNAVOIDABLE ANTI-SOCIAL BEHAVIOR on my part.
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I think I may be shaping up for another six-week period. Just when I thought I had stopped, too.

FML.
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Today went pretty much as one would expect Friday the 13th to go, beginning with a power outage shortly after I woke up and, so far, culminating in the receipt of a second labwork bill (I paid the first one about a week ago). Nothing really bad happened, just a series of little annoyances.

I fully intend that next week shall be a decided improvement.
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Go ahead and ask me where the gravy is while I'm carrying the giant economy size of Feminine Hygiene Products under one arm. And while this sour look from having sore feet from standing for four and a half hours is still on my face. Ask. Go on and ask me where the gravy is, dumbfuck. I FUCKING DARE YOU.

Seriously, it is amazing what clearly visible Feminine Hygiene Products will protect you from. I would seriously contemplate always carrying them around, even when I'm not on the rag, but sometimes I just need a few small things.

Also, thanks to a glitch in my insurance company's system, my prescription coverage was denied and I had to pay full price for my meds this morning, much to my chagrin. I'm just glad I had the money. The pharmacy benefits people said to tell Lolgreens to run it again, and the tech at Lolgreens said I can get a refund once this is worked out, so thank God. Still, it is an extremely unpleasant surprise to have to spend $113 on meds that are usually around $18. (Nonetheless, what choice have I got? My next Depo appointment is tomorrow, and there is no interference with my contraception.)

In completely unrelated news, I am itchy and have taken to obsessively scratching my knees and elbows. This is likely dry skin (dry skin. In the middle of summer. HELLO SKIN WHAT IS YOUR MALFUNCTION), but still irritating, especially since normal people qualify for OPEC membership this time of year.

Other than that, not really cranky. Also, I am surrounded by more books than I deserve. :D
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Today, I woke up to torrential blood in my underwear (apparently, I do not have Depo-induced amenorrhea after all). Apparently, the intermittent spotting over the past couple of weeks was a gear-up for the main event. I hope it won't be as horrible as last time; even if it is, I get my shot next week, assuming I have a car that works.

Also, the car starts. Sort of. At least I can borrow Mom's car for tomorrow and Sunday if I have to.

Brb giving up right now.
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Okay, so I put the charger on the battery and it started like a dream last night. I drove around for about an hour to make sure it stayed charged, then came home, and this morning it was a little stuttery but started up without much trouble. Nonetheless, I drove to and from work (even coming home from lunch), then decided to do errands, on the grounds that driving to and from Mt. Vernon (about an hour away) ought to do the trick. Again, a little stuttery, but no trouble actually starting the car or driving once it did start.

I thought I might go for a walk, but there was some kind of athletic persiflage at the high school and they were using the track, so I opted against it and got back into the car--whereupon the ignition stuttered and stuttered and stuttered, but didn't start. No more than a minute or so had elapsed between the time I got out, saw the athletes, and decided to head home and the time I tried to start the car. I turned it off, figuring I'd try again; the dash lights came on, the radio and A/C were on, but the car wouldn't start. I was getting desperate at this point but decided I'd give it another try; two more times like this elapsed, and finally I was able to start it, though it stuttered for what seemed a small eternity before it finally kicked in. The high school is only a couple-three blocks from my house, so it wouldn't have been the end of the world; I could have walked home safely, and I'm glad this happened a few blocks from the house and not in Mt. Vernon, where I would have been screwed x at least 100. So I put the charger back on once I got home and will check on things in an hour or two.

If I can just nurse the current battery until I drop it at the dealership on Monday morning, I will be happy. Scratch that: I will feel as if this is a personal triumph and now I can die happy.

I have accomplished v. little this week and feel drained, although I have absolutely no business feeling this way.

[EDIT: Car now refuses to start. This fucking blows.]
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So I'm back now. Actually, I was back yesterday when AT&T came out to fix the Internets while I was at work, but didn't feel like LJing then due to the throes of irrational paranoia et al and would likely have bitten someone's head off. (Irrational paranoia isn't ended, but has been greatly reduced; I am unlikely to bite anyone's head off unless they piss me off. Then all bets are off.)

Things that have happened (exciting and not):
+ I am attempting to fix my life. Again.
+ At some point between the last time I weighed myself (sometime in the spring) and last Sunday, I apparently dropped ten pounds. Experts speculate that I may have done nothing whatsoever to deserve this, but hey, I'm not complaining.
+ I have started to clean my room on the grounds that since I'm likely stuck in this shitpit for a while, my room might as well look like someplace where a teenaged girl with ADHD a grown-ass woman lives. I haven't been at it very long but it is already a vast improvement.
+ In the process thereof, I found that Callice apparently let herself into my bedroom on a regular basis and peed on a huge amount of things. I knew that she occasionally got in there, and that because I often didn't know she was there, I occasionally shut her in there and she occasionally peed on things as a result. Apparently, she was in there and peeing on things a lot more often than I thought. I now have huge piles of laundry that may or may not be completely ruined. My cat keeps on giving. (On the off chance you're just tuning in to the long-running, if not terribly popular, Wang Xi-feng Show, as I know a couple of you are: Callice was my last cat. She died in September.)
+ I found my Russian dictionary (the good one, not the Langenshit one) and was pleased, as I had been wondering what the Russian word for "seahorse" was. It's morskoi konyok, which unfortunately does not lend itself well to adorable nicknames for the adorable [livejournal.com profile] duokinneas, who will have to remain a plain old regular Angloglot seahorse.
+ I failed to find my elementary Russian textbooks, which I assume are somewhere in the bowels of my room. I know I did not sell them, because foreign language books are unsaleable at IU. AWESOME JOB l33.
+ Our tomatoes are turning red and yellow. (Yeah, we grow yellow tomatoes.)
+ I fucked up my federal income taxes, apparently. I received a refund check last week, and (true to form) a couple of days later a letter followed which informed me that I was too entitled to a refund because I miscalculated my tax burden. No complaints.
+ [livejournal.com profile] forgottensanity! I received your package the day before yesterday! You will be pleased to know that I have not yet opened the present. (O HAI WUT IZ TIHS THING CALLD RESTRAINT.)
+ On the off chance you wanted to talk to me on AIM, which means this next is mostly for [livejournal.com profile] galhea, work schedules and pavement-pounding unfortunately mean I am not going to be on too often in the next few days. I'll try but no promises, k?
+ So glad to be back.
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So we had a huge storm last weekend, which knocked down our phone line, which is the phone line that we get DSL on, so I have no home Internets. I can check my e-mail on my cell phone if I want to waste a huge amount of time and money doing it. The phone line is supposed to be fixed sometime between now and Monday or I will kill someone. I'm at the library because I'm not going to, you know, not get better work just because of things like home Internets.

I am unlikely to see comments but you can leave them if you want.

K bai.

★,
l33
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1.) Shit, no. I hate it. I hate it so badly I'm not going to tell you what it is, and I rarely mention what it is unless it's necessary for some reason or another. I wish to God my parents hadn't inflicted it upon me; they meant well, and objectively it is a good name, but it's not who I am at all. I don't identify with the name anymore, and I think of myself as Chaya or l33, not my birth name. Let's just say that if you give your daughter a name you think is So Beautiful And Graceful And Refined, you're pretty much gunning for her to grow up and be squat, foul-mouthed, klutzy, sarcastic, and possessed of oddly specific interests. LET THIS BE A LESSON TO YOU.

Also, my WASPy given name is incongruous with my Yiddish surname, does not go, and does not fit me. Also also, I hate every single last nickname for my given name, and worse than that, I hate the fact that people apparently think they can call me whatever cutesy-wootsy little monosyllable they want, without having the decency to ask first. My experience has been that no matter how polite I am about saying that I don't go by X nickname, people still get butthurt. I get kind of touchy about this because a.) nicknames weren't used in our family when I was growing up; the lolmom calls X-chan and me by our full names, even though neither of us uses them, and b.) it has happened in situations where it shouldn't, like a job interview for fuck's sake. It's one thing if the person asks if I go by my full name or if I have a nickname; I don't mind that, because at least they're asking instead of making assumptions. The next person to engage in the latter, however, will get verbally stomped, and I don't care if they cry.

TL;DR: Uh, no, you bastards are calling me by MY preferred monosyllable, thanks.

2.) I do have the opportunity to change it, if I can scrape up enough for court and publication costs. In fact, because this is America and I can, I fully intend to scrape up enough for court and publication costs, and then change it. Christ alone knows when this is going to happen, but it will. Hopefully in the next year or two. (<--which I've said about a shitton of other things, admittedly)

3.) Chaya Leah. And you can all still call me l33, so nobody has to suffer from cognitive dissonance! OMG ISN'T THAT GREAT??? :D
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At the end of last week, the lolmom happily skipped into the living room to watch television, only to find that the digital display asked her to PLEASE WAIT. After twenty minutes of waiting, there was still no television. Oddly, the TV set in the den works properly, which has been a source of annoyance to me because the lolmom wants to talk. When I am reading or on the computer, I do not want to talk other than in monosyllables and tend to say things like, "I'm trying to read," or "Please don't interrupt me while I'm giggling at Throne of Blood vs. Yakety Sax for the umpteenth time". Fortunately, she works nights so I can watch all the Int0rbuttz pr0n I want while she's gone.

So the lolmom called Hindsight Cable, where the phone monkeys gave her the runaround while she patiently explained that she could not call in every time something was wrong because she gets home at 6:30 in the morning when their offices are not open, and then goes to sleep. Finally, they told her (on Monday) that they'd have someone out today, so she was without her cathode-rayed friend for about a week. Apparently, we needed a smaller box, which is now lying against my TV that I only use to watch movies, and I don't know what we're going to do when we finally finish painting the guest room (project begun in 2008, never finished, and I may take matters into my own hands. I have threatened to paint it a magnificent crimson, which made the lolmom go DDDDD: because she is opposed to color).

The point of all this is twofold.
1.) Hindsight has consistently failed to impress with their mad skillz.
2.) [livejournal.com profile] duokinneas, is there any way you can book a flight so I can be all OMG TALYN WILL NEED A PLACE TO SLEEP WHEN SHE'S HERE??? Because that would probably get us a finished guest room AND a caulked bathtub. :D It's okay if you cancel the flight after the house is improved!
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Jesus Christ. Did y'all miss me? (Ha! You probably didn't notice I was gone!) We've had no Internet for the past week, due to a tale of fuckery and woe, which is why all my posts have been goddamn Twitter.

Behind a cut because this is a long story )

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