Monday, December 1, 2014

Day one without cable and wifi: I’m scared

I just moved into my new apartment and my roommate and I agreed we wouldn’t get cable because we are poor white girls working for a little more than minimum wage (that’s a slight exaggeration but times are tough). But for some reason, we can’t get just our normal TV to work.

We also haven’t ordered WiFi yet and that’s the toughest part. I pretty much work entirely from home, so I need the Internet to research articles slash Facebook stalk slash organize a Twitter army to take down some bullies.

Idk, it’s hard being a white girl sometimes.

Today was my first official weekday without cable or Internet.

8 a.m. Woke up because Kassidy left. Planned to get my crap together and go to the leasing office.

8:30 a.m. Fell back asleep

10:15 a.m. Woke up to a doorbell going off. What kind of an apartment has an effing doorbell?
Maintenance man was there to change our locks, but I hadn’t gone to the leasing office yet to get the new keys.

I put on my shoes and headed down there.

10:30 a.m. Signed a bunch of papers slash signed my life and soul away to an apartment complex.

11 a.m. Got ready for work in complete silence because apparently my iPhone can’t hold all of my music without WiFi. So I didn’t listen to any music in the shower or while putting on makeup and I’m just now realizing I didn’t even try my computer, but y’all being dumb ain’t easy.

11:20 a.m. Called Chick-fil-A to see if they had WiFi. Thanked them when they said yes.

11:30 a.m. Arrived at Chick-fil-A and ordered a #1 with a Dr Pepper. (The Chick-fil-A on Hillcrest has crushed ice but no drive-thru, so there is definitely some give and take, but so is life.) I sent some emails, finished a story, and checked my blog. Then I ate my sandwich and people watched.**
**Sometimes you forget how Christian Chick-fil-A is until you look over and see a guy praying before his meal while the instrumental version of that “If God is on our side, who could be against us” song plays.

12:30 p.m. – 4 p.m. Worked.

4:15 p.m. Arrived home. Took Winston out. Thought about letting him wander but it was too effing cold, so we ran back upstairs.

4:30 p.m. Wrote this blog on a Microsoft Word document like it’s 1987.

5 p.m. Kassidy came home with a migraine and because I’m the best roommate in literally the entire world, I went to Whole Foods to SPEND $30 ON PEPPERMINT OIL, EMER-GEN-C, MIRGRAINE MEDICINE, AND A POPCICLE. I then went back home, fed her the Emer-gen-c, rubbed peppermint oil on her temples, and basically performed an exorcism on her. Someone take care of me.


6:30 p.m. Katie told me I could go over to her place to use her WiFi if I brought her dinner. Ok then. 

I did and I laid eyes on TV for the first time.
“You’ve missed so much, Paige,” Katie shouted. “Jason Kennedy got a tattoo of his fiance’s name on his right hand ring finger because she doesn’t have a real left hand.”
Oh, my gosh????????? Jason Kennedy got a tattoo???????? Did Al Roker shit in the White House again, too???????? I’ve missed so much????????

7:35 p.m. Watched LeAnn Rimes sing Carol of the Bells on some CMA Christmas special and was reminded how much I can't stand her.

I just need more contact with the outside world. Is our president still black? What’s the weather like outside? How am I supposed to know without Facebook telling me? What does my high school friend think about the Ferguson situation? Is Kenny Chesney still pretending to be straight? Is Jodi Arias still in trouble for murdering her boyfriend one time? What funny thing did Jimmy Fallon do with a celebrity last night? What has Taylor Swift worn the past couple of days?

I’m just scared.

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