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shadowkatThe phrase..."they shoot horses, don't they" comes to mind, it's also the title of a film about people killing themselves participating in an insane dance marathon.
To the tune of ... Bad Day by REM...[BTW - there's one too many songs with the title "Bad Day" (and quite a few are NOT to my liking - I do not like David Powters) - it took me forever to find REM's because I forgot it was REM who did the song that I actually liked. I couldn't remember the title nor the band, just that it was about a Bad Day.]
I woke up early this morning with my alarm - after a restless night of bad dreams - only to discover that my right leg just wasn't functioning. It did not want to go to work this morning. At all. [Of course - I ignored it, and dragged it to work anyhow. Because it's better to walk off sciatica then to baby it, or so I'm told. Also, I didn't want to risk getting into trouble for trying to take a sick day prior to vacation. ]
It felt like someone was sticking hot needles in it from the hip to the toes. Frigging Sciatic Nerve - probably the result of constipation/digestive issues or sleeping wrong or throwing things out of alignment...ugh. Frak, Frak, Frak.
I hobbled to the bathroom. I hobbled to get dressed. I hobbled to make the bed. I tried stretches. I tried exercises. I hobbled to make breakfast. I somehow managed to put socks and sneakers on. Then I hobbled down the steps. And walked to the subway, hobbled down more steps, walked down the platform - managed to thankfully grab the F train. Then got off at Jay Street, climbed steps (didn't hurt as bad to climb steps for some reason), and dashed to an elevator to go down the steps for the R. Then climbed more steps. Walked. Got in building only to discover the finger biometric swiper wouldn't work - tried four times, gave up - left it - almost ran into someone, went to work.
It didn't get better. When I sat - I didn't feel it. When I stood it was fine. It was just walking. Getting up and down. And going down stairs that it hurt. I took Aleve. I took Tynenol. NaDa. I sat with a heating pad. NaDa.
I got up to get matcha latte from Starbucks, which yes, it hurt walking to Starbucks.
****
I checked email - only to discover that no, Fed-EX did not deliver the shoes. They ignored my message in the door. Took a picture of it, told me that no one was there, and they required a signature. So blatantly ignored the signed form. I called them, talked to them in person at the FedEX across the street, and even did virtual chat.
Me: (I told them what I did and asked for help)
FedEX: You can opt to hold it one of our locations.
Me: How do I do that -
FedEx: Just call.
I call.
FedEX: Sorry, the shipper won't allow you to change locations. It insists that it only be shipped to the location on the mailing slip. You have to take it up with them.
Me: But what about just leaving it as requested in my apartment building in front of my door? I had a signed release form - which you stated I could use on your site.
FedEx: I don't understand. Search our FAQs for the answer.
I try to contact the shipper ("ShoeMall") - a third party seller through Amazon. They have me on hold so long I give up. I send them a message via Amazon.
I put another sign on the front door of my apartment complex, along with the signed release and their email from yesterday. Telling them to ring the Super, go in the building, and leave the package at my apartment door, and take the release form. This is dated for Tomorrow.
They say they'll make another attempt tomorrow. No guarantee that they will follow the directions on the sign.
Ugh. I have a feeling I'm not getting the shoes, and will be lucky to get a refund.
During the Teams Meeting today - I was distracted by sciatic nerve, back pain, and well the Fed Ex issue. So it was hard to focus on what they were talking about. And the meeting didn't go well, or I didn't feel it did? I probably wasn't the best judge.
Outside of that? I was bored out of my mind, and I hurt. So I ate three chocolate chip cookies (one left over from the day they gave me two free ones). I'm turning into the Cookie Monster. Must stop.
Off to make dinner, and maybe lunch? And watch more television. And try not to pray for someone to put me out of my misery.
To the tune of ... Bad Day by REM...[BTW - there's one too many songs with the title "Bad Day" (and quite a few are NOT to my liking - I do not like David Powters) - it took me forever to find REM's because I forgot it was REM who did the song that I actually liked. I couldn't remember the title nor the band, just that it was about a Bad Day.]
I woke up early this morning with my alarm - after a restless night of bad dreams - only to discover that my right leg just wasn't functioning. It did not want to go to work this morning. At all. [Of course - I ignored it, and dragged it to work anyhow. Because it's better to walk off sciatica then to baby it, or so I'm told. Also, I didn't want to risk getting into trouble for trying to take a sick day prior to vacation. ]
It felt like someone was sticking hot needles in it from the hip to the toes. Frigging Sciatic Nerve - probably the result of constipation/digestive issues or sleeping wrong or throwing things out of alignment...ugh. Frak, Frak, Frak.
I hobbled to the bathroom. I hobbled to get dressed. I hobbled to make the bed. I tried stretches. I tried exercises. I hobbled to make breakfast. I somehow managed to put socks and sneakers on. Then I hobbled down the steps. And walked to the subway, hobbled down more steps, walked down the platform - managed to thankfully grab the F train. Then got off at Jay Street, climbed steps (didn't hurt as bad to climb steps for some reason), and dashed to an elevator to go down the steps for the R. Then climbed more steps. Walked. Got in building only to discover the finger biometric swiper wouldn't work - tried four times, gave up - left it - almost ran into someone, went to work.
It didn't get better. When I sat - I didn't feel it. When I stood it was fine. It was just walking. Getting up and down. And going down stairs that it hurt. I took Aleve. I took Tynenol. NaDa. I sat with a heating pad. NaDa.
I got up to get matcha latte from Starbucks, which yes, it hurt walking to Starbucks.
****
I checked email - only to discover that no, Fed-EX did not deliver the shoes. They ignored my message in the door. Took a picture of it, told me that no one was there, and they required a signature. So blatantly ignored the signed form. I called them, talked to them in person at the FedEX across the street, and even did virtual chat.
Me: (I told them what I did and asked for help)
FedEX: You can opt to hold it one of our locations.
Me: How do I do that -
FedEx: Just call.
I call.
FedEX: Sorry, the shipper won't allow you to change locations. It insists that it only be shipped to the location on the mailing slip. You have to take it up with them.
Me: But what about just leaving it as requested in my apartment building in front of my door? I had a signed release form - which you stated I could use on your site.
FedEx: I don't understand. Search our FAQs for the answer.
I try to contact the shipper ("ShoeMall") - a third party seller through Amazon. They have me on hold so long I give up. I send them a message via Amazon.
I put another sign on the front door of my apartment complex, along with the signed release and their email from yesterday. Telling them to ring the Super, go in the building, and leave the package at my apartment door, and take the release form. This is dated for Tomorrow.
They say they'll make another attempt tomorrow. No guarantee that they will follow the directions on the sign.
Ugh. I have a feeling I'm not getting the shoes, and will be lucky to get a refund.
During the Teams Meeting today - I was distracted by sciatic nerve, back pain, and well the Fed Ex issue. So it was hard to focus on what they were talking about. And the meeting didn't go well, or I didn't feel it did? I probably wasn't the best judge.
Outside of that? I was bored out of my mind, and I hurt. So I ate three chocolate chip cookies (one left over from the day they gave me two free ones). I'm turning into the Cookie Monster. Must stop.
Off to make dinner, and maybe lunch? And watch more television. And try not to pray for someone to put me out of my misery.
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Date: 2025-10-10 01:37 pm (UTC)I tried the door approach - but will try again.