Three weeks and I am still comparatively high-strung when I'm living in the dorms. How do I know? Well, even if I'm dead exhausted asleep I'll wakeup everytime the door opens, and if I'm just sleeping regularly I'd wake up everytime my roommate as much as coughs or something. But! I've gotten better at it and could go back to sleep almost immediately afterwards, so that's probably a good thing. And to prove that I'm not really that paranoid by nature (ha) I slept nearly 10 hours last night, falling asleep at 10pm, woke up once at 2pm (got my own Pavlovian conditioning right here), then slept till 9am (quite an accomplishment for me), and apparently my neighbor was making quite a racket this morning...and I haven't a clue. No memory, no waking up, nothing.
Phenomenon of adaptation as discovered by Susan. Ha.
Meanwhile, I'd like to reaccount my adventure this morning with the cellphone repairment department of the phone company. As you all probably know, my cellphone broke. It powered off by itself and refused to power back on. Last time it happened, it powered back on by itself after a few hours, this time it took a few days (father got it working this morning) so we figured that, well, this is inconvenient, and decided to call about it for a repair which meant, of course, me calling the company.
This is a shortened version between me and a cellphone company 'agent' after verifying my ID and phone number/type a few times:
AGENT: I'm sorry for your inconvenience, but I'm going to ask you a few questions over the phone, okay?
ME: Okay.
AGENT: Your cellphone's gray-white-bluish, right?
ME: Yeah.
AGENT: Okay, plug the charger into the phone, but not into the wall jack. Is the charger loose?
ME: Well I can hold the phone and shake it and the charger isn't falling off.
AGENT: Now plug the other end into the jack and wait thirty seconds. Let me know if it turns on.
ME: Not yet...oh...yeah, it's on and charging.
AGENT: So why don't you charge it for three hours, and if it doesn't work, you can call back and we'll process the delivery.
ME: ...and if it works?
AGENT: Then there's no need to call back.
ME: ...and if it works then decides to suddenly power off by itself again?
AGENT: Then you can call back and we'll process a delivery.
ME: [dropping my face into my hand]...oh...right...okay...thank you.
So...I get the use the same phone until it suddenly and unpredictably decide to go haywire on me again. Isn't that cheery? Very helpful, these people here. (This is after I told the agent about the fact that my cellphone is in the habit of doing this.)
Another peek at how the world functions. Depressing.
For a spot of humor? I took this from NY Times:
- QUOTATION OF THE DAY -
"The report strongly suggests that the politically motivated
assassination could not have taken place without Syrian involvement."
- PRESIDENT BUSH, on a United Nations report on the assassination of Rafik al-Hariri, former Lebanese prime minister.
[edit 17:17]
I swapped the SIM cards on the cellphones yesterday so people can still reach me, after some discussion my parents decided I should keep my card where it is --that is, in my old cellphone (black flip phone from last year, memories, anyone?) because we still haven't a clue what the other phone might decide to do. So, I have a phone and it will be working. Or so I hope. Same number, different phone. Cheers.
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