Well, another fun day in Nancyland. I should turn my life into an amusement park with a reality show/horror/comic theme. Anybody want to hop inside for a ride? Didn't think so, ha-ha.
My morning was a trip into a mixture of sad irony, relief and utter head-banging fustration.
My afternoon/evening...didn't fare much better. Oh yeah, the screamers were on the loose and up to form, today. I called Canada, and got a guy, who, when I asked to speak to his wife, screamed at the top of his lungs, "NO, YOU CAN'T, YOU F__KIN'..." And that's where one hangs up and moves on--but not before I, in my best haughty snobby voice---having grown up with early exposure to both the new and old rich ('tho my family's income was lower-middle class), do this type of voice quite well, I told him that he needed to ask his "mother to teach him how to properly speak to a lady."...Them I hung up. Let some other hapless soul deal with the uncouth jerk, ey?
Another person, this time in Illinois, went on a long rambling tirade of how we kept ringing her home, and asking for someone who didn't live there,
and why do we keep calling her? I asked her, when she finally stopped to draw a breath, if she told the people ringing her, that they were phoning a wrong number..."Nooo---." (Oh, you could hear the lightbulb turning on inside her head, with that response). Have I mentioned how stupid we Americans often can be? 
Yet another woman, this one in California, thought she was being cute (not), and asked me to hang on while she fetched the party I called for to the phone--then deliberately left me on hold. (They do that a lot, not realizing that it has no effect on me whatsoever...in fact, it's like getting a mini-break, ha-ha. I used the time to browse the Doctor Who clippings on the Times Online. I give them four or five minutes, as a courtsey--one never knows, it might be a 40 room mansion, or the person may be outside the caravan, feeding the chickens.
Well, anyhow, after dealing with Social Security foul-ups, and National Grid's abrupt about-face, and all the nasty people in North America--I am ready to be home now--'tho I have to get up early, tommorrow, to pay the electric bill.
Between the unwarrented aggrivation, the screaming people and a nasty sore tongue (my broken tooth is chafing the edge of my tongue) and the toothache/facial pain--I'm sometimes getting to be a grumpy old bear.
That is exactly what I DON'T want to be! I mean, wheter it's a snarky wife, or a snobby yuppie dame, or a crotchety old maid---I don't want to become any of the above, ever. Okay, I admit, it can be fun sometimes, being snarky or snobby or crotchety...but not as a habit, or even for more than a day or so...no way.
It's sort of like when we were kids--everyone wanted to be the bad guy, and be mean...okay, and we liked getting "shot" so we could fall down dead and roll down the hill and be really dramatic--or at least, I did 
The good guys were fun, and nearly always won the day, but the bad guys were much more exciting--you could get away with more, couldn't you?
I COULD EASILY BE THE GIRL IN THIS PHOTO--I EVEN WORE AN IDENTICAL OUTFIT!
I am very tired...I'm tired inside and outside, physcially and mentally.. But glad to be home. I am petting my cats, having a snack, blogging, and going to watch a few minutes of good ol' Doctor Who.
Watching Doctor Who is about all the "holiday" I get in this dodgy old life of mine, and boy, tonight, I just want to climb in the good ol' TARDIS with the Doctor and escape my life for 40 minutes or so.
Oh yeah, I did do something I never did before, tonight...I called Nuit Province in Canada, and talked to a real Eskimo (he was very nice, btw).
