My nice, quiet night at home with wine and The Hunger Games On Demand turned into my roommate inviting 4 people over who are now drinking and loudly chatting in the kitchen and I’m the asshole watching a movie in the living room.
I hate being like this, but I’ve just been pretty passive-aggressively rude on the phone to two separate people. I’m not trying to be, and I recognize it so it’s not even really anyone’s fault but mine so I should just quit. I lost my phone last night out of sheer exhaustion - not out of drunken stupor - and surely that’s only my fault. However. AT&T is making it complete hell for me to (a) deactivate; and (b) buy a new phone.
I needed my step-mom’s social to deactivate the thing, then when I tried to just buy one (a refurb bs 4G since I hate the iPhone 5 with all my being) and they were all, “Noooooooooo, you’re not a user on the account.”
Bro. I just want to give you my money to buy a phone. I am not trying to add 6 lines or something dumb. LET ME GIVE YOU MY DOLLARS.
Since the man on the phone was adament about “following guidelines” when I tried to call in via Google Voice and act like my stepmom and why can’t I just be someone else for like 10 minutes so I can get what I want?? And also. When I tried to call my father for the 5th time might I add to try and do this shit legitimately, he wouldn’t answer his damn phone. Why do you have a phone if when I call you from random numbers you won’t answer it?? Good christ. I’m quitting until Monday.
For the hour and a half he stole me away from work today, we listened to a podcast about internet freedom and also about cataloging Edward Snowden’s escapades (on a very journalistic level) while pressing our lips on each other and tugging and touching as if we could pull back the last few weeks of separation. We talked about his train stop and parking at my new place and he scolded me for not having started packing yet. It’s two weeks away I protested, citing my typical delay in packing for trips minutes before the taxi is to arrive to take me to the airport.
It’s two weeks away.
Sundays are for a really sick sweat sesh and self loathing.