There are some areas of my own and other people’s lives that I have an almost absurd degree of control over. And then there are other spheres where I can wield no influence whatsoever. Often times the distinction between the two seems arbitrary.
I could get on a plane and go to South America tomorrow. I could decide that childhood vaccines are for suckers and tell my kid that her nigh inevitable chicken pox scars and bouts of whooping cough will build character. But make minor alterations to our cable package? Whoa, whoa, whoa. Let’s not go nuts.
That’s what was going through my head during the following exchange:
Comcast rep: I’m sorry, the account you wish to alter is not in your name so we cannot make any changes until we speak directly with the account holder.
Me: This lunch hour I have signed my entire family up for a health care plan and filed tax documents on my husband’s behalf, but I can’t make decisions involving the household modem?
Comcast rep: ::: sounding very apologetic ::: Um. If you are not the account holder, you cannot make decisions about this account.
Me: I mis-spoke before. This *is* the account holder speaking. It’s 2013. Lots of women have traditionally male names.
Comcast rep: ::: sounding relieved ::: How are you doing today?
Clearly winning at household management due to your unexpected help gaming the system, that’s how I am.