ARRRGH!

Recycling a note I just sent to a friend who inquired about my day...

It's been one of those days... I'm just in from a run over to The Big(ger) City™ where I did battle with Sprint.  Long story, but the Reader's Digest version is I have automatic bill pay -- they debit my credit card every month.  Well, my card expires this month and I need to update the expiration date.  No can do.  Not through Sprint's "customer service" phone line and not at their sales office.  I have to do it through their web site, which REFUSES to register me.  The manager at the sales point in Clovis tried to assist me and it wouldn't let HIM register me.  ARRRGH.  Thus yet another bid'niz gets added to my fire-bombing list...

I whipped by the base to pick up meds and the gate guard told me I wasn't registered in the base ID system for some strange reason.  I've been registered since they put the program in place a couple o' years ago... but I had to go RE-register.  ARRRGH, Part II.  No big deal... it took all of ten minutes... but it was out of my way and was a stop I didn't plan on making.  It seems like the universe is conspiring against me today.

And there are big-ass thunderstorms in the neighborhood, so it looks like there will be no Happy Hour.  ARRRGH, Part III.

Some days it bees like this.