I had a not great day Sunday. Little under the weather was Anon. You might remember how I extolled on the aspect of technology that gave us caller ID. I love caller ID. On Sunday, caller ID was a godsend.

First of all, it’s the season of political calls. I’m not against answering real poll questions, but I hate ‘push’ polls. Those are fake polls that don’t want a real measure of public opinion the people behind these “polls” just want to “push” you to vote for their candidate, against the opponent, or to not vote at all. These so-called polls are anathema to a representative form of governing.

Fortunately, because I have a degree in Political Science, I can tell the difference and I’m not shy about pointing that fact out to the boiler room denizens who have the misfortune of being at the other end of the line from me. I usually ream them a new one.

The other thing I can’t stand are legitimate polls that haven’t trained their people properly. There is a way to run a poll professionally and it makes me nuts to hear it get screwed up.

The other thing that annoys me are the credit card and credit card upgrade offers. You say, “No,” and they continue. You say, “No!” and they just won’t give up. As you hang up on them, they’re giving you the 800 call back number that you’re never going to write down. I do feel bad for these folks. They’re only trying to make a living and I’m sure that they’re strictly on commission, but I don’t want their package of extra crap if I have an accident and can’t pay my bill. I don’t carry a balance that I can’t pay off immediately if I’m disabled, dismembered, whatever.

But, now that I have caller ID, I don’t have to answer any of these calls anymore unless I’m in the mood, and I’m never in the mood. So, if it says, “unknown caller,” I just smile and let it ring. Once or twice a day I check to see if there’re messages. There usually aren’t any.

So, yesterday, when the passive/aggressive child was trying to reach out and do a number on me and I didn’t feel like talking; I let it ring. How did I know it was her? Remember, I put the theme from Psycho as her personal ring on my mobile? Well, after the “unknown caller” ID came up and I ignored my land line; my mobile started screaming out that Psycho music. I let it ring.

Of course, I had to face that music on Monday. I called the child and headed her off at the pass by saying that I had been ill. This did not deter her. “I thought you were ‘dissing’ me. You didn’t call all weekend.” “Nope, busy on Saturday and just under the weather Sunday.” “Well, you managed to post to your blog.” Silence. Frankly, I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “I wrote it on Saturday to post on Sunday.” “Oh.”

Just, ‘oh.’ No, ‘hope you’re feeling better.’ No, ‘sorry you were under the weather.’ No nothin’ Nada. I shouldn’t have even bothered to explain the concept of posting later. In case you’re wondering; she doesn’t know about this blog.

What happened to that darling child in the picture? When did she turn into a hefty-bagging passive aggressive ogre? Frankly, I think it was programmed in. I love her to bits; just don’t make me deal with her when I’m under the weather.

Okay, I vented. I’m done, for now.