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shadowkatSo, I bought myself some binoculars for my birthday.
Amazon: You're binoculars were delivered in the mail room.
I go to the pharmacy to pick up stuff like dish washing liquid, toilet paper, chocolate, potato chips, water bottle, toothbrush, allergy meds...and decide to grab the binocular package on the way back. So, lugging my purchases from the pharmacy, I go hunt for the package. It's not there.
Maybe I misread the Amazon message?
I go back up and pull up my email. The message states - "your package was delivered in the mail room - how was your delivery experience?"
Back down I go, this round with reading glasses. And it's not there. Out comes the super's wife - I ask her. She goes into a rant about how Amazon has been leaving packages in front of the doors or outside. And she has to bring them inside. I interrupt her rant - to inform her that I'm panicking at the moment - I bought myself a birthday gift, and really want it. Unable to help she disappears down the elevator. And I go upstairs to chat with Amazon. They have an electronic chat box assistant now.
Amazon: How can I help? It appears that you received your package today?(Was your package damaged, was it the wrong package, did you not receive it...)
Me: Didn't receive a package.
Amazon: Oh that's awful, let me check. Apparently the system updated the delivery too soon. You're package is supposed to come on Monday March 8th. Please be patient and see if you get it by 10pm on Monday.
Me: What if it doesn't arrive?
Amazon: We can't know that until Monday, wait until then, if it doesn't come - we'll deal with it on Monday. Check back then.
Me: Okay. Will do.
Amazon: Did we solve your problem?
[They kind of did and kind of didn't, but the only reply options are yes, no, don't want to answer - so I answer yes, and sign off.]
It's unsettling, but I always get the packages. I rarely don't get them. So,
I'll be patient. I can't help but think that the universe is trying to tell me something?
***
Work was slow today, but I had phone calls to distract me. One from Mel, whose baby is due in April. She's having induced labor - because of her age, 44. I told her that I've know a lot of 40 year olds who have had babies. She said it was more common than she realized, but people have been so judgemental. And she's been stressed - since well, COVID. And she was terrified of getting COVID. Also she apparently can't get the vaccine because they don't know what it will do to the fetus.
Also talked to my Safety PM, the one I work with on the on-call environmental contract. Safety PM is wary of the vaccine and holding off. A lot of people are - hence the reason my workplace is paying a lot of us to take the vaccine. And has stickers that state "Team Vaccine!" It's trying to get people to take it. PM thinks she can wait - and doesn't really need it.
I told her that I got it - because I want to be able to see my parents again in Hilton Head and my family.
***
Mother said that her occupational therapist thinks she should be able to take the celebrex. She needs an anti-inflammatory - because she has inflammation in her arms and legs which is causing her pain.
Mother: I had a pleasant conversation with your Father today.
ME: Oh?
Mother: He wants to come home. But I told him that I was still in a lot of pain - my leg hurt a lot, and I'd been told that I couldn't bring him home until I was fully mobile and could walk without pain. Your father backed off and said that I needed to feel better and take care of myself.
ME (with tears coursing down my cheeks): Oh, Dad's such a sweetheart.
Mother: Yes he is. I miss him so much. I still need to buy you flowers for your birthday.
Me: That's okay, you don't have to - you've been hurt.
Mother: No, I talked to your father about it and he agrees.
ME: I miss him.
Mother: So do I.
She's doing okay, I guess. I blamed the tears on my period, peri-menopause, and well the missing binoculars.
***
I'm tired of the human rights movement. Actually let me amend that - the human rights movement on social media. I find it exhausting. Honestly, if we could just direct these folks energies in a different direction - towards spearheading legislative reform? Changing the system? Something?
I chose Alzheimers Research as my fund-raiser this year. Because of my Dad. Actually the first time I've done a birthday fundraiser. And it's not really the human rights movement that is exhausting me - it's all these amateurish celebrity activists trying to fight for human rights through social media.
"Oh, I'm a semi-famous television actor/actress, writer, social media influencer, novelist, artist, or movie actor/actress - and I've decided to courageously post my allegations against such and such organization, writer, director, corporation, governor, representative, etc on Twitter!"
Sigh.
Then they whine when people aren't nice to them, judge them, pester them, and interrogate them.
ME: You posted it on Twitter! Have you not read Twitter?
I mean Twitter was bad before the pandemic. It's only gotten mildly better post Trump, but it is still Twitter - and people can be assholes on Twitter (particularly if they don't go by their real names).
Also posting on Twitter is akin to taking out a huge billboard ad in the middle of Times Square. Which, trust me, folks, you do not want to do.
Honestly, people if you want an understanding and empathetic audience for your trauma - you aren't going to find it on a corporate owned social media platform frequented by a ravenous media, hungry for gossip. Group therapy, maybe. Dreamwidth or a more private, less public platform, yes. But not Twitter.
[As an aside - it smells like someone has burned their hair or a wet dog with burned hair. I keep spraying air freshner. I can't tell if it is coming from the hall door or the windows.]
My cousin was unintentionally funny on FB today - she posted that when she was told in 2020 that COVID would most likely not be over until 2022, because it took at least that long for the Spanish Flu to right itself, she thought no - we have medical advancements and technology! (My niece thought the same thing.) But, she counters now, a year later - she hadn't factored in the stupidity of people. Or considered how dumb people are.
I had. I've read history. The one historical constant - no matter what century we're in - is people tend to be stupid selfish assholes. It's like that line from the television series Moonlight - "technology may change, but people stay the same". I wish Moonlight had lasted, I liked it better than Hawaii 5-0, which I gave up on, and in some respects better than Forever Knight and Angel, which it heavily copied from.
***
The pharmacy line was long. And I caved and grabbed multiple chocolate covered Marshmellow Russel Stover Easter Eggs, also a couple of chocolate truffles, caramel eggs, and coconut chocolate nests. The cadebury chocolate egg did not, however, make it home with me - because they couldn't scan it, so I decided that was a sign. I've a weakness for chocolate covered marshmellow, apparently. And no impulse control.
Everyone stood six feet apart. It was like standing in line with the United Nations though. The two women ahead of me where in full Muslim Habbib gear, along with baby carriage. And various other ethnicities. What I love about NYC is the diversity - I've not found that level of diversity anywhere else - except possibly London, England. (There are towns called London in the US.) Actually, I think London may well be the only other place I could live in comfortably. If my niece moves there - I may join her in my retirement. Paris - they speak French, I don't - or I do but very very badly. It would never work. Also the city is odd and kind of small. Sydney, Australia - you kind of need a car. You can't survive in Australia without one - it's like San Francisco and Boston in tha respect. Istanbul? I don't speak the language, and I'd stand out. Really, I'm taller and bigger than half of them. Same problem with Costa Rica - you need a car, and you kind of have to be able to speak Spanish.
Also I like the British. Possibly because I'm from that origin ethnically speaking. I'm a mutt - 34% Irish, the rest is English, Scottish, Flemish,
German, Norwegian, Finnish, and Welsh. The Welsh is actually the least of it, which I find amusing considering my last name is Welsh. More amusing? My last name is actually my great great great great great great grandmother Mary's maiden name. Apparently she had a bunch of kids by different fathers, and just used her own name? God knows.
Or Canada - I could handle Canada. Although I think I would probably have to drive there - except Montreal/Quebec, I might get away with or Toronto.
But I'm rambling. And it's late.
Good night.
Also is daylight savings time on Sunday or did that change? No one mentioned it this week. Or today, which is odd. Usually I'm plagued by emails and notices.
Amazon: You're binoculars were delivered in the mail room.
I go to the pharmacy to pick up stuff like dish washing liquid, toilet paper, chocolate, potato chips, water bottle, toothbrush, allergy meds...and decide to grab the binocular package on the way back. So, lugging my purchases from the pharmacy, I go hunt for the package. It's not there.
Maybe I misread the Amazon message?
I go back up and pull up my email. The message states - "your package was delivered in the mail room - how was your delivery experience?"
Back down I go, this round with reading glasses. And it's not there. Out comes the super's wife - I ask her. She goes into a rant about how Amazon has been leaving packages in front of the doors or outside. And she has to bring them inside. I interrupt her rant - to inform her that I'm panicking at the moment - I bought myself a birthday gift, and really want it. Unable to help she disappears down the elevator. And I go upstairs to chat with Amazon. They have an electronic chat box assistant now.
Amazon: How can I help? It appears that you received your package today?(Was your package damaged, was it the wrong package, did you not receive it...)
Me: Didn't receive a package.
Amazon: Oh that's awful, let me check. Apparently the system updated the delivery too soon. You're package is supposed to come on Monday March 8th. Please be patient and see if you get it by 10pm on Monday.
Me: What if it doesn't arrive?
Amazon: We can't know that until Monday, wait until then, if it doesn't come - we'll deal with it on Monday. Check back then.
Me: Okay. Will do.
Amazon: Did we solve your problem?
[They kind of did and kind of didn't, but the only reply options are yes, no, don't want to answer - so I answer yes, and sign off.]
It's unsettling, but I always get the packages. I rarely don't get them. So,
I'll be patient. I can't help but think that the universe is trying to tell me something?
***
Work was slow today, but I had phone calls to distract me. One from Mel, whose baby is due in April. She's having induced labor - because of her age, 44. I told her that I've know a lot of 40 year olds who have had babies. She said it was more common than she realized, but people have been so judgemental. And she's been stressed - since well, COVID. And she was terrified of getting COVID. Also she apparently can't get the vaccine because they don't know what it will do to the fetus.
Also talked to my Safety PM, the one I work with on the on-call environmental contract. Safety PM is wary of the vaccine and holding off. A lot of people are - hence the reason my workplace is paying a lot of us to take the vaccine. And has stickers that state "Team Vaccine!" It's trying to get people to take it. PM thinks she can wait - and doesn't really need it.
I told her that I got it - because I want to be able to see my parents again in Hilton Head and my family.
***
Mother said that her occupational therapist thinks she should be able to take the celebrex. She needs an anti-inflammatory - because she has inflammation in her arms and legs which is causing her pain.
Mother: I had a pleasant conversation with your Father today.
ME: Oh?
Mother: He wants to come home. But I told him that I was still in a lot of pain - my leg hurt a lot, and I'd been told that I couldn't bring him home until I was fully mobile and could walk without pain. Your father backed off and said that I needed to feel better and take care of myself.
ME (with tears coursing down my cheeks): Oh, Dad's such a sweetheart.
Mother: Yes he is. I miss him so much. I still need to buy you flowers for your birthday.
Me: That's okay, you don't have to - you've been hurt.
Mother: No, I talked to your father about it and he agrees.
ME: I miss him.
Mother: So do I.
She's doing okay, I guess. I blamed the tears on my period, peri-menopause, and well the missing binoculars.
***
I'm tired of the human rights movement. Actually let me amend that - the human rights movement on social media. I find it exhausting. Honestly, if we could just direct these folks energies in a different direction - towards spearheading legislative reform? Changing the system? Something?
I chose Alzheimers Research as my fund-raiser this year. Because of my Dad. Actually the first time I've done a birthday fundraiser. And it's not really the human rights movement that is exhausting me - it's all these amateurish celebrity activists trying to fight for human rights through social media.
"Oh, I'm a semi-famous television actor/actress, writer, social media influencer, novelist, artist, or movie actor/actress - and I've decided to courageously post my allegations against such and such organization, writer, director, corporation, governor, representative, etc on Twitter!"
Sigh.
Then they whine when people aren't nice to them, judge them, pester them, and interrogate them.
ME: You posted it on Twitter! Have you not read Twitter?
I mean Twitter was bad before the pandemic. It's only gotten mildly better post Trump, but it is still Twitter - and people can be assholes on Twitter (particularly if they don't go by their real names).
Also posting on Twitter is akin to taking out a huge billboard ad in the middle of Times Square. Which, trust me, folks, you do not want to do.
Honestly, people if you want an understanding and empathetic audience for your trauma - you aren't going to find it on a corporate owned social media platform frequented by a ravenous media, hungry for gossip. Group therapy, maybe. Dreamwidth or a more private, less public platform, yes. But not Twitter.
[As an aside - it smells like someone has burned their hair or a wet dog with burned hair. I keep spraying air freshner. I can't tell if it is coming from the hall door or the windows.]
My cousin was unintentionally funny on FB today - she posted that when she was told in 2020 that COVID would most likely not be over until 2022, because it took at least that long for the Spanish Flu to right itself, she thought no - we have medical advancements and technology! (My niece thought the same thing.) But, she counters now, a year later - she hadn't factored in the stupidity of people. Or considered how dumb people are.
I had. I've read history. The one historical constant - no matter what century we're in - is people tend to be stupid selfish assholes. It's like that line from the television series Moonlight - "technology may change, but people stay the same". I wish Moonlight had lasted, I liked it better than Hawaii 5-0, which I gave up on, and in some respects better than Forever Knight and Angel, which it heavily copied from.
***
The pharmacy line was long. And I caved and grabbed multiple chocolate covered Marshmellow Russel Stover Easter Eggs, also a couple of chocolate truffles, caramel eggs, and coconut chocolate nests. The cadebury chocolate egg did not, however, make it home with me - because they couldn't scan it, so I decided that was a sign. I've a weakness for chocolate covered marshmellow, apparently. And no impulse control.
Everyone stood six feet apart. It was like standing in line with the United Nations though. The two women ahead of me where in full Muslim Habbib gear, along with baby carriage. And various other ethnicities. What I love about NYC is the diversity - I've not found that level of diversity anywhere else - except possibly London, England. (There are towns called London in the US.) Actually, I think London may well be the only other place I could live in comfortably. If my niece moves there - I may join her in my retirement. Paris - they speak French, I don't - or I do but very very badly. It would never work. Also the city is odd and kind of small. Sydney, Australia - you kind of need a car. You can't survive in Australia without one - it's like San Francisco and Boston in tha respect. Istanbul? I don't speak the language, and I'd stand out. Really, I'm taller and bigger than half of them. Same problem with Costa Rica - you need a car, and you kind of have to be able to speak Spanish.
Also I like the British. Possibly because I'm from that origin ethnically speaking. I'm a mutt - 34% Irish, the rest is English, Scottish, Flemish,
German, Norwegian, Finnish, and Welsh. The Welsh is actually the least of it, which I find amusing considering my last name is Welsh. More amusing? My last name is actually my great great great great great great grandmother Mary's maiden name. Apparently she had a bunch of kids by different fathers, and just used her own name? God knows.
Or Canada - I could handle Canada. Although I think I would probably have to drive there - except Montreal/Quebec, I might get away with or Toronto.
But I'm rambling. And it's late.
Good night.
Also is daylight savings time on Sunday or did that change? No one mentioned it this week. Or today, which is odd. Usually I'm plagued by emails and notices.
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Date: 2021-03-06 12:31 pm (UTC)Got my first dose of vaccine yesterday(Pfizer;) sore arm, but feeling ok.
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Date: 2021-03-06 01:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-03-06 01:46 pm (UTC)I'm dreading it too - I don't like Daylight Savings Time. It throws off my sleep pattern.
Yeah, apparently the first dose of the Pfizer - no one gets more than a sore arm, like the flu shot. I'm a little nervous about the second dose. Congrats though! Team#Vaccine!
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Date: 2021-03-06 01:51 pm (UTC)But good to know about Boston. I've never lived there - only visited Cambridge. My main issue with Paris - is I can't speak French that well, or understand it.
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Date: 2021-03-06 03:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-03-06 06:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-03-07 03:33 am (UTC)Yeah, my super's wife said that they were not leaving it where they said, often leaving it outside the door. And often not on time.
USPS has issues. Major issues. The Biden Administration needs to fix the US Postal Service, immediately.