So I Keep Waiting (Waiting), Waiting For The Day To Change

Have you ever had one of those days where you want to punch a wall, kick a shin, and/or possibly throw a very heavy object at an innocent bystander?

No? Just me?

Today (and part of yesterday) has been a bit rough. I guess that's to be expected after my last post of unicorns and rainbows (sorry about that--I reread it and even I rolled my eyes).

Let's get into it, shall we? We signed up with Verizon for our television and internet service. They came out last week and installed a bunch of junk (that's as technical as I get) and then came back later to set it all up inside. That was when they told us our television wasn't "compatible" with their system (I'm sorry, I didn't realize Verizon offered a matchmaking service). Then! Last night we were testing our sprinkler system and noticed Verizon cut through our water line whilst installing the bunch of junk.

Grrr.

I called them this morning and was told their computers were freezing up and they were dropping calls like crazy. An internet/phone provider with frozen computers and dropped calls--how ironic. The customer service rep promised she was always on top of things and this was not her fault. After her 4th explanation of how great she was and how, "My computer should show a tiny arrow and instead it's an hour glass. WHY IS IT AN HOUR GLASS?!! This is NOT my fault, I am VERY efficient!" I stopped talking. Ma'am, I don't care if you won Verizon Employee of the Decade, I just want my sprinkler to work. Funny enough, the call was dropped.

"Can you hear me now?" Um... no.

THEN! I drove back to the tax office to get my new driver's license and license plate. I was turned away yesterday for not having enough info for the plate so I came back fully prepared. She processed everything and then handed me the most ridiculous license plate I've ever seen.

Background info: I love simple, clean license plates.

Michael and I recently discussed how Texas had turned its back on classy license plates and was now a wee bit tacky. They now have a brand new plate that is absurd. Think Lisa Frank and her trapper keepers--this thing is bright and OBNOXIOUS. And lucky me, I received two.

Hid the plates in my purse and walked next door to the DMV, only to discover I did not have enough information to get a license.

(This is when I decided I wanted to throw a heavy object at an innocent bystander.)

Not only do you need your current driver's license, insurance, and social security card, you also need a passport or birth certificate. I pulled out my shiny marriage license and even that was not enough. And to make matters worse, I'm almost positive the lady had a smirk on her face as she turned me away.

I left the DMV feeling betrayed by my new state. Little does it know, I will be back with my birth certificate and my passport and I'm thinking of bringing my 2nd grade report card just in case. (And I will say every other word with massive amounts of emphasis so they know I mean business.)

The only thing that could make the day salvageable was a taco from Jack In The Box. So I did what had to be done. And ordered four.

And that is what we call taking one (er... four) for the team.