So, let’s see. In 2008, Sad-Sigh was freaked the fuck out over mosquitoes in India, confused by mustaches in New Zealand, and sexually harassed in Uzbekistan (yours truly, and truly a Sad Sigh worthy event but alas, not one I’m allowed to talk about on a public blog).
Well, we may be miserable, but at least we’re international miserablists.
I should be writing a Sad Sigh about how 3″ of snow has virtually killed Seattle, causing buses to attempt to fly and causing me to wait 40 minutes in 20F weather this morning as bus after packed bus passed me because King County Metro can’t get its fucking act together. I could also talk about how SAND and SALT are not the same things and how whiny Seattlites get when I point out that a little NaCL spread nice and thick on our roads would prevent buses from trying to fly. They say “But it’s baaaaad for the environnnnmenttttt.” It snows 3 days a year here at most and you know what else is bad for the environment? Cities. 3 days of laying down some damn salt isn’t going to kill all the trees in the Evergreen State.
Anyway, that’s not why I’m writing. I’m writing because as I was one of the few people who could make it into work today, it was a pretty slow day and on slow days I mostly futz around with AdWords copy and surf around “learning” about CSS and javascript. And then it occurred to me as I mistyped a .com. Someone needs to create a new domain.
Then we could be sad-sigh.vom
When Dennis posted that he had been robbed at the gym again on Facebook, I responded simply with this blog’s title. “Sad. Sigh,” I said, encouraging him to post about his misery so that we could all delight in it.
Dennis asked me to instead post about my schadenfreude over his lost wallet. Well, it wasn’t exactly schadenfreude. It was more like…recognizing a Sad Sigh opportunity. Without having any sympathy.
I blame Grace for the death of my compassion and for me being a jerk.
I got mine though, as I woke up this morning with a terrible migraine. Dennis, for this I blame you. Oh, and sorry about you being robbed.
Yay! Blogging from afar! (G – we need a Sad.Sigh Abroad category.)
11.15.08 – NYC, Somewhere over the Pacific Ocean.
But first, a small tangent. So, prior to my departure from JFK to SYD, I’d received a text message from my Magic Phone Panel telling me that they were disbanding the panel immediately, and that my phone service would be shut off on November 20th and that I would have to switch my service to an account of my own name, or be faced with account termination. (I love when they use such mean, forceful language. It makes me feel like I’m being abused, and I like that.) So, Friday night at 11:30pm, as I’m sexing up my boyf, (in this case, sexing up = watching Ugly Betty), I get another text message and e-mail with instructions on how to switch my account over. I was relieved at this, as I thought they weren’t going to get it to me in time before I left for the wonders of Down Under, (I promise this will be the 8th to last time that I use the phrase ‘Down Under’). However, it turns out that, because I tried calling on Saturday, and my account was solely handled by AT&T’s Small Business Unit, I couldn’t get anyone to make the switch for me. I tried their main number, I tried the number that was supplied to me by Magic Phone Panel, Inc., I tried a corporate store, I tried the main Transfer of Service line. All to no avail. Perhaps it’s time for me to try switching to a different provider? The stupid fucking lowdown is that I’m going to have to stupid fucking do the whole transfer from Australia, and negotiate the dumass time differential, which is complicated for me, because I’m dumb. Feel sorry for me. Tangent done. Continue reading
Okay folks. I’m on hiatus.
But not really. I’ll be gone for 3 weeks, traipsing my hot ass all over Australia and New Zealand. Given my penchant for hot accents, my boyf’s permission to go about kissing Antipodean strangers, (seriously B, what were you thinking??), my terrifying fear of long flights, (my stupid fucking direct flight from JFK to Sydney is 22-and-a-half-hours! Makes me wanna die!), and my lack of tact, I’m sure something SadSigh worthy will come up, so I’ll be using this blog as a staging platform from abroad to fill my useless friends in on what is going on. Check back, often! (If only to drive our ad revenue up.)
Oh, and since my hot ass will be missing for several weeks, you should all know that I still hate you in the interim.
Much love,
Chinese.