The Best Part of Waking Up.....

was not in fact Folger's in my cup, this am. I bleary-eyed stepped out of my room, heading towards my bathroom, when.... BAM!!!.... barefoot into one of the several piles/pools of diarrhea that the dear Diaper left for my while I was slumbering. I am growing to slowly hate this dog. He is old and crotchety- which means he is mean to Mazzy and little 'Ston. He barks his fool head off everytime someone moves in the house and won't shut up until you scream at him. And, his bowels are all kinds of messed up. He keeps shitting and pissing in my room... bc apparently this is not part of the 'house'-training. When I close the door.... in the hall or in my bathroom across the hall. Grrrr! My room smells like piss and my foot prolly has some exotic Mexican tapeworm burrowing towards my heart!

I am scrambling to make Memorial Day weekend plans, since my Boone plans fell through. I am trying not to act like a petulant 3 year old and stamp my foot, but I'm REALLY irritated. I'm not only having to make last minute plans, but trying to find people to go with me, so I'm not camping in the middle of the woods by myself. It looks like Asheville will be my destination, but I'm still trying to figure out how I'm gonna set up my tent in the dark to make this happen. Boo hiss to the man for crappin' out on our plans.

On a funny note: while I was typing this blog, I am also trying to reserve the U-Haul that I and my future roommates are going to rent on June 7 to move. So, as I am talking to this lady ab my reservation, she tries to slip in this disclaimer about equipment not being available for the times reserved?! I stop her to clarify this gem and ask "Are you saying that if I call to make a 24 hour reservation, U-Haul cannot guarantee that they will offer me the equipment for that time period?" She pauses (presumably to look in her 'difficult questions' manual) and begins to read something to the effect that U-Haul attempts to satisfy as many customers as possible, so sometimes the equipment will be rented out several times a day. I respond by thanking her for reading that, but that she really hasn't answered my question. I repeat my question, hoping that the pure ridiculousness of it will fall on her ears and perhaps propel her to check with a supervisor for clarification. It does not.

She transfers me to Customer Service, who might be able to answer my question. They cannot.... guess who does that? The reservation people, that's who! When I explain my concern that that department was the reason I had been transferred to begin with, my concerns were immediately relieved as she hopefully suggested "Maybe you'll get another person this time!" Really?! Like maybe one whose 'give a damn' isn't broken?! At this point, I asked to be transferred to a supervisor in the reservation department, since I would have a higher likelihood of having my original question answered. Wonder of wonders..... this did not happen.

I did reserve my U-Haul with the unfortunate soul who I was transferred to... and she was ridiculously pleasant and knowledgable! The End.