This is a world destruction, your life ain’t nothing. The human race is becoming a disgrace.
Whoops. Had another old song stuck in my head.
The guy from Doorworks came and put in a really nice door, but of course all the pounding dislodged some sort of THING my dad had on a shelf.
It fell on the new toaster oven my sister bought my mom for Xmas and dented it.
The pounding also broke the bulb in the light fixture, and the bottom of the bulb was stuck in the socket because of corrosion. I had to buy a new light fixture, $42 worth of insulation (because that’s the smallest amount they sell), and a doorknob and lock. My mom signed up to work on Friday, when the washer/dryer is supposed to be delivered, so I may have to miss even more work. This project better be finished soon, or I’m going to go nuts. Or maybe I just need an account at the hardware store.
I also had to cancel a wine tasting class because I forgot it was ham radio club meeting week and I’m the dummy who volunteered to be treasurer.
I won’t even start to tell you about the credit card company who required my mom to speak perfect English to get a card and wouldn’t take any information from me even though she was standing next to me and we were both on the phone. Federal regulations my ass. The SOB at the credit card bureau was Canadian; I could tell from his accent. I finally told him, “This is why your job is going to India,” and hung up on him. Even if my mom got a “Mileage Plus VISA card” I bet it would have so many restrictions that the miles would be worthless. Why is it that speed freaks can pretend to be someone else and get credit cards with ease, but my mom can’t get one for herself? Because WHITEY IS KEEPING US DOWN!