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Mar. 29th, 2024 09:12 amIt's fun when Dad gets mail that isn't the utility that's still in his name because at the time it would've cost an arm, a leg, and several internal organs to change it over to either my name or mom's. The one other piece he still gets is his Golf magazine, which he has a lifetime subscription to for whatever reason. Yes, he did play golf, but he stopped maybe ten years before he died? Maybe not that long, but it had been awhile. Golf was more his thing when the boy and I were growing up and through high school. (The only time I seriously worried my father might kill me was when I accidentally broke one of his brand spankin' new clubs... and also fucked up a wall in a house where that took some work. Or being fantastically unlucky while being radically pissed off. And that was in fear of his reaction, not his actual reaction.)
Anyway, we tried to alert them when he died but his subscription has followed us around. Via my Informed Delivery, I see we're getting something from some golf thing, so I wonder if they finally realized he's no longer with us. At this point I don't tend to do anything more than flip through the magazine to make sure no other mail has gotten stuck in it and then either offer it to one of the boys (Mom's on a perpetual pass) or chuck it in the recycling but it's still kinda nice to have it show up.
It's also possible it's just gonna be something like "hey, you like golf? Here, do this."
Work is quickly shifting to holiday hell. I keep forgetting that Easter suuuuuuuucks for retail, especially when Corporate decides to cut hours for the entire month leading up to it so no one can help keep the promo aisle not looking like a goddamn dumpster fire.
Also we're at the point where the night is a win when the asshole "customer" of the night isn't swearing at you, he's just swearing in general as he steals. The night before I had to play the "Sorry, no booze for you" card and got called a fucking whore for my efforts. Right, because being that guy will get me to change my mind. *rolls eyes outta skull*
Anyway, we tried to alert them when he died but his subscription has followed us around. Via my Informed Delivery, I see we're getting something from some golf thing, so I wonder if they finally realized he's no longer with us. At this point I don't tend to do anything more than flip through the magazine to make sure no other mail has gotten stuck in it and then either offer it to one of the boys (Mom's on a perpetual pass) or chuck it in the recycling but it's still kinda nice to have it show up.
It's also possible it's just gonna be something like "hey, you like golf? Here, do this."
Work is quickly shifting to holiday hell. I keep forgetting that Easter suuuuuuuucks for retail, especially when Corporate decides to cut hours for the entire month leading up to it so no one can help keep the promo aisle not looking like a goddamn dumpster fire.
Also we're at the point where the night is a win when the asshole "customer" of the night isn't swearing at you, he's just swearing in general as he steals. The night before I had to play the "Sorry, no booze for you" card and got called a fucking whore for my efforts. Right, because being that guy will get me to change my mind. *rolls eyes outta skull*