Comcast is not doing anything for me to like them more

Dear Comcast,

     When you told me over and over that my email address was linked to my account and made me feel like I was out of my head, you were wrong. Please don't tell me that I created a brand new email address where I misspelled my name. Also why don't I know my password? Or that this email address even exists? Also, thank you for making me contact the people who's account you left my current email address tied to (thankfully I know and get along really well with them) and have to explain the whole situation and make them go through the hassle too. But when they tell you that they just want to transfer the email addresses why do you offer to delete them instead? This makes me think you just like to mess with your customers. Like somehow it really makes you happy to screw your customers over. Also when you make me call you back up to verify that I want these email addresses on my account which I've already told you I do, don't tell me I can't because I'm not an authorized user on the other persons account. I don't want access to their account, I just want my email addresses which they've already released to me.

Sincerely,
Me

P.S. They had better show up on my account by Thursday at the latest.

P.P.S. I am going to feel a lot of resentment towards you again when I have to stand in line to correct my name because you misspelled it all over my account. And now I have to prove to you that you don't know how to spell my name and I do. Really? You think I would misspell my name and call it good? Seriously.

*Update*
They're there!! Yay! So excited it didn't take til Thursday.

MLK Day

I meant to write this earlier but oh well. It's a few days late but I think still close enough that it's relevant.

What MLK Jr. did for our country and its racial politics is still profound to this day. He should always have a day of remembrance so we will talk about it each year and hopefully never forget. We all need to remember to treat people equally no matter race, color, creed, etc.

With that said I do have one bone to pick. I was listening to NPR that morning and they talked about a really great program where blacks and Jews go through a course together of literally following in the steps of Martin Luther King Jr. and the last day of the course they end up where he was fatally shot. I don't have an issue with any of this and I can't find a link to the news story. What really bothers me is that I felt like the language that they used in the piece was that since Jews have also been an oppressed people that they share a common understanding with the oppression that blacks have gone through.

While I obviously don't claim to be either black or Jewish I don't like the singling out. I know I will never experience a day through the eyes of someone that is black or Jewish but how does that make me less? How does it come to mean that I can't understand oppression? I have always worked so hard in my life to treat everyone equally and give everyone a fair shake. I do this (I'm sure I don't always succeed) because it's exactly what I want.

I almost kind of feel that this story goes against what MLK Jr. was fighting for. He wanted equality for everyone and for everyone to have a shared common understanding. I just think when you  gear the message toward specific sects of people you lose the integrity of that. It's also how I hate when people automatically jump to an -ism (racism, sexism, ageism, etc.) card. I personally feel like MLK Jr. wanted us to to do the best to understand where people are/were coming from instead of jumping to the defense mechanism of our worst thoughts.

I guess another recent example was when Green Bay Packer Aaron Rodgers supposedly snubbed Jan Cavanaugh when he was at the airport on the way to his plane. Instead of understanding the circumstances it was automatically leapt to that he was such an a**hole to a cancer patient. No matter that he had already a few days before spent quite a bit of time talking to her and signing her memorabilia.

I believe that you get back what you put out and this is also why I believe in reincarnation. My main feeling (and I try every day) is that we should all find out someone's motivations before we assume the worst. People, over all have the best intentions because they want the best to come back to them too.

I had a post but it's going to have to wait.

Because I am rather frustrated and angry.

All of this is due to Car Dealerships (and I'm only capitalizing because I'm mad) under inflating tires. This time specifically Toyota. That's right I said it. Not only do they only vaguely tell me where my car is so I try to get in the wrong car with someone already in it, but they cause this whole ensuing scenario.

So it's cold here, like as in really cold for the NW and it's only 20 degrees this morning. And I got up and left for work earlier than normal because there's ice on the road and I think that's enough to worry about. But no, as I'm driving into work a little (!) symbol came up on my dash. Well that's rather disconcerting but I'M TOO WORRIED ABOUT THE POSSIBLE ICE and my car is still driving. My car is in motion and I'm not stopping to figure out what that symbol means because time will pass and more drivers will get on the road. And what I am really worried about is stupid drivers + ice = another wrecked car for me that I don't want this year. So I finally make it to work and pull out my car manual and the little (!) means that TOYOTA UNDER INFLATED MY TIRES.

Okay so I go in and start to work and this issue continues to gnaw at me because I have OCD. My mother always told me that I always wanted instant gratification but really she just never recognized that I have OCD. Any problem is going to be the biggest problem in the world until it is fixed properly because I can't handle it otherwise.

So I decide to go out and fix it myself. At this point I'm still just glad that it's nothing I have to take my car in for. So I go to the store and get a psi reader and (smartly, for once in my life) I try to read the pressure in my tires while I'm still at the store. BUT I CAN'T GET THE AIR PRESSURE CAP OFF A SINGLE TIRE. So I go back in the store and buy a vice grip because why wouldn't a vice grip get the caps off the tires? WELL IT DOESN'T. This is the point where I really start to get mad. Because Toyota didn't inflate my tires properly and now THEY ARE THWARTING MY ATTEMPTS TO FIX IT MYSELF. (I really tried to write that sentence without the caps. Please know that when I use caps it's just me raising my voice in my head. If you knew me you would know I am not normally loud. Oh, wait, you do all know me... Crap, you already have formed opinions...)

I however, become extremely lucky at this point because the store I'm at has a Les Schwab (I had to look that up as I had no idea what it was called other than it was a tire shop) right next to it and they just opened. I am about to start crying because I can't fix this issue and when I get really angry I cry. (Yes, I hate that I do that. I am all angry but I look like I am something soft a mushy and I really just want to feel powerful and hard and I'm starting to feel a little stabby. That's the best description I have of how I feel anger.) So I go over to the Les Schwab and ask for help (something I hate to do) and this lovely, lovely man FIXES MY TIRE PRESSURE FOR ME. I love him.

And now I can go on with my day. Thanks for listening to my rant.