Ill Communication
Our land line for the house phone worked all through the hurricane and for about a week after we returned. For some reason it is now down and has been for several days. Surprisingly our cable provider had their act together enough to keep us connected. Our biggest communication challenge throughout all of this has been the cell phones. As more and more people have moved back in, our service has gotten even worse. We are constantly dropping calls, not being able to be heard and not getting calls through.
Barabara #8097 called me from FEMA early this morning and no sooner had I said, "my phone isn't working well, if we get disconnected please call me back" that the call was dropped. Barbara #8097 never called me back. Now I am awake and grumpy and frustrated.
My brother suggested that I contact our cell phone provider (who is Cingular by the way) and complain. I've tried but here's the catch - I keep getting disconnected and I have no land line.
Oh well it's hard to stay grumpy for long when I have a sweet monkey blowing raspberries at me from her rocking chair. Raspberries are now the funniest things in the WHOLE WORLD to Adelaide. She is completely unaware how much funnier her farts are.
We went to my former employers yesterday to pick up some volunteer work. I have some data entry to do and I'll be matching up local troops with benefactors all over the country. I built a website for them a few months ago out of the kindness of my heart because the job that I was getting paid for took very little of my time. It's a very simple site. I am not a professional web designer and know only enough HTML to tinker around but don't ask me about CSS, Java and the like because you will get a blank stare. Apparently the web designer that they pay messed it up since my absence.
I've been asked to fix the site and I agreed to but this will be a one time deal. Before going on maternity leave, I made a proposal to my employers to work part time in the office and part time from home or the road. I threw in the fact that I could continue to maintain the website. The answer to my proposal was a resounding, "NO." NO negotiations. NO compromises. NO. NO. NO. So you can understand the bitter taste in my mouth now that I have been asked to fix the site for free when they are keeping a professional web designer on the payroll who only manages to screw up the very simple site that I built.
In other news, I was catching up on Leery Polyp yesterday and saw this post on Elimination Communication. I am amazed. Addy hates a wet diaper but there is no cue that I have noticed to warn me when she's going to go. There are plenty of cues for when she wants to be fed, however. The last cue being severe meltdown. This happened yesterday at the office combined with severe overstimulation. I went into panic mode and finally found a dark corner to compose myself and the little cherub.
Well, time to meet my goal of going for a walk today. It feels like it takes a mere three hours to get ready to leave the house these days.
Barabara #8097 called me from FEMA early this morning and no sooner had I said, "my phone isn't working well, if we get disconnected please call me back" that the call was dropped. Barbara #8097 never called me back. Now I am awake and grumpy and frustrated.
My brother suggested that I contact our cell phone provider (who is Cingular by the way) and complain. I've tried but here's the catch - I keep getting disconnected and I have no land line.
Oh well it's hard to stay grumpy for long when I have a sweet monkey blowing raspberries at me from her rocking chair. Raspberries are now the funniest things in the WHOLE WORLD to Adelaide. She is completely unaware how much funnier her farts are.
We went to my former employers yesterday to pick up some volunteer work. I have some data entry to do and I'll be matching up local troops with benefactors all over the country. I built a website for them a few months ago out of the kindness of my heart because the job that I was getting paid for took very little of my time. It's a very simple site. I am not a professional web designer and know only enough HTML to tinker around but don't ask me about CSS, Java and the like because you will get a blank stare. Apparently the web designer that they pay messed it up since my absence.
I've been asked to fix the site and I agreed to but this will be a one time deal. Before going on maternity leave, I made a proposal to my employers to work part time in the office and part time from home or the road. I threw in the fact that I could continue to maintain the website. The answer to my proposal was a resounding, "NO." NO negotiations. NO compromises. NO. NO. NO. So you can understand the bitter taste in my mouth now that I have been asked to fix the site for free when they are keeping a professional web designer on the payroll who only manages to screw up the very simple site that I built.
In other news, I was catching up on Leery Polyp yesterday and saw this post on Elimination Communication. I am amazed. Addy hates a wet diaper but there is no cue that I have noticed to warn me when she's going to go. There are plenty of cues for when she wants to be fed, however. The last cue being severe meltdown. This happened yesterday at the office combined with severe overstimulation. I went into panic mode and finally found a dark corner to compose myself and the little cherub.
Well, time to meet my goal of going for a walk today. It feels like it takes a mere three hours to get ready to leave the house these days.
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