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Sep. 15th, 2006 03:49 pmI finally took my sore self to the chiropractor. The migraine was for real and had fully gone by yesterday, but it and daily life had left my neck rather badly out of joint. It still throbs badly, but the referred pain is dying down and *this* time when I took codeine, the codeine kicked in. I have enough time left in the afternoon to catch up on some of the work that has been lost to all that pain.
Two good things happened today. My fourth beta reader had an apology. She has only got 100 pages into the mansucript because she is so enjoying re-reading everything over and again. She wasn't being snarky either. She says every time she reads she notices new things and she is loving it. I'm beginning to like this beta reader thing :). Or I will until comments from the last reader come in because he is the toughest :).
The other good thing is a small, small one. Telstra rang to ask "Why did you leave us?" They were surprised you see, because I had been such a loyal customer forever. I told them that I was sick of having to get cash from the bank and walk to the nearest outlet and pay the bills that way. The nice lady on the phone said she was sorry but there was nothing she could have done about it. I said that I knew and I had found it was a very senior decision to accept this and not accept that and maybe if she could just let the powers-that-be know that they had lost another customer one day they would get it right. She is doing that and in the meantime has taken me off *all* the Telstra telemarketing lists. One last bill and I am done with those idiotic fights over accounts.
My last Telstra thought is targeted directly at the guy who said to Senate Estimates' question on why they were applying an extra charge for credit card users "Because we can." Well, if you can do that, then my reply to why I'm no longer with Telstra is "Because there are other providers." Mine direct debits from my credit card and *waives* fees for the privilege.
In case you're wondering, I've kept the same phone number. I will have a mobile number too, when I work out how to get the phone to work. The mobile will be only for emergencies. Bushfires in the ACT and electricity blackouts and cousins being bombed all got to my mother and she has pointed out in no uncertain terms that I am to sort this mobile out. I got it half sorted: Nicole kindly programmed me in key numbers and Donna explained how to use it - I felt *so* stupid - then I took the manual into my manual writing class and they all tore it to shreds and I felt less stupid. Then the cute little machine kind of died on me. The next person who visits who understands how to tell the difference between true death and simcard death might be able to give it a resurrection.
Isn't it funny how being in bed in pain for much of the day makes the trivia of life dreadfully important? If I could read or if I could think straight I would be lost in fantasy worlds. Speaking of which, now those painkillers work I have one waiting for me. It will also be waiting for me tomorrow when I will do much housework. Fantasy housework is so much cooler than washing sheets and dishes and putting recycling out and cleaning floors and bathrooms.
Two good things happened today. My fourth beta reader had an apology. She has only got 100 pages into the mansucript because she is so enjoying re-reading everything over and again. She wasn't being snarky either. She says every time she reads she notices new things and she is loving it. I'm beginning to like this beta reader thing :). Or I will until comments from the last reader come in because he is the toughest :).
The other good thing is a small, small one. Telstra rang to ask "Why did you leave us?" They were surprised you see, because I had been such a loyal customer forever. I told them that I was sick of having to get cash from the bank and walk to the nearest outlet and pay the bills that way. The nice lady on the phone said she was sorry but there was nothing she could have done about it. I said that I knew and I had found it was a very senior decision to accept this and not accept that and maybe if she could just let the powers-that-be know that they had lost another customer one day they would get it right. She is doing that and in the meantime has taken me off *all* the Telstra telemarketing lists. One last bill and I am done with those idiotic fights over accounts.
My last Telstra thought is targeted directly at the guy who said to Senate Estimates' question on why they were applying an extra charge for credit card users "Because we can." Well, if you can do that, then my reply to why I'm no longer with Telstra is "Because there are other providers." Mine direct debits from my credit card and *waives* fees for the privilege.
In case you're wondering, I've kept the same phone number. I will have a mobile number too, when I work out how to get the phone to work. The mobile will be only for emergencies. Bushfires in the ACT and electricity blackouts and cousins being bombed all got to my mother and she has pointed out in no uncertain terms that I am to sort this mobile out. I got it half sorted: Nicole kindly programmed me in key numbers and Donna explained how to use it - I felt *so* stupid - then I took the manual into my manual writing class and they all tore it to shreds and I felt less stupid. Then the cute little machine kind of died on me. The next person who visits who understands how to tell the difference between true death and simcard death might be able to give it a resurrection.
Isn't it funny how being in bed in pain for much of the day makes the trivia of life dreadfully important? If I could read or if I could think straight I would be lost in fantasy worlds. Speaking of which, now those painkillers work I have one waiting for me. It will also be waiting for me tomorrow when I will do much housework. Fantasy housework is so much cooler than washing sheets and dishes and putting recycling out and cleaning floors and bathrooms.