phone a friend

First of all, I was starting to worry that someone would call blog-services on me for my utter neglect and absence in its presence. Although there are simply no excuses, midterms may or may not be the death of me and writing about positivity was far from my to-do list. Now worries, though; today is a beautiful day and I'm in the mood for procrastinating.

Let's talk for a minute about how my phone hates me. Yes, I know hate is a strong word and a phone is an inanimate object, but still. It is constantly dropping my calls, switching me to roaming without warning, delivering texts days later then they were sent... it hates me. Where is this story going? Well I'll tell you.

I sought counseling for us: coverage-therapy, I call it. About an hour ago I decided to call my provider, paving our way to the road to recovery. They, however, did not seem to be as enthusiastic about their participation in the process, as right now I am listening to corny (yet catchy) hold music while they ignore me.

Maintaining this whole positivity get-up, I can honestly say that one good thing has come from this experience. That being my conversation with Jen. She saved me from 30 additional minutes of this godawful so-called music and took the time to chat with me for a while. We talked about Grey's Anatomy, her favorite Thai restaurant in LA, her son's college application process and even my recent midterm stressors. So there you have it. Call your phone provider's 800 number and make a friend.

Ok, I'm going to hang up now. I may be a positive person, but I positively cannot take a techno version of Jason Mraz's "I'm Yours."