Bad day, Could be worse

A few weeks ago I was out with friends and decided that I was just tired and I wanted to go home… So, I said goodbye, grabbed a cab, and was very excited about being home by 10 on a Friday night… just in time to watch my favorite late night TV, Chelsea Handler. Well, as you can probably imagine, I was incredibly pissed when I got home to find that my cable was out.

I called Mediacom, who said that my box was bad. The problem with that is, that I have two boxes… and they were both doing the same thing. The chances of them both going out in the same exact way and the same time, was slim to none. So, of course, I had to schedule an appointment with the service tech. One of the dreaded “four hour increment” appointments that were designed for people without a job…

Six days and 1 hour into my timeslot later, I had cable again. Apparently when the new neighbors got their cable hooked up, mine was pulled out……. Whatever. I was over it at that point and was just happy that I had my cable back.

This morning I wake up and turn on my TV ( last night was the very first night that I have slept with the TV off at my apartment….) to find that my damn cable was out again. I waited on hold for 23 minutes for the Media douche bags only to find out that I have yet again been assigned a service slot. Not the best way to start out my weekend.

In an attempt to pull my head out of the shit cloud that it is seemingly in I came to Starbucks to get some work done, so I wouldn’t have to go into the office on such a beautiful day. Of course, this Starbucks doesn’t have free Wi-fi. I thought that was standard now-a-days. Buy a $18.00 cup of coffee and get to use the internet for free. Apparently not such much, or at least not in my neighborhood.

So, head securely back in the shit cloud, I sat down to drink my coffee. Then I notice a poorly dressed guy, probably about 25 or so, asleep in one of the easy chairs. Why the staff hasn’t kicked him out yet, I don’t know… Next, I look outside to a jaded looking mother watching her son that is about 14 run laps around the tables, while flailing his arms about and yelling. Clearly this kid is a retard (not downs syndrome retarded, more village idiot retarded). And I think to myself…. I could have nothing better to do, or rather no better place to go on a Saturday morning to get some rest than a public place. So rather than being pissed about my cable being out, I should probably be thankful that I have a bed to sleep in and somewhere that I can go to escape. I also need to be thankful that I am not the mental heavy weight running around outside, or worse the poor woman that gave him birth, and thus is forced to accept his dumb ass…..

As you can see, even though I am clearly in a piss poor mood, I am gushing with insight and compassion……..