Tiny Town Time To in BookThree: Flight Log 2016

Something menacing that starts with a T.

HAVE to do a quick entry or I will explode with rage. Fuck the data costs and difficulty of trying to type this on a phone.

Tried to get internet set up. THEY ONLY COME TO THIS TOWN ON TUESDAYS!
WHAT? Wait… WHAT?! You’re telling me that this town, the CENTER of the County… the largest city in the county… IS STILL SO SMALL THAT Mediacom only has ONE dude that only comes ONE day a week?! WHERE THE FUCK DID I MOVE TO?!
Earliest One Dude can come? The 19th. Okay… sucks to wait 2 weeks but… oh, nope! Because I have to be out of town and the cable company requires an adult be home when their service tech stops by. So… the 26th? Gee… that is 4 days away from being the beginning of May. Since our place is supposed to be ready around the beginning of May; why the fuck bother?! Seriously… why would I bother to get cable, take 4 hours off from work waiting for a tech to show up… just to move a few days later and have to go through all of that ALL OVER AGAIN!

Admittedly… in about 9 months, I may be praising this place up and down as a wonderful small town with lots of hidden charm. I admit that may happen. But right now? Today? This place is my hell. This. Is my hell. This is the Hell I would create for myself if I were Satan. Extremely cold with winds at 45 mph… so my body is wracked with pain. The job I’ve always wanted in the worst situation imaginable for it… so there’s the Ironic Torture. Nothing around for miles, not even family or creature comforts… there’s the isolation. If this job nets me a lot of money… there’s even more Ironic Torture. Because… other than vacation and leaving here… what good is money when there is nothing out here to spend it on? So yeah… while I can conceive of this place becoming extremely different… for now? I’m living in Hell.