I Hate Mondays

I do not feel like writing. I got home from work today at about 3:00, got on the phone with my health insurance company to clear up a medical bill, and found out that I actually do owe $425.00 instead of just $100.00. Okay fine, I expected that, so I called the hospital's patient assistance line so I can figure out a payment plan; Though $425.00 is one of my smaller medical bills, I still can't afford to pay it in one chunk. I got through right at about 3:20 and was placed immediately on hold. I watched a stupid but kind of cute show on MTV called "The 70's House" and had some cereal and a cigarette. After about 40 minutes on hold I considered hanging up and redialing, but the voice on the phone that comes on during the stupid music kept warning me against that... Aha, my cell phone. I called and got immediately put on hold again. Ugh! I hung up the cell phone, put the other phone on speaker mode so I could set it down and work on other things. I surfed the web, I vacuumed the corners, I framed and hung some art on the walls, I decided I didn't like it so I rehung it, then I decided I liked it better the first way and rehung it again. I had another cigarette and some Dr Pepper. I waited some more. I called again on my cell phone, but this time a message came on stating that their hours are from 7:00 am till 4:00. Those jerks! I was so mad that I had to eat chocolate! Why couldn't they just pick up the phone and say, "Sorry we're closing" and hang up again? I would still be mad, but at least I wouldn't have been chained to my phone for that last hour and a half after they officially closed.