This is how it works

Okay, here's a glimpse into a typical, uh, incident, in my life.

I get home today from watching Predators and I'm watching TV, chilling out, when I hear the sound of a piece of paper being slipped through the crack in my door. I get up and grab it--it's a note from my cable provider. They are auditing the apartment complex, looking for illegal connections. The note says that if I still have a connection then I'm cool--however, if I had an illegal connection, it won't work anymore.

While I'm reading this, my connection goes out. I call the number in the note and the guy who answers is puzzled. He said they had audited my building hours earlier. He comes over (they were still on the property) and checks my connection. Then he checks out back. Then he checks the connection again. Then he says he's going back to his truck to get a meter--about fifteen minutes later he calls. The cable is apparently out for *everyone* over here and he was calling a repair crew.

So, I'm not upset, really, at the cable company--it's bound to go out every now and then. I'm not mad that they were auditing the connections--I'd do the same thing. I'm not mad at anybody, really. But this is how my life works--a bunch of coincidences, random chances, bolts from the blue, that all come together simultaneously into a cohesive ball of painintheassitude, just to be sure that my life is interesting.

Don't mind me. I'm just venting. At least the guys were still around, and it was back on an hour or so later. And there really isn't anything on that I had my heart set on watching. So, I'll get over it.