Friday, August 31, 2001

See ya!

The big day: we leave for parts south in a little while....The suitcases, reference books, and other necessaries are packed and in the car. Mr. TOC is leaving last minute instructions with the young 'un re: HIS DOG, etc. She is feigning attention. (<--she learned to feign at the hands of the Master).

My only regret is that I cannot take on the Dellians immediately. I wanted that laptop to stay in touch during this trip.

I approached the daughter about being Guestblogger. She looked at me like I had three heads. theothercheek shall remain voiceless.

Y'all take care now. We'll return on Sept.10th.


Thursday, August 30, 2001

Today: Theothercheek is feeling


It all started three days ago when I ordered a computer notebok from the Dell Corporation (online). It began easy enough... I chose the laptop, customized it, and sent the order. Step 2: Financial Sheet... filled that out, sent it. Approved instantly for 5K in credit. Per Dell, the next thing I was to receive was an order confirmation via email. (Please start humming the tune to the game show Jeopardy at this point....) Two days confirmation number.. I call Dell. I speak with some college student (who's major was probably anthropology and who is presently working at Dell till the job of his dreams comes up <---JASON ). Jason is helpful. I reorder the notebook. TADA! But, there is one more hurdle.....I must speak with the financial folks. I give him my husband's cell phone number (which is turned on and available 24/7) and my work number, with the warning that I am ONLY to be called at work ( a very busy operating room where they get really pissed if we put the pt. to sleep and then leave to tend to personal business) if they read my husband's obit in the paper, my work number.

Thursday, August 30. The saga continues. The financial people from this freakin' company call ME. One of our brain dead surgical techs answers the phone. Guess what? I missed the call.

Presently, I am now screaming at some operator at the Dell Company. Why???? Because I have been on the phone for over an hour and a half trying to reach some human. Their phone system is a myriad of Press this ... if this....................Press this .........if that.........Press this.......if you want to rip out the hearts of several of our employees ( and show the hearts to the victims while they are still beating) Believe me, fifteeen hours of hard obstetrical labor was easier; at least I knew there was an end in sight.

72 hours later, 3.5 hours on the phone, here I sit ..still trying to get my laptop.

Update: 4:12PM est. I am, once again, on the phone with Jason and listening to his voice mail message My message to him:###$$%^&*&^ )(*)((^&%#$65423)(&(^*%&(*678762&$^##!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <-- and that was the uncensored part

I leave town tomorrow for ten days. I told Jason if he does not call back this evening to cancel the order.

Now, I'm sure my $1200 dollar order ain't gonna make or break Dell. But, they certainly got one irate Lithuanian on their dead ass tail now. And, hell hath no fury like a Lithuanian chick scorned.

Any of the readers of this blog, perchance , work for that poor excuse for a computer organization called Dell? Let me know. I need the name of the President. He needs to read this blog.


I think NOT!

Stay tuned to : Theothercheek takes on Dell. (and calls in Bobthecorgifor reinforcement from the NJ Lithuanian front. Now, they got real trouble. They have not a freakin' clue as to the can of pierogi they have opened up.

Sleepless in Shickshinny...........

Some nights sleep evades me........
I'm tired but...............
it evades me.................................
My thoughts wander to days gone by.......
days when I had dreams...........

Dreams of being a young girl from France. A young girl from France who had a horse. A young girl from France with long dark hair and deep dark eyes who was the most popular girl in the whole wide world. A young girl from France who rode her horse through open fields. Fields with tall green grass and flowers. Flowers of all colors..............................

A young girl from France. I can still see her face.

Wednesday, August 29, 2001

Did you.........?

We are leaving for vacation on Friday. The "Did You's"started yesterday.

Mr. Toc: "Did you...............
a. get the maps?
b. stop the mail?
c. get your clothes ready?
d. get the books we need?
e. get the oil changed in the car?
The answer to the above and all forthcoming questions is YES, YES, YES, YES. All of the preparation was done a week ago. Shhh! Don't tell him. It's a secret.I choose to let him stew.


P.S. What do you think would happen if they weren't done?

Sunday, August 26, 2001

Forever Friends Part 5


BTC: "give me a head with hair, long beautiful hair. shining, streaming, gleaming, waxen, flaxen. give me down to there hair, shoulder length or longer, here, baby, there, momma, ev'rywhere, daddy, daddy, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair." where is MY hair? it was the summer of love and everyone was growing their hair longer. someone's sister was in beauty school and offered to give me a free trim. here is the result. this photo makes it look longer than the 1" than it actually was.

TOC: "Harmony and understanding Sympathy and trust abounding No more falsehoods or derisions Golden living dreams of visions Mystic crystal revelation And the mind's true liberation"

BTC and TOC live to see their graduation day
Off to nursing school we go..............People's very lives will depend on us!
My lovely locks were frosted, much to my father's chagrin. I thought I was rather stunning.
This was one of the best summers of my life.Parties, parties, parties... learning to sign out for that additional overnight from nursing school (and finding some where to stay on Sunday), mini skirts, more parties...............

I met Mr. TOC.

And, the rest is history.Or a well guarded secret.

Father Streit

Father Streit is dying.He's just about the most wonderful Catholic priest I've ever known. For me, a Cafeteria Catholic, that's saying a lot. . He was the house Chaplain at two of the local hospitals where I worked. When one of the patients "crimped", it was Fr. Streit that got the call to administer the "Sacrament of the Sick" and speak to the family. It was Fr. who came the day my brother-in-law, at age 51, died unexpectedly in the emergency room. He has a knack of saying just the right thing without pontificating.

We looked forward to his daily rounds. He was pretty atypical as a man of the cloth. A bit of a non-conformer. He wore sandals that he referred to as his "Jesus shoes". Spoke a tad irreverently of the diocese Bishop, "Yes, me and the Bishop.......we're this close (his hands spread apart as far as he could get them). Delivered the Sacrament of Penance on the fly (once absolved me in the hall outside the hospital cafeteria after I told him I missed the regular high holy days event:"Did you kill anyone? No problem."

Fr. Streit has been given the game of life's "fair warning". He's chosen not to continue with treatment for his cancer. He's chosen to LIVE out the remainder of his days.

Thank you , Fr. Streit, for all you've been and done. Thank you from the depths of my heart. I'll miss you a lot when the time comes, but, I'll have some pretty special memories............................................Put in a good word for me with YOU-KNOW-WHO.