Author: Doug McCaughan

I scheduled a technician from Comcast to come to the house this morning.
I received an automated call from Comcast yesterday reminding me of the appointment and noting, "Our technician will call before coming to your house and will not come out if no one answers."
Last night I realized I had a conflict so I called Comcast and rescheduled for next week.
This morning my son who is supposed to be taking one of his final exams sends me a text message telling me that his mother wants me to call Comcast.
I can only assume there is a Comcast truck outside our house having not called in advance. The house where my wife is and I am not.
I tried calling my wife to get an explanation but she does not answer the phone.
I am not calling anyone because this is clearly not my {radio edit} problem.

Update:

1. Post edited to remove unnecessary foul language.
2. Very impressed at how quickly Comcast found this post and offered to help!
3. Turns out my wife did not know I had already rescheduled the appointment and since I was driving sent a text message to my son to "remind dad to call comcast"
4. Teen son did not notice said text message until he was in school and sent a message to me that read "Mom says to call Comcast."

Funny enough…communication breakdown still applies.

Last night was so critically important to me. And it went so awry. I’ll be paying for last night all day today.

How do you know that you are getting too old for this shit? Easy! When the grading rubric for your son’s high school class includes references to objects and methods of a language that you’ve been thinking you need to learn to further your career to pay for his college, then his buddy of one year younger mentions learning a language in only two hours that made it easier, you might as well Peter Principle your ass into a Hoveround and Walmart greet your way into a retirement home.

In my ongoing pursuit of happinesssanity, I have decided that each day, a small amount of time must be committed to organizing and throwing away…no skipping! That is all.

I should be meditating. I should be planning my day (the night before). Hell, I should be flossing. Stress begets stress. Stress lends to bad habits, bad habits which further the stress. The stress reaction is broken. I do not live on the Savannah. I do not have to run from lions. My mind is confused. My body is tired.