Today was supposedly another ordinary day. I woke up and searched for something to complain about. Earlier today was so boring that I even lost the will to....I forgot already what. Anyway, I hated it whenever it gets so cold around our area. It's freezing to the point that you have to wear multiple layers of clothing to feel what's left of your body heat. And then there's laundry too. The lower the temperature the higher is your laundry.

And what's up with Netflix???? (It's some kind of an online DVD rental company, ALL movies are in there) It had been three days and still no DVD in the mailbox. I called them, then sweet John The Operator answered.

What I like about these operators is that they are real patient while dealing with the troubled customers calling them. Can't imagine myself assuring someone that the problem will be fixed, a 'too angry for reasons' someone. Well, for my side, sometimes when you had a bad day and the only comfort comes from people's scripted drama which is deprived to you anyway. The person you'll complain to would wish he took the slip to the bathroom earlier as a bad sign and called in sick for work. I asked him to personally attend the matter at hand because I wouldn't burn my ten dollars a month just for their inconvenient delays. I even said that this better be the one time I had to call to them. I threatened to refuse to be charged if I dont get my DVD NOW, as in now(don't know what the heck I ate earlier to be so cranky...definitely the chowder's fault). He replied a polite excuse to see the problem, so politely that'll make you singsong 'ok' back at him. So then he left me listening to this aggravating instrumental music on the line. When he got back, he told me that he put me on top of the delivery recipients so that I wouldn't have to worry for any unnecessary wait. I thanked him and he said a welcome and a pardon for the lag followed by his hope of me having a nice day. He sounded so sincere (I guess so, maybe he's used to it??fantastic. shame on me.) I told him he had been a patient helper and I deeply appreciate the signatured service I received. I reported a lenghty positive feedback at their site too reffering to a man named 'John'. I wrote a bunch of good things that would surely secure good ol' John a pat on the back. It's a way to appease myself so I wouldn't collect regret in my memory. I'm probably his 20th crazy customer and his calming medicine had finally kicked in or maybe he's being professional, but, 'practiced sincerity' or not, I don't care, he deserves a decent thanks.

It was after I hung up the phone that I had this unusual surge of energy to do laundry, and hey, I even pressed clothes today! I guess each day is a lesson, today, at least.

So...I'm now going to watch the DVD here on my lap, thanks to John.

(Imagine if he didn't fix the issue

~beethoven's 9th symphony~

but let's not worry about that. )

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by the way, here's my second attempt to read a piano sheet.. it's a bit lacking in tempo but...here we are. It's Fur Elise by Beethoven.