AZ JazzyJ
<font color=teal>The Talented One<br><font color=p
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- Dec 6, 2000
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It's now been nearly 3 months since my shoulder surgery and nearly 3 weeks since I have been out of my brace and able to have 2 arms instead of one. I didn't want the surgery, I didn't ask for it, and I really don't like the thoughts of 5 months of physical therapy and not being able to pick up a baseball for another 2 months. Therapy stinks. Most of the exercises I'm stuck doing barely able to move my arm or find a pain free zone. The thoughts of lifting a camera to my eye and holding it steady brings a shudder down my spine. The doctor said this was going to happen. I'd get frustrated and depressed and ticked off and want to tear my arm off and beat the therapist to a pulp. I'm just tired of not being able to do things. Trina could sense this was going to be a problem and in her infinite wisdom she did something wonderful and cruel all at the same moment.
"Jeff, you have been working very hard trying to get back into shape and doing your exercises. I especially like the one where you have to dust the tables in the house. By the way you missed a spot in the dining room."
"grrrrrr"
"So to celebrate your loss of 17 pounds when you were forced to eat right handed and to give you something to work towards I ordered a Nikon D200 for you!"
"Wait, what did you say?"
"I said you look good 17 pounds lighter."
"No the other part. You ordered me a new camera? Where is it?"
"Oh it is on back order. They said it should be available some time this spring or summer or something."
"Where did you get it? Can I call them?"
At this point she handed me a phone number which I called. And called. And called. And called. Until the camera shop threatened to turn me over to the Federal Communications Commission as a telemarketer if I didn't stop harassing them. Finally, this morning I received an email (I think the vendor got caller ID because they quit answering the phone when I called). My camera has shipped! And just so I would quit bugging them, they gave me a tracking number so I could call Federal Express and see when it would arrive.
Now I sit staring out the window like a puppy waiting for the kids to come home from school. Each time I hear a car drive down the street I rush to the door to see if anyone stops in front of our house. I am driving my family insane and Trina has begun to reconsider whether this was a good idea in the first place. And she wonders how much longer Federal Express customer service will survive with me calling to tell them I really did need my package to arrive absolutely positively overnight and where was it. So I guess I will wait and continue to refresh the tracking screen on fedex.com and curse that those vehicles do not have web access and that I don't have the driver's Instant Messaging account to see how much farther he has to go before he gets to my house.
Jeff
"Jeff, you have been working very hard trying to get back into shape and doing your exercises. I especially like the one where you have to dust the tables in the house. By the way you missed a spot in the dining room."
"grrrrrr"
"So to celebrate your loss of 17 pounds when you were forced to eat right handed and to give you something to work towards I ordered a Nikon D200 for you!"
"Wait, what did you say?"
"I said you look good 17 pounds lighter."
"No the other part. You ordered me a new camera? Where is it?"
"Oh it is on back order. They said it should be available some time this spring or summer or something."
"Where did you get it? Can I call them?"
At this point she handed me a phone number which I called. And called. And called. And called. Until the camera shop threatened to turn me over to the Federal Communications Commission as a telemarketer if I didn't stop harassing them. Finally, this morning I received an email (I think the vendor got caller ID because they quit answering the phone when I called). My camera has shipped! And just so I would quit bugging them, they gave me a tracking number so I could call Federal Express and see when it would arrive.
Now I sit staring out the window like a puppy waiting for the kids to come home from school. Each time I hear a car drive down the street I rush to the door to see if anyone stops in front of our house. I am driving my family insane and Trina has begun to reconsider whether this was a good idea in the first place. And she wonders how much longer Federal Express customer service will survive with me calling to tell them I really did need my package to arrive absolutely positively overnight and where was it. So I guess I will wait and continue to refresh the tracking screen on fedex.com and curse that those vehicles do not have web access and that I don't have the driver's Instant Messaging account to see how much farther he has to go before he gets to my house.
Jeff
Fireworks first! (sorry, Kelly, I am not in the market for a camcorder... yet 
So, Mickey88, how's the new camera? 
