Let me tell you about my day. I left at 7:30 a.m. to run a bunch of errands. My first stop was to have my oil changed and tires rotated. I waited about an hour. When I went to get in my car, I was so excited and impressed that they had cleaned my car. When I got home, I told Butch about it. He said, "no, they didn't wash your car." I said, "yes they did!" We went back and forth like that for a couple minutes when he said, "Barb, think." Then it dawned on me. He had washed my car YESTERDAY. I think it hurt his feelings that I didn't notice right away. Okay, I amazed myself about this, but in a bad way.
Just goes to show how I'm always thinking on the bright side. Our friend, David said that if I woke up on Christmas morning to a pile of "s**t" in the front yard, I'd say: "Yay, there must be a pony around here somewhere!" That about sums it up.
Now for how amazing I am.
When I got home, this was on my desk. It says: "Donated blood--had a problem---borrowed a shirt from you. Anyway can you get this out for me?
This is what I used. It worked perfectly. "Zout" is better than "Shout."
For no particular reason, Butch's computer started acting up. He was unable to send email and then finally, he couldn't receive email either. I messed around with it this morning and did everything I could think of. Nothing worked. I emailed my favorite computer guru, Troy. He responded and gave me a couple things to try. None of it worked. All that was left to do was to call Comcast. Ugh! That's really a last resort. Butch didn't want to do it, so I offered.
By the time I got through several menus and people, I finally was hooked up with an "internet specialist." What a joke. I specifically asked for someone that knows the Mac format. After several questions, she had me completely confused as I couldn't find anything she was asking about. Then it hit me. I asked, "are you familiar with Macs?" She responded, "very little." That really ticked me off. I asked her to hook me up with someone that could actually help me. She put me on hold. While on hold, I played around with Butch's computer, changed a few things and used a number that Troy had given me in another area than the one he suggested. Voila! It worked. I was pretty proud of myself. When the lady I'd been speaking to came back on, I told her, "never mind, I fixed it myself." After 45 minutes with Comcast, it felt good to say that.
When I made the call to Comcast, they asked if I wanted to take a survey about their service 30 minutes after the call. I agreed----just like I did last fall when I was having those billing issues. And just like last fall, I got no call. I so wanted to complain about what idiots they are! I have to admit, after 3 calls last fall, I did finally get the billing issues fixed. But I never did receive that $50. gift card I was supposed to get for my trouble. To get it would require another call to Comcast. I wasn't about to go through that again. You know when I have to break down and call Comcast, all I want to do is say FTS!!!
That's the end of the amazements. But here's another that I could almost take credit for. Butch gets the credit. All I did was buy the cleaner.
So there you go. It's been a good day!