Minardi for your time

1999 is when I started.

Today was the day I had to end it all.

Moments ago, I made a phone call that lasted less than 9 minutes total. Believe me, I thought it would have lasted 10 times longer than that — figured that the person on the other end of the phone would beg me to stay and offer anything to do so.

But the call was truly less than 9 minutes. I guess it helped mute the pain of doing something that I’ve been dreading for the past month. Surprisingly, I’ve been treated well over those 17 years when I know others never felt the same.

*sigh*

But it was time.

I’ve canceled my DirecTv service this evening.

Told them that I was moving soon (I am, but not as soon as I like to). They said the service was available everywhere now, but I told them that I didn’t have a choice (I do, of course). They asked if I was moving into an assistant living home and I said not yet (not close to being old enough and can still take care of myself). I just said the building I was going to wouldn’t allow it (although a federal, legal “grey area” would allow it in your favor, it’s such a pain in the ass that it’s not worth it), so they understood and processed my cancelation.

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All under 9 minutes.

...Plus I fucking hate AT&T so as long as they own DirecTv, I’m never going back!