Adjusting

As of about 10-15 minutes ago, I have internet access! Keep in mind, I'm technologically challenged and still use dial-up (also because it's cheaper), so I fell to the mercy of AT&T, a company that frustrated me beyond compare. My phone was to be turned on last Thursday, but due to "errors" in their computer, pole problems and internal wire problems (discovered after about 7 phone calls to AT&T - utilizing 120 cell phone minutes, being put on hold for over 100 of those minutes, getting disconnected all over the country and being disconnected by some of them), I just not got service.

And things are still not perfect. The only phone jack in my apartment that works is in my tiny kitchen. The one in the living room doesn't work and the one in my bedroom doesn't work. So my phone is perched precariously on a tiny ledge, just itching to be knocked into the sink. My answering machine must be placed in my dining area, and I can't use the internet from my bedroom, which means I have to lug my computer and printer to the dining area, with cords running from the kitchen, to do internet stuff. And right now, I'm sitting at my dining table. Grumble, grumble, grumble. The AT&T guy was at my apartment for almost two hours trying to figure out why things weren't working. It turns out that the wires are broken in my wall, probably the result of a squirrel or other critter chewing it in the attic area. So I have to get my apartment complex to fix that problem (as well as my unsafe porch). And, by the way, I missed my ballroom dancing lessons tonight because of it and I'm a bit irritated because it was the first night of the month/class and I don't know if they'll let me join late. But the repair guy was cool, and I discovered that his son will be entering the school I'm teaching at, but he won't be in my class because his son is taking pre-AP, which I'm not teaching this year.

Other than the phone and porch, my apartment is quite nice. It's unpacked, and I finally hung things on the wall today. My books and DVDs are alphabetized and catagorized and the only thing left to work on is my closet, which is a daunting task. Wibble has had her surgery and is living with me (and sticking to me like velcro, I must add) and I even bought a plant.
Next on my list: a trip to Specs. I need alcohol. I only have red wine and if I invite people over for drinks (which I intend on doing) or when I bring a date up for a nightcap, I need variety.

Time to go shopping!