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I feel like crap
May. 27th, 2016 04:53 pmBlergh. I thought I'd avoided the feeling of ugh that happens when I fall asleep after work without eating anything but no. In a plot twist, the ugh feeling didn't kick in until after I ate my breakfast/lunch. So that wasn't fun.
Part of this may be due to the wtf-ery that's going on with an order I made at the start of the month. I've mentioned my love of Rachhloves on youtube, yes? Yes. Anyway, she did a Beauty Box/Top Box and I ordered the version I wanted because, well... I wanted to try the stuff and she's nifty so why not. They're located in Canada and the box wasn't scheduled to ship til 5/15, so I kind of put it out of my mind til around the 20th, when people were saying that they lived in the US and were getting theirs. I checked my email and voila, a shipping confirmation/tracking number. Huzzah! I looked and it told me my delivery date was 5/21. That's pretty speedy, right?
Yeah. It didn't update again til 5/24 or 5/25 and then it said it was at the big post office here. Naturally this meant I discarded my draft of an email I was working on sending the company because once you hit that post office, you're pretty much here. Yeaaaaaaaah. Nope. This morning it had been shipped back to NY and this afternoon the tracking info cheerfully informed me that it had been delivered. In NY. I assume to the point of origin. WTF, post office. WTF.
I will say the company has been pretty good at keeping me in the loop today, considering the form reply you get when you email them warns you that they'll get back to you the next business day. So getting a reply a few hours later (I was asleep)? Fantastic. Here's hoping my box gets to me safely. I'm not super looking forward to seeing how things have held up, though, since it's been hot as hell lately. :/
I've also been stressed over something more important since Mumsy's birthday. We visited the kittens and Mom sat at the boy's table for a change. She was leafing through the papers on the table, and noticed he had a "pay your damn rent" notice. Uh oh. Followed by a "you have ten days to vacate" notice. And he's going out of town this weekend, I think. WTF. The assumption she and I have both made is that my cousin is driving him up and that the boy will be asking my aunt for money to pay the rent. But... if he hasn't talked to his landlord, there's no guarentee they'll let him stay even if/when he pays May's rent and the assorted fees (legal and late) and I really hope he realizes that if they do, they're going to want June's immediately, too.
So naturally I've been worrying about him and the kittens. The kittens! D: Don't make me fall in love with them and then... I dunno what's going to happen to them, dammit. So here's hoping my aunt/that side of the family comes through and the boy keeps his current place AND learns that the correct order of bill payment is: housing/utilities and food/fun stuff. Food, for him, would actually be lower since he works in a restaurant but you get the idea.
In any case, I've been trying to tell myself the boy has an uncanny knack for landing on his feet and that stressing myself out over this isn't going to help but, well, that's logic and kittens and worry do not deal in logic.
Part of this may be due to the wtf-ery that's going on with an order I made at the start of the month. I've mentioned my love of Rachhloves on youtube, yes? Yes. Anyway, she did a Beauty Box/Top Box and I ordered the version I wanted because, well... I wanted to try the stuff and she's nifty so why not. They're located in Canada and the box wasn't scheduled to ship til 5/15, so I kind of put it out of my mind til around the 20th, when people were saying that they lived in the US and were getting theirs. I checked my email and voila, a shipping confirmation/tracking number. Huzzah! I looked and it told me my delivery date was 5/21. That's pretty speedy, right?
Yeah. It didn't update again til 5/24 or 5/25 and then it said it was at the big post office here. Naturally this meant I discarded my draft of an email I was working on sending the company because once you hit that post office, you're pretty much here. Yeaaaaaaaah. Nope. This morning it had been shipped back to NY and this afternoon the tracking info cheerfully informed me that it had been delivered. In NY. I assume to the point of origin. WTF, post office. WTF.
I will say the company has been pretty good at keeping me in the loop today, considering the form reply you get when you email them warns you that they'll get back to you the next business day. So getting a reply a few hours later (I was asleep)? Fantastic. Here's hoping my box gets to me safely. I'm not super looking forward to seeing how things have held up, though, since it's been hot as hell lately. :/
I've also been stressed over something more important since Mumsy's birthday. We visited the kittens and Mom sat at the boy's table for a change. She was leafing through the papers on the table, and noticed he had a "pay your damn rent" notice. Uh oh. Followed by a "you have ten days to vacate" notice. And he's going out of town this weekend, I think. WTF. The assumption she and I have both made is that my cousin is driving him up and that the boy will be asking my aunt for money to pay the rent. But... if he hasn't talked to his landlord, there's no guarentee they'll let him stay even if/when he pays May's rent and the assorted fees (legal and late) and I really hope he realizes that if they do, they're going to want June's immediately, too.
So naturally I've been worrying about him and the kittens. The kittens! D: Don't make me fall in love with them and then... I dunno what's going to happen to them, dammit. So here's hoping my aunt/that side of the family comes through and the boy keeps his current place AND learns that the correct order of bill payment is: housing/utilities and food/fun stuff. Food, for him, would actually be lower since he works in a restaurant but you get the idea.
In any case, I've been trying to tell myself the boy has an uncanny knack for landing on his feet and that stressing myself out over this isn't going to help but, well, that's logic and kittens and worry do not deal in logic.