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On the way home from work tonight, I had to sit in the middle seat as both tables on either side of the back row were occupied; the one on my left by two teenage girls, one of whom had her shoes off and her feet up on the table and who wouldn't shut up the whole way down to their stop, and the table on my right by a male/female couple apparently in their early 20s. From the moment I sat down until the bus pulled into Finch, the guy kept up a running monologue on his cell phone. For the first 20 minutes, it seemed, he was leaving a message for a friend - with every fifth word or so being "JIMMMMMMYYYYYYY!!!!" in a really goofy voice. Just after he finished leaving that message, "JIMMMMMMMYYYYYY!!!!" called back. The guy said, "I just left you a voicemail - check it, it's important." :rolleyes: While they were talking, he got another call and said he had to take it, then switched over and greeted the new caller with "JIMMMMMMYYYYYYY!!!!!" in the same goofy voice.
Well, it turned out that it was the cable company calling to tell him that he hadn't paid his bill. So he had to spend the entire call using the same goofy voice. The poor person on the other end probably thought the guy had Tourette's or something.
So what does that have to do with the meme? Simple: today, I'm happy that I'm not him.
And, of course, that Eric and I spent more time together tonight. Unfortunately, his cable system went down for maintenance around midnight, so he was knocked offline. But we still had time for "Escape Velocity".
In other news, when I got home tonight I was taking off my coat when I noticed that my smoke detector was sitting on top of one of the bags of books that I'll be taking up to the used bookstore after Christmas. I thought, "WTF?" and looked up - and there was a new one up there. A month or so ago, someone was inspecting each apartment's smoke detectors, and I commented that mine was too sensitive - my cooking was setting it off. (And despite my not being a great cook, I don't burn my food that badly.) He asked if I wanted a new one, and I said yes. So appparently they came in and installed it today. However, this was a complete surprise - as far as I know, my asking for a new smoke detector doesn't override the Ontario Landlord and Tenant's Act provision that a superintendent or landlord has to provide 24 hours' written notice of the intention to enter someone's unit. So I'll be calling the management company tomorrow to complain.
And finally, I was supposed to hear back by today about the results of my CT scan - nothing. I'll call the clinic tomorrow, too. Maybe they haven't called because the test results didn't turn anything up. *fingers crossed*
Well, it turned out that it was the cable company calling to tell him that he hadn't paid his bill. So he had to spend the entire call using the same goofy voice. The poor person on the other end probably thought the guy had Tourette's or something.
So what does that have to do with the meme? Simple: today, I'm happy that I'm not him.
And, of course, that Eric and I spent more time together tonight. Unfortunately, his cable system went down for maintenance around midnight, so he was knocked offline. But we still had time for "Escape Velocity".
In other news, when I got home tonight I was taking off my coat when I noticed that my smoke detector was sitting on top of one of the bags of books that I'll be taking up to the used bookstore after Christmas. I thought, "WTF?" and looked up - and there was a new one up there. A month or so ago, someone was inspecting each apartment's smoke detectors, and I commented that mine was too sensitive - my cooking was setting it off. (And despite my not being a great cook, I don't burn my food that badly.) He asked if I wanted a new one, and I said yes. So appparently they came in and installed it today. However, this was a complete surprise - as far as I know, my asking for a new smoke detector doesn't override the Ontario Landlord and Tenant's Act provision that a superintendent or landlord has to provide 24 hours' written notice of the intention to enter someone's unit. So I'll be calling the management company tomorrow to complain.
And finally, I was supposed to hear back by today about the results of my CT scan - nothing. I'll call the clinic tomorrow, too. Maybe they haven't called because the test results didn't turn anything up. *fingers crossed*
