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Oh, good lord.
Apr. 29th, 2010 10:18 amOh.
My.
I bought something on ebay back on April 13th. It was a lovely book lot that I was hoping to arrive sometime soon. By the time I was stricken with the plague, I began to wonder if maybe I had forgotten to pay (despite it being a BIN thing and I always do those immediately) but I was so damn sick that I pretty much lived in my bedroom. Sometime Thursday, when I was trying to tell myself I would totally be fine to work (wrong!), I checked my email and found a note from the person with my books. They'd somehow missed sending them and they were sorry, no excuses, just an honest "I screwed up" thing.
Which left me torn. On the one hand, I hate people who are always handy with the excuses. It reminds me of lying through my teeth when I was 11 (and got called on my always having an excuse) and my brother who does the same thing. It's irksome, man. So points are given for not just... killing grandma or something. On the other hand, at times like this I feel like I should be given a reason, even if it's "the cat got sick on the box and I needed to find a new one." Torn between lies and the possible truth, what am I to do?
Still, I wasn't entirely sure what I'd do when it came time for feedback. They waited a little too long to lemme know they'd forgotten me, but at the same time they forgot me so...
I've been checking the tracking number for a damn week and nothing happened. To be fair, this happens occasionally. USPS is infamous for delivering my packages before the tracking ever fully registers that the shipment has moved beyond point #2 on the list. (Point one is wherever the thing is originally shipped from.)
As part of my daily routine, I check the number.
Thefucking thing JUST got mailed.
*throttles someone*
Oh, hey, what's this? One of the few mutual friends I have/had left with the ex found me on FB. I knew she had one but I didn't know whether she'd want to hear from me, so I didn't hunt her down again. And since I mentioned him, you know I checked to see if he has a FB that she's friends with. And the answer is, "totally."
*sips her fountain cherry coke* Interesting.
Elsewhere, my work evaluation was today. If not for my crushed immune system*, I'd have gotten pretty much "super awesome!" all across the board. I'm choosing to dwell on that since there's precious little I can do about my being sick moreso than is probably normal at times. Why? I help take care of the munchkin who believes colds are to be shared. I work at a goddamned drugstore where people seem to believe the drive-thru is cheating. (Seriously people, I will take your shopping list and find exactly what you want and bring it to pharmacy. Do not bring your cold inside! Don't share!) After the swine-flu debacle, we were told in no uncertain terms to freakin' not come in if we were sick. Do not contaminate the entire store.
Sooooooooooo... damned if I do, damned if I don't. It didn't help that I was sick three days this month, and they were all within a week of each other. Still, it's not like I was home on the computer, or watching TV, or out having fun/a life. I was holed up in my room, sick as hell.
But... I got the awesome option for my people skills. Repeatedly. :D ME. ME. have you met me? I'm shy and rarely speak and the last few times I've had my evaluation done they've said talk more. And this time I got the "you're super awesome!" which meant my boss disagreed with my "you're adequate" assessment. :D
(Yes. I'm obviously bugged by the existence of the ex on FB and the whole sick thing and yet I am going to play this off like it's just freakin' peachy. For recognizing this, you earned a oatmeal rum cookie. Mmmm.)
I have found something that makes it all better. So, LKH had a minion named Darla. Darla wrote a book. That's the link where you can either buy this epic book, or just read it for free. Possibly just admire the mushrooms on the cover.
But you should totally read it and see how far you make it before heads explode... or, if you ever read a BSC book, you wonder if maybe this is the literary work of Karen Brewer. (Two posts, back to back, little K! How the hell?)
My.
I bought something on ebay back on April 13th. It was a lovely book lot that I was hoping to arrive sometime soon. By the time I was stricken with the plague, I began to wonder if maybe I had forgotten to pay (despite it being a BIN thing and I always do those immediately) but I was so damn sick that I pretty much lived in my bedroom. Sometime Thursday, when I was trying to tell myself I would totally be fine to work (wrong!), I checked my email and found a note from the person with my books. They'd somehow missed sending them and they were sorry, no excuses, just an honest "I screwed up" thing.
Which left me torn. On the one hand, I hate people who are always handy with the excuses. It reminds me of lying through my teeth when I was 11 (and got called on my always having an excuse) and my brother who does the same thing. It's irksome, man. So points are given for not just... killing grandma or something. On the other hand, at times like this I feel like I should be given a reason, even if it's "the cat got sick on the box and I needed to find a new one." Torn between lies and the possible truth, what am I to do?
Still, I wasn't entirely sure what I'd do when it came time for feedback. They waited a little too long to lemme know they'd forgotten me, but at the same time they forgot me so...
I've been checking the tracking number for a damn week and nothing happened. To be fair, this happens occasionally. USPS is infamous for delivering my packages before the tracking ever fully registers that the shipment has moved beyond point #2 on the list. (Point one is wherever the thing is originally shipped from.)
As part of my daily routine, I check the number.
The
*throttles someone*
Oh, hey, what's this? One of the few mutual friends I have/had left with the ex found me on FB. I knew she had one but I didn't know whether she'd want to hear from me, so I didn't hunt her down again. And since I mentioned him, you know I checked to see if he has a FB that she's friends with. And the answer is, "totally."
*sips her fountain cherry coke* Interesting.
Elsewhere, my work evaluation was today. If not for my crushed immune system*, I'd have gotten pretty much "super awesome!" all across the board. I'm choosing to dwell on that since there's precious little I can do about my being sick moreso than is probably normal at times. Why? I help take care of the munchkin who believes colds are to be shared. I work at a goddamned drugstore where people seem to believe the drive-thru is cheating. (Seriously people, I will take your shopping list and find exactly what you want and bring it to pharmacy. Do not bring your cold inside! Don't share!) After the swine-flu debacle, we were told in no uncertain terms to freakin' not come in if we were sick. Do not contaminate the entire store.
Sooooooooooo... damned if I do, damned if I don't. It didn't help that I was sick three days this month, and they were all within a week of each other. Still, it's not like I was home on the computer, or watching TV, or out having fun/a life. I was holed up in my room, sick as hell.
But... I got the awesome option for my people skills. Repeatedly. :D ME. ME. have you met me? I'm shy and rarely speak and the last few times I've had my evaluation done they've said talk more. And this time I got the "you're super awesome!" which meant my boss disagreed with my "you're adequate" assessment. :D
(Yes. I'm obviously bugged by the existence of the ex on FB and the whole sick thing and yet I am going to play this off like it's just freakin' peachy. For recognizing this, you earned a oatmeal rum cookie. Mmmm.)
I have found something that makes it all better. So, LKH had a minion named Darla. Darla wrote a book. That's the link where you can either buy this epic book, or just read it for free. Possibly just admire the mushrooms on the cover.
But you should totally read it and see how far you make it before heads explode... or, if you ever read a BSC book, you wonder if maybe this is the literary work of Karen Brewer. (Two posts, back to back, little K! How the hell?)
