8:30
It's 8:30 ALL DAY. Even twice. The original plan was no mas for augusto 22 however the half-empty goblet went to overflow mode and now frankly I need the release.
But first, a humble 'Thank you' to the new record set for viewers. The last entry cracked the thirty-view line and while still not Rush Limbaugh numbers, inching closer.
AND STILL FREE …
We'll get to that later …
There are still times when I cannot figure out how substack is counting 'views'. It doesn't make total sense but I may have missed a med or bumped my head tying my shoe. I have to KEEP REMINDING myself that the world is NOT perfect and there are far too many other people that are really NOT interested in MY rules which brings me here for this special ‘therapy’ session.
I semi-squandered the better part of the day and frustration seemed to build each and every time I turned around to check on the whereabouts of my shadow. It is just incredible the ineptitude and lack of concern or a desire to help others and do something, ANYTHING, positive and constructive. I mean it has reached tsunami and/or epidemic proportions for sure.
WHAT NOW?
I had to call TIRR/MH in The Woodlands to cancel an appointment for S1 tomorrow. I got the nifty email reminder and to confirm, ‘click here’. NO. Not that.
Looking more carefully and closely, there is NO OPTION to cancel or for cancelation. We made the 'first available' over two weeks ago and HELLO !, things can change in THAT time.
SO WHAT DID YOU DO?
I looked long and hard atthe email finally finding a phone number in FINE BLUE PRINT which I called. It turns out this was NOT a number and a person that could assist me so she transfers my call to ‘someone that can’.
OK. I’m with you and holding. The call drops.
I count to three (3) million before dialing again and endure the full frontal assault from the vicious MH voice mail loop … ‘If this is a medical emergency, call 911 …’ It’s ABOUT TO BE.
If you think I am joking, you are super bored AND care to venture into MY WORLD, call 877-621-8014 and ask to cancel an appointment.
Abbreviating and truncating here now as I need to find my blood pressure meds, I end up with Cindy. Or as I called her Cynthia. She was an IT person and was so impressed by my distress that she bucked up and vowed to try to help me. I told her if she could help me out I would make her Queen for a day.
I explained my predicament and I could tell she following the steps I took in the background. When she realized I was correct and there was NO WAY to cancel an appointment with ease, she documented the error for correction.
I said that’s great but it isn’t MY JOB to point out these things pro bono to an organization like Memorial Hermann and my appointment was STILL NOT CANCELLED. I axed her if this call was really being recorded for training and monitored for quality purposes. She giggled and completed writing up the problem.
Then this … ‘I WILL get you over to someone that can help you.’
Well it finally happened and I felt truly relieved. Forty-seven (47) minutes later, time I will NEVER get back and I was feeling like I had given birth to about a seven pound brink with square corners.
But let’s hustle to this closing link.
This subject FBI agent/puke is a first-class scum suck. He has a ‘history’ of underhanded ‘tricks’. I have been watching and waiting for the net to fall on him and it looks like the msm got him. He was ‘promoted’ for his previous nefarious work ‘making a peaceful gathering into a riot, sending in the goons' for a full-blown insurrection. This is one of those bad actors that needs to be turned and incriminate a bunch of them. I hope someone can locate plans or working drawing(s) for the gallows. Heck, it won’t have to be all that fancy. I am sure there is a suitable tree in DC and a fast horse, done. Secure the ropes, slap the horse and wait for the neck to snap. In the old Westerns, the spectators seem to enjoy the 'dance'.
Clearly I am digressing.
OK, I feel truly spent here Fans. NOW I am taking the rest of the month off …
See you in September … wouldn't that be a great name for a song?
Tomorrow’s another day.
And Thanks again for viewing, stopping to read and sharing. Maybe we can hit 4-0. Forty would be fecals.
Next time, a similar adventure with substack tech support. Just as insane with a similar inept and clueless character you won’t want to miss.
WAIT, WHAT ABOUT FREE?
Next time. I’m binge watching Dancing with the Stars …
