Monday, July 13, 2015

TAL Challenge: The Worst

Act One: Calling Comcast

I hate doing small chores that involve talking to strangers, especially strangers that bug me.  Strangers like the people at the Comcast Customer Service call center.

It's not even like they didn't handle my problem.  They totally handled my problem.

It's just that they have this inane script.

"Hi," I said.  "I'm calling to upgrade my modem."

"Let me make sure I understand your problem, so I can solve it for you," says the guy.  "You're calling to upgrade your modem."

Omg, for duh.

Act Two: Gelatinous

That word sounds disgusting and pretty much anything it describes is also disgusting.

Act Three: Being Late

 I don't care when other people are late.  In fact, as long as it's not like, hours late, it makes me feel good to know that other people can't always handle all of their responsibilities either.

But I absolutely hate being late myself.  It causes a visceral reaction, a rising of fear and paralyzing anxiety from my stomach to my neck and radiating down my arms.  If I'm late, I have to do deep breathing to calm myself down.  I have to remind myself not to have a temper tantrum in front of my children.  It actually feels like disaster might strike if I can't get someplace on time.

This is irrational.  I know this.

"What's the worst that could happen?" I have to ask myself.

Usually it's nothing.  Nothing will happen if I'm five minutes late.


mm said...

What's the worst that could happen? This is actually my motto for the summer.

LH said...

I hate being late too. It freaks me out.