Well, I fixed the transit issue, but may have lost yet more of my dignity in the process.
The nice Customer Service people at GO told me I could change my Weston pass to an Oakville pass for the balance of the month. I just needed to go see a counter person and ask for an “upgrade”, then pay the $70 difference. When I went to the counter and explained, the man said “What, you not living in Weston anymore? Why?” so I replied, “No, uhh, no… there was a… domestic dispute…” and then trailed off and just stood there like a moron, tears dripping off my chin. He processed my paperwork pretty damn fast after our awkward moment of weepy silence, then said “Sorry” and gave me his best basset-hound face as I put my credit card back in my wallet and walked away. Yay, humiliation! In front of a customer service representative!
My lovely new 35-minute commute sure gives me plenty of time to mull. I tried thinking WWVMD, “What would Veronica Mars do?” but quickly realized she would probably have already committed arson and/or tazered her offending partner to death by now, so that line of thought was not helpful. Then I thought about what the hell I’m supposed to do with my “I (heart) Justin” socks –my brain is pretty scattered right now, there are many random segues– and then I thought about Justin’s tube socks and how he likes me to roll them down and scratch the pressure-marks where the elastic was. Then I started looking around for a rubber mallet or a 2×4 or something hard to knock myself unconscious with, to no avail.
When I got into work, one of the Managers told me I looked under the weather and asked how I was feeling. My first instinct was to reply flippantly, “Oh, you know, case of the Mondays”. My second instinct was to give her the real answer; “Tired. Sad. Alone. Empty. Slightly dead inside.” But luckily I went with instinct #3, which was, “I feel single.” She asked, “Was it your call?” and I shook my head, and she muttered “Bastard”, then went to her office and gave me a fistful of bubble wrap to pop.
I no longer wish to wake up and try to act normal, please and thank you.
You should make voodoo sock puppets with them there socks.
I have some lovely voodoo pins for you to stick away, right in the the “I (heart)” of it! A little temporary vengence is alright…especially when heartache has to be followed by sudden financial strain.
I feel for you sistah.
I’m sorry I missed your initial post, but I hope you’re doing OK.
Losing it in front of a customer service rep is not that bad. I’m sure they’ve seen worse.
At least he was nice about helping you, and not a dick!
Thinking of you,
Steph
*hugs*
I’ll second what said in response to your earlier post – you are welcome at our place, anytime. There’s even a door you can close if you want to be alone, and we’re pretty good company if you don’t want to be alone.
Nice touch with the bubble wrap. I’m annoyed with the GO guy for even asking — my assumption anytime somebody has to change their entire living/commuting arrangements in the middle of the month would be that the reasons are not good and they are none of my business. Bleargh. But you know what, dignity’s overrated. Even on a good day, all it takes is putting a foot down in the wrong place, and whoosh — gone.
I usually go with What Would Buffy Do? So let’s see… Buffy would probably peel out on a self-destructive, lost-the-will-to-live bender and sleep with the undead while alienating everyone in her support system. Uh… stick with Veronica.
Gah. I have often lost it in front of a customer service rep. You are in excellent company.
All you do is put one foot in front of the other. That’s all you’re going to be able to handle for the next little while, and that’s okay. BUT, you do need to make sure you get outside. Long walks, I’m telling you. In horrible times, you need all the endorphins you can get. Get out there and move your body – it’ll help free your mind a bit.
The bubble wrap is fabulous. As are sick days. Work it.
Lately I’ve noticed that I am only able to offer advice by suggesting one do the exact opposite of what I’ve done when faced with similar situations of my own. A sort of personal-life litotes, if you will.
So let me go ahead and recommend you not follow my hugely unsuccessful “What Would Glenn Gould Do?” strategy from the winter of 2005.
That said, I am going to agree 100% with Lamagnifique up there.
I send you my love.
See you in a few weeks.
I tried thinking WWVMD, “What would Veronica Mars do?” but quickly realized she would probably have already committed arson and/or tazered her offending partner to death by now, so that line of thought was not helpful.
Hmm, well Veronica did exactly the opposite when Duncan dumped her for no good reason, and basically tried to ignore everyone and prove to everyone she was okay by going to Shelley Pomeroy’s party, which ended up with her getting roofied, contracting the clap from Beaver, and waking up alone because Duncan freaked out at sleeping with his (almost) sister. /end geekiness.
My point? Even she had issues dealing with it at first, so hang in there. Granted you don’t have to get the clap to wind up stronger on the other side, but you’re a very strong, very smart woman. Trust that. I would say just deal with it however you decide you need to, dear. What Would Moira Do, you know? And if you do feel the need to ask WWVMD?, focus on the fact that she got through it too, and so will you because you’re a lot smarter and stronger than any fictional character. ((hugs))
As if he even asked you why you moved. Douchebag. But he probably went home and committed suicide out of stupidity/embarassment/shame, so even stevens.
I’m just reading up on everything right now. I’m so, so sorry to hear your news. I can only imagine how upset you must be. But that fact that you’re clearly still going to work, dressing yourself, and breathing makes me think you’re an amazing woman, and I know you’ll be okay.
You’re a such a beautifully unique person. So clever, funny, warm. I’m thinking of you.
Librarian flying squad on standby.