Calls Me Out of a Long Nap,
like a cat smashed between a row of books
and the wall on the bookshelf you lost when
evicted some eight years ago. A cat you
thought you knew. A cat who knew you as
food. Oh, well. Friendship doesn’t matter.
What matters is love, right? And your
salary. And the economy. What else matters?
I had an interview today. Sure, okay, it was a,
what do they call them, a phone screen? It
was supposed to be just a five minute call,
but it turned out to last at least 20 minutes.
Or at least that’s my estimation. I’ve been
walking things over from the old apartment
to this new one for days now. There was a
fire at the old place when I rented the SUV
to drive the brunt of the stuff I’ve accumulated
over seven and a half years from there to here,
the awkward stuff. It’s a short walk. It’s been
kind of nice, actually. But am I ever ready to
have everything under this new and improved
roof. Nevertheless, I’ve been taking it in stride,
on the phone with Zipcar about the $70 they
overcharged me, AT&T about the $100 they
should never have charged me (that doesn’t
count the $140 that the app, if I choose to
open it, shows that I also owe. They’re
sending me a new hotspot. The last one
was sent erroneously. It was supposed to
save me $10 each month. I’ve been on the
phone with Zipcar 3 times, considerably less
hours than those which I’ve been on with
AT&T. But still no resolution there, either.
Customer service! Am I right? Sigh.
Oh, and my television was stolen. So
I’ve been watching my streaming services
on a laptop that’s on its last legs. Cue
the punch line about legless laptops.
