ALANIS MORISSETTE Tribute

Sunday night. 10:35 p.m.

I realize I am out of checks so I call the 1-800 number of the bank to order checks on their automated machine. Long behold they route my call and a LIVE person picks up. She has an indian accept, of course. She is very personable and you can tell she tries to speak English to the best of her ability. She takes care of my request and i have my checks in the mail...as I hang up, I laugh and thank outsourcing. In fact, due to out-sourcing I was able to talk to a LIVE person, whereas if I had made a call during "nomal business hours", I would have been put on hold and or never gotten past the automated voice. The one that says..." I am sorry I could not understand what you meant...try again." The one that I sometimes scream at, being 100% aware that it's just a computer.

As I hang up and get a task done on a late Sunday evening, I smile and say to myself : Thank You Inida... and of course, the song pops up in mind...so this is for Alanis:

how bout getting off these antibiotics
how bout stopping eating when I'm full up
how bout them transparent dangling carrots
how bout that ever elusive kudo

thank you india
thank you terror
thank you disillusionment
thank you frailty
thank you consequence
thank you thank you silence

how bout me not blaming you for everything
how bout me enjoying the moment for once
how bout how good it feels to finally forgive you
how bout grieving it all one at a time

thank you india
thank you terror
thank you disillusionment
thank you frailty
thank you consequence
thank you thank you silence

the moment I let go of it was the moment
I got more than I could handle
the moment I jumped off of it
was the moment I touched down

how bout no longer being masochistic
how bout remembering your divinity
how bout unabashedly bawling your eyes out
how bout not equating death with stopping

thank you india
thank you providence
thank you disillusionment
thank you nothingness
thank you clarity
thank you thank you silence