By Amy Everhart on September 27th, 2009 at 10:34 pm.

An only-slightly-exaggerated story from this morning:

Brownies tightly wrapped in foil on kitchen counter. Anyway, must fix this computer problem. I wonder who might help? Notice cute little logo winking at me from below computer screen: “DELL,” with the “E” leaning to the left in cheeky manner.

Ah, yes, the nice folks at Dell. So helpful when I was buying my computer — suggested all kinds of nifty accessories and gadgets to make my computing experience more modern.

Click into Internet world, type “dell.com.” Click “All Support Options,” then “Technical Support.” Easy enough. Will have this problem fixed in no time and can move on to prepare turkey on whole wheat for lunch. Just need the phone number for those brainy tech-support people.

“Not so fast. Please enter your service-tag number.”

Say what?

“Or else we won’t give you the phone number.”

Lift foil, pinch tiny corner of brownie from pan.

Now where would I find such a thing as a service-tag number? “Look on the bottom of your computer, dummy.”

Lift computer and peer underneath. Locate blur of tiny numbers in font-size point 4. Write numbers with right hand while balancing laptop over head with left. Type 27-digit number rife with Xs, Qs, and Zs and other hard-to-reach letters.

“Sorry. Looks like you ordered your computer in the U.S. This is Dell Canada. We can’t help you from all the way up here.”

Cut official brownie square. Eat in one gulp.

Type “dell.com” (with extra force). Search Home page for 20 minutes for “Contacts.” Eyes keep tripping over mocking slogan: “See how these entrepreneurs use technology to solve business problems!”

Finally find “contacts” in font-size point 4 tucked between copyright notice and “Site Map” link. Click “Contact Dell Support.” Click “Call Technical Support.”

“Sorry. Need your service-tag number again, sucker.”

Pour glass of milk, cut larger brownie square.

Type “dell.com.” Notice Dell sales number at top of screen. Dial 1-800-WWW-DELL.

Pleasant recorded voice reflecting mood on the other side of happy from mine: “So we can better serve you, please say or enter your Dell service-tag number.”

Spit number into phone.

“So we can better serve you, please describe how we can help you today.”

Shout “Need help restoring data!” into phone.

“Did you say find Dell shops in Florida?”

“RESTORE DATA, YOU IDIOT! RESTORE DATA!”

“Did you say you want to buy new music software? Because we have a great product that would make your computing experience more modern.”

“HUMAN BEING!!! HUMAN BEING!!!”

“We are now connecting you to a customer-service representative. Cool it, lady.  Eat a brownie or something.”

Hold music: Pleasant-Recorded-Voice-Lady’s teenage cousin singing “Lollipop! Lollipop! Oh, lolli-lollipop!”

Pleasant-Recorded-Voice-Lady returns: “Don’t freak, but approximately 182 people are ahead of you, and they’re all threatening violent crimes if we don’t service them first. You might check out our helpful online support services. You won’t have to wait on the phone for three hours to talk to someone who won’t be able to help you, anyway, because he’ll be reading from a flow chart from which he refuses to veer.”

Grab fork, place brownie pan on lap, dig into middle of brownies, shovel forkfuls into mouth with abandon.

Type “dell.com,” spraining index finger in process.  Click way furiously into Support Center again.  Click “Search Dell’s extensive Knowledgebase & Forums for answers.”

“You’re right, we don’t have a search mechanism, exactly, but you can read through the 30,625 topic threads to see if any pertain to you. But only if you type your service-tag number first.”

Place empty brownie pan in sink.

By Amy Everhart on September 24th, 2009 at 9:20 am.

“Knock Three Times” by Tony Orlando & Dawn while jumping rope during Day 14 of Shape magazine’s boot camp.

By Amy Everhart on September 3rd, 2009 at 11:51 am.

Unmade Bed
Hellooooooooooo out therrrrrrrrrrrrrrrre (echo…echo…echo…), and welcome to my blog!  (Dead silence.)

Anyone out there?

Not a soul?  So that means I can write whatever I want in this, my very first blog entry?  Because no one’s reading it?  Kind of like a tree falling in a forest and all that?

You know what this means, don’t you?

I can curse with abandon.  (Judas priest!  Cheese and crackers!  Bass hole!  #%&*#@!  Shoot!  Freakin’ A!  Holy chigger bites, batman!  Oh, my heck!  What the Sam Hill’s going on here?) 

And reveal my deepest, darkest secrets.  (Did you know that the summer I was ten I lied to the town librarian about how many books I’d read in the summer reading program so I could win the contest?  I only tied for first, though, because my best friend “recounted” in her head after she heard my number and magically arrived at the same number as me.  You know who you are, Jessica.)

And streak from my room to the laundry room to find clean undies in the dryer.  (Streeaaaaaaaaaaaaak.)

And choose my big bloomer Hanes Her Ways because they’re more comfy than the sexy silky ones.

And reveal that I don’t really have any sexy silky ones to choose from.

And post this picture of my bed, which is unmade right now, much like the rest of my house, which I wouldn’t let you into if you dropped by unannounced.  Instead I’d just be very still and pretend I’m not home (even though my car is in the driveway).

And let my cats not only jump on the kitchen counter but sleep there all day.

And misspell stuff.  Its okay, your not reading this, anyway.

And turn on my “Beauty and the Beast” soundtrack and waltz around my living room with a broom.

And…

Say what, Mr. Web Designer?  You’re saying people can read this later?  Like a tree falling in a forest where no one’s around but they’re just outside the forest in the city and will hear the reverberations?

Anyway, folks, just testing to see if you’re awake.  It appears you are, so, um, forget everything you just read?  And welcome to my, er, blog.