Ticking phone bomb.

Sunday was all about HOT. First, our street had a block party and the Roommate called the fire department to come out for a visit. They do that here for block parties, you know, let the kids climb all over the truck and give them little junior fireman hats---only the Roommate actually called them out for a visit because he knows I like hot firemen. He's cool like that----screw the kids, they were happy enough throwing around a nerf football and picking on each other.

Then we went to the Chameleon for Pat's birthday party and aside from all the booze and food and go go boys he had a fire dancer. Hot. So the evening was about fire starters and fire putter-outers.

I just had a piss fight with Verizon (my favorite carrier ever!) over an install fee and I think I'm going to win this one. Jennifer* at Verizon stated that I ordered the inside wiring because "her order says so". Jesus, as if she'd even remember writing an order for one POTS line (plain old telephone service---we love our acronyms!) two months ago---so I just went ahead and forwarded their response to my e-mail order with the INSIDE WIRING NOT NEEDED all over it. Yeah, I expect a credit and an apology. No, I am not holding my breath. Winning an argument with Verizon is not very satisfying as it is exactly like tricking a kid into eating ice cream or getting Rufus to ruin a leather couch----just not that frickin' difficult.

Busy week here, tomorrow I will be watching the not-gonna-happen shit hit the telecom fan when I don't meet a customer's unrealistic deadline. Yea me! Wonder if I can blame it on Verizon……….hold the phone**, that idea is just simple enough to work.

*Her real name because she is NOT innocent.

**Telecom reference in a telecom joke! I am so clever, double points!