the daily taryn
a daily writing project about everything and maybe also nothing
january 23rd, 2019
I start every morning with a handwritten to-do list. I write work to-do's in one color, then personal to-do's in another. It's always a huge ass list, but I'd rather get all my thoughts out with a long list than have a little list and all the little to-do's swirling around in my head, begging to be remembered.
I marched through my work to-do's and only had personals left. I had pretty big plans for my night. I was going to come home, go to the gym (#CostaRicaPrep2019), make dinner, work, shower, workout, write this, edit a podcast, read, then go to sleep. It was going to be a very, very epic evening.
I did basically none of that. I did make dinner, work a little, and am now writing this... but that's it. Instead, I've been on the phone with at&t for about 3 hours, trying to fix a weird syncing issue. I'm literally still on the phone, trying to work this issue out, to no avail.
I've restarted my phone 4 times. I've tried to log in with some specific credentials on some weird form about 16 times. I've been put on hold 8 times. And just right now, Joe — my friendly support agent — told me that he hasn't seen an error like this, and that "new error codes like this generally take at least 48 hours to resolve."
Joe. I love you, and also I want to rip my (and your) hair out. I won't, but I could. 3 hours later, I thank Joe and pretend to have joy left in me. I pretend to remember my life before this fiasco. Before the live chats turned phone calls turned "restart your phone and I'll back in 3 minutes" that took place about 1029310 times.
I'm bummed my night didn't turn out how I wanted to. I had big plans in mind, but it seems my big plans didn't have me in mind.
Cheers to all the nights that didn't go as planned. I'll choose to believe that I needed to sit on this phone call with Joe for 3 hours tonight. I may never know why, but I am really enjoying believing that some magical thing happened because of it. Maybe he smiled more than he would've, because we joked along the way. Maybe his "I'm crossing my fingers for you!" reminded me that strangers can actually care about you. Or maybe it was just a weird 3 hours that I'll never get back. But, let's choose to believe the best, shall we?
To weird nights that took a left turn, thanks. I'm sure I'll thank you someday.
Talk tomorrow,
Your friend,
Taryn
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