Now I Just Need a Welcome Mat

I activated my ATM card and changed my mailing address with the Social Security office today. I would like to point out that their automated services are designed for rubber-chewing nimrods of limited mental capacity, which means that it takes half an hour to answer their brief security questionnaire because each question is followed by an example spelled out in excruciating detail.

"Please state and spell your last name. For example, if your last name is Smith, you say, 'Smith. S-M-I-T-H.' Please say and spell your last name now."

Elmo would be insulted.

But it's done. Tomorrow, I've got to pay my final utility bill, send the fee to get Roomie's license reinstated, go to the dentist(I weep bitterly at the likely bill for that bit of unpleasantly necessary capitalism), and go to the grocery store to fill my new larder. According to the phone company, the Internet is on now and the phone will be on after noon on Wednesday. If that's true, I'll be spending my first night in my new abode on Wednesday. Thank God. My mother has been extremely generous, but I need my own space, where I can spend thirty minutes in the loo if I so desire without fending off concerned queries about the state of my bowels.

niamh_sage, do you happen to know how old the laptop you gifted me is, and if it can handle high-speed Internet? I ask because I don't want to bollix it by configuring it for something it cannot do.

Now I Just Need a Welcome Mat

I activated my ATM card and changed my mailing address with the Social Security office today. I would like to point out that their automated services are designed for rubber-chewing nimrods of limited mental capacity, which means that it takes half an hour to answer their brief security questionnaire because each question is followed by an example spelled out in excruciating detail.

"Please state and spell your last name. For example, if your last name is Smith, you say, 'Smith. S-M-I-T-H.' Please say and spell your last name now."

Elmo would be insulted.

But it's done. Tomorrow, I've got to pay my final utility bill, send the fee to get Roomie's license reinstated, go to the dentist(I weep bitterly at the likely bill for that bit of unpleasantly necessary capitalism), and go to the grocery store to fill my new larder. According to the phone company, the Internet is on now and the phone will be on after noon on Wednesday. If that's true, I'll be spending my first night in my new abode on Wednesday. Thank God. My mother has been extremely generous, but I need my own space, where I can spend thirty minutes in the loo if I so desire without fending off concerned queries about the state of my bowels.

niamh_sage, do you happen to know how old the laptop you gifted me is, and if it can handle high-speed Internet? I ask because I don't want to bollix it by configuring it for something it cannot do.