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Ever have one of those Mondays, where it's so much a stereotypical Monday that you swear the world has conspired to play a big joke on you? That's what today was.
A few weeks ago I bought a new memory card from Buy.com for my new camera. The card was advertised with a $15 mail-in rebate. The first thing on my to-do list this morning was to fill out the rebate form and mail it in. As I was double checking the requirements I saw that, like most rebates, I needed to include the original UPC label from the product package. There's just one problem: Buy.com shipped the card to me in a plain anti-static bag inside a padded envelope. There was no factory packaging. I fired off an e-mail to them asking why they would withhold the necessary materials for the rebate, when they were the ones who advertised the rebate in the first place. I have yet to receive a reply.
The second task on my list was to send out the e-mail reminder for tonight's show. I moved my Monday timeslot up from 8pm to 6pm two weeks ago, and so far have been good about remembering the new time. But for some idiotic reason, perhaps because I was still flustered about the rebate issue, I absentmindedly sent off the following message: "Don't forget to tune in tonight at 8pm EST!" It took me about 20 minutes to realize I'd done so.
After that, things were calm for a couple of hours. Then, early this afternoon, it started getting hot in my apartment, so I opened up the sliding glass door in the living room, and set up a fan in the doorway to pull the cool air in. I bent over to turn the fan on, and as I turned the knob, the fan literally blew up! POOF, a bright spark, and it was dead. The scary thing was I had it leaning forward against my leg so I could reach the knob on the back. Scared the bejeesus out of me. It took several minutes of checking and rechecking my leg for burns, to regain my composure. I called Chris and asked him to either bring home our backup fan that he keeps at work, or go out and find us another one. He called back a while later, to tell me the backup fan is also broken, and the only store he could manage to get to while working, Wal-Mart, was completely out. Great.
Ooh, and now the wind is picking up and my lights are making threatening flickering gestures... and did I mention I'm on the air? Well, let's keep our fingers crossed...
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