With all of today’s technological enhancements and advances, it’s still nice to know some of us can still get away with pulling fast ones.
I am referring to the inability of Netty & Jack to learn how to use the caller ID on their phones. It seems that my niece Kendall has picked up the crank calling skills of her Auntie Cheryl. From what I was told Kendall and her BFF Perry swiped Daddy Sean’s cell phone and dialed my parents’ house. Kendall, being the smartie that she is, squeezed her nose to disguise her voice with a nasal tone & advised Jack of a awaiting package for pick up at Melrose Post Office.
First Jack answered the phone and Kendall informed him that the package waiting for Netty at the Melrose Post Office. Jack then proceeded to hand the phone to Netty.
After about 10 minutes of Netty denying that she had ever ordered anything, She finally figured out that this was a prank phone call. Good Call, Swifty! Nothing gets past Netty!
I mean when Sean calls me, his name and number comes up on my caller ID.
So when I am back in Marblehead, I will demonstrate to Jack how to look at caller ID and the redial option on the phone. But he will have to promise not to pass this new found information onto Netty. If he does then I won’t be able to bust Netty and she’ll be able to delete the person is gossiping to about what a pain in the ass her son Kevin is.
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Meds & Mood Swings!
I started my day yesterday with my doctors’ run. First I went to the neurologist. They basically told me nothing new. Still got the abnormal brain. (Well No shit! I needed a neurologists to tell me that?) We are still classifying the episodes I have as seizures. They did however up the medication by 250ml just to be safe. We still want that licence back. I don’t know what for anymore? It’s cheaper in the long run for me to take the commuter rail. HA!
Then it was off to the HIV doc. All went well there. He said my weight was ok but I still needed to gain . He also said he is writing the report for disability and detailing very throughly my "unpredictable seizure disorder".
I also made him aware I would not be moving back in with Netty & Jack. I told him how they were concerned with my anger issues about my ordeal. He said he didn’t think of me as having anger issues. So I rehashed the story of Netty’s gossiping habit and the baby monitor. Then he agree that maybe I do have some anger issues that need to be addressed. So the less I involve myself with my parents’ petty dramas the better I can focus on my own.
After the doctors’ run, I went on a little job hunt. First I went to Improper Bostonian, and got the email addy of the managing editor. Just walking in was improper I guess. Well it is the Improper Bostonian, so I didn't go about things in the conventional manner. NO?
Then I saw a sign that said casting. So I walked into that office. Well the sign did not say what the casting was for. So when the girl came out and I inquired about my visit, she stated in a very uppity tone that they were only looking for girls. I advised here that the sign did not signify that. Then I point out that if she is looking for people with cunts it’s best not to be one. Whoops, there goes that anger issue again.
(Sorry ladies for my use of the offensive "c" word, but I felt it needed to be spelled out to add a stronger dramatic effect to the story.)
Then I shelped downtown to the Bay Windows office and dropped off my portfolio. The editor was unable to see me due to the 3 deadlines she had to meet. See that she should’ve taken the five minutes to see what a great writer I was and then hire me right on the spot. Then I could’ve helped her with the deadlines. Hopefully she reads this and sees the intended humor in this paragraph dedicated to her.
All in all it was a pretty up & down day emotionally trying to find a job and learning not much else about my condition. Just that it needs to be monitored.
So now I’ll see what today brings. I have to go to Social Security and ask about a section 30 . So I can be trained in other fields and make me more marketable in this job field. Oh Joy!
Then it was off to the HIV doc. All went well there. He said my weight was ok but I still needed to gain . He also said he is writing the report for disability and detailing very throughly my "unpredictable seizure disorder".
I also made him aware I would not be moving back in with Netty & Jack. I told him how they were concerned with my anger issues about my ordeal. He said he didn’t think of me as having anger issues. So I rehashed the story of Netty’s gossiping habit and the baby monitor. Then he agree that maybe I do have some anger issues that need to be addressed. So the less I involve myself with my parents’ petty dramas the better I can focus on my own.
After the doctors’ run, I went on a little job hunt. First I went to Improper Bostonian, and got the email addy of the managing editor. Just walking in was improper I guess. Well it is the Improper Bostonian, so I didn't go about things in the conventional manner. NO?
Then I saw a sign that said casting. So I walked into that office. Well the sign did not say what the casting was for. So when the girl came out and I inquired about my visit, she stated in a very uppity tone that they were only looking for girls. I advised here that the sign did not signify that. Then I point out that if she is looking for people with cunts it’s best not to be one. Whoops, there goes that anger issue again.
(Sorry ladies for my use of the offensive "c" word, but I felt it needed to be spelled out to add a stronger dramatic effect to the story.)
Then I shelped downtown to the Bay Windows office and dropped off my portfolio. The editor was unable to see me due to the 3 deadlines she had to meet. See that she should’ve taken the five minutes to see what a great writer I was and then hire me right on the spot. Then I could’ve helped her with the deadlines. Hopefully she reads this and sees the intended humor in this paragraph dedicated to her.
All in all it was a pretty up & down day emotionally trying to find a job and learning not much else about my condition. Just that it needs to be monitored.
So now I’ll see what today brings. I have to go to Social Security and ask about a section 30 . So I can be trained in other fields and make me more marketable in this job field. Oh Joy!
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