Thursday, September 27, 2007

Celebrating the Little Things

Today I almost shouted for joy when I checked my mail and found my cell phone bill!

Now please don't get me wrong. I'm not easily excited about receiving bills or particularly thrilled that I have a cell phone to pay for. I'm excited that it was actually delivered to the right location!

It started more than two years ago (Spring 2005), when I first got my cell phone. I told the guy who was setting up my account that I wanted my bill to go to my post office box, not my street address. At that point in the set-up he said ok, but he still needed my street address. When we got done, I asked about getting my bill sent to my po box. Oops, he'd forgotten to do that. No problem, I could change the address online.

Well, I never got around to changing it online, so in the winter of 2006 when I'm moving, I put a forwarding address on my street address to send everything to my post office box. A couple months after the wedding, I realize that my cell phone bill is getting forwarded and that I should get that changed. No problem! I remember what the guy said--I go online and change my address.

A couple of months later, I realize that my cell phone bill is STILL being forwarded to my post office box. I call the customer service number. A guy tells me, "yes, sometimes changing it on the website doesn't work. I'll change it for you." No problem.

The next bill is still forwarded, but I figure maybe it had to do with the timing of the call and when the bills were printed.

Beginning of July. My forwarding address has now run out. JM and I take the time to go in and get his phone moved over to my plan. Of course, in the process, they ask about addresses. We give them our updated street address. I think I even asked again that the bill be sent to the post office box.

A month or so later, JM asks me about the cell phone bill and I realize that I haven't received it yet. I check the online bill for what we owe. And I double-check that the address on the website is still our post office box.

A few weeks later, one of the guys currently living at my former address drops by with my cell phone bill. [All three of the guys that live at my former address are PHC grads and now employed by PHC or HSLDA.] I once again call the customer service number. This time its a gal that answers. I explain that I tried to change my address online AND I've called to change my address and it is STILL not being changed. She replies, "yes sometimes changing it on the website doesn't work. I can see here where it's still going to your old street address. I'll change it for you." Not exactly the acknowledgement of not doing it right previously that I was hoping for, but cross my fingers and see what happnes.

And today, I got a cell phone bill!!

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Your blog connects with my book, Seasons of the Soul which celebrates the simple things in life normally taken for granted. The book, I wrote, includes faith stories and a spattering of personal accounts of my two different autistic sons. If you do not mind, I will include a synopsis of it and its review. Praise God for me finding your words, which meant so much to me.

Have a blessed day,

Janet Syas Nitsick,
author of Seasons of the Soul (stories seasoned with spirit) which includes faith stories and a spattering of personal accounts of the author's two different autistic sons. Book won Best of Year from www.Christianstoryteller.com.
www.JanetSyasNitsick

"Andrew, my 19-year-old autistic son, sat next to me as the family waited to take off from Omaha's Eppley Airfield ... within minutes Andrew darted off the plane," begins one personal account in Seasons of the Soul, an award-winning book, written by Janet Syas Nitsick of Springfield, Neb.

Seasons of the Soul - stories seasoned with spirit - warms your heart as the reader steps through each season of uplifting stories. This award-winning book, similar to Chicken Soup for the Soul books, includes faith stories and a spattering of personal accounts of the author's two different autistic sons. Midwest Book Reviewer Laurel Johnson said: "This beautiful little book is suitable for all readers and is the ideal gift for family and friends. It’s also a joyful testimony for Christians and those who may be questioning their faith. Highly recommended to parents of autistic children.”

The family and book were featured on local television and the book won Best of Year from www.Christianstoryteller.com. Author's interview aired last month on WVNE 760 am with major markets in Springfield and Worcester, Mass. Seasons of the Soul - with ISBN number: 1-5988639-2-4 or on audio: 9 781598 869507- is available through Ingraham Spring Arbor, at bookstores everywhere or order online: www.JanetSyasNitsick.com.

October 2006 Midwest Book Review

Seasons of the Soul
by Janet Syas Nitsick
ISBN 1-5988639-2-4
88 pages at 9.95 paperback
Tate Publishing
127 East Trade Center Terrace
Mustang OK 73064-4421

Janet Syas Nitsick is a woman of abiding faith in God's love, a wife,
mother,
grandmother, journalist, and daughter of Nebraska Senator George Syas.
Her Christian
path has not been free of stumbling stones, but still she writes of
life with hope and
joy.

Two of Janet and Paul Nitsick's children, Brad and Andrew, are
autistic. Both were
beautiful, normal children until the disturbing symptoms of autism
appeared. Both
grew up to be handsome young men. Brad, the oldest, does not speak or
read. Through
touching vignettes, photographs, poetry, and scriptures, Ms. Syas
shares with readers
the seasons of her life. Her true stories demonstrate the small and
large miracles
loving and devoted parents can experience through patience and
perseverance, with
daily doses of God's grace. She also shares the blessed legacies of
departed loved
ones, memories that enhance her strength in trying times.

Scattered throughout the book are fictional stories for children.
These are equally
delightful reading for adults. For example, "Squirrel Chatter" and
"Little Fluffy"
are small gems of love, gifts from the author's heart.

Through passing time and seasons, Ms. Nitsick takes readers on an
inspirational
retrospective of her life. Years of trial and sadness fade as she
contemplates life's
joys. This beautiful little book is suitable for all readers and would
be the ideal
gift for family or friends. It's also a joyful testimony for
Christians and those who
may be questioning their faith. Highly recommended to the parents of
autistic
children.

review by Laurel Johnson for Midwest Book Review