I hate waiting.

I especially hate waiting on a day when everyone is expecting me to run here and there, and there's supposed to be someone coming to check out the phone line, since the landline doesn't get a dial tone at ALL.

Doesn't help that on my way home this morning, I was treated to the lovely sight of my mailbox having obviously been bashed in with a baseball bat.

At least the Verizon guy I talked to a little while ago told me that his test indicated the problem was in the central office, and not at the house.  That helps.  And, really, replacing a mailbox isn't THAT hard, just a pain in the ass.  And I have to go to Lowe's to get a new mailbox, and price them out, and figure out which one I'd want.

Not the best way to start off the day!