So an unmarked capsule appeared out of nowhere in a small zippered section of my purse.
It’s clear and filled with white powder.
Now I have over the counter meds in a small bottle in that section but I have never seen a pill like this.
I put it away safely in case I have a memory of what it might be.
Just a weird bit of mystery to spice up my day.
To add my 2c to the bifocal discussion, I hated bifocals when I first got them, and basically don’t have them. I annoyed the optician when I kept coming back and asking for the lenses to be reground to make the short-distance part lower. Eventually they made them so low they pretty much disappeared. Those are the glasses I still wear and I don’t consider them bifocals at all. For close work like reading, using the computer, or watching stuff on my tablet, I just remove the glasses entirely since I’m near-sighted and can see just fine without them.
In fact, my distance vision having improved with age, I don’t usually wear glasses around the house at all. They’re mostly for driving and being able to read the aisle-marker signs in grocery stores. And usually for watching TV, which I very rarely do.
I cannot adequately express how much I HATE HATE HATE dealing with any sort of utility provider like cable company, ISP, telco, electricity, gas, or anything else. These fuckers either cannot get anyone competent to work for them or they deliberately specialize in hiring only incompetents.
I won’t bore you with the details, but I’m now pissed off at my cell phone provider because, with my account happily connected to my credit card for automatic payments, I just got an email from them threatening hell and damnation and service disconnection because I was many months overdue (and for all I know my credit rating is now shit, if they reported this, though most utilities don’t bother).
And it was entirely their fucking fault, because these fuckers failed to notify me that my credit card had expired way the hell back last summer and needed to be updated. They just kept accumlating monthly balances and then finally threatened hell and damnation for something I had nothing to do with. I probably should have remembered to update the card months ago but I don’t pay a lot of attention because I always expect to get some sort of notice, like, “hey, your card didn’t go through”. You know, the way a normal business operates!
It took over half an hour on the phone to sort this out, and that was after I spent about ten minutes trying find these fuckers’ support number, because the other part of their deal is that they really don’t want you calling them. They want you to either use their website, or use the services of their charming but useless robot that usually has some cutesy name like “Sally” or “Julie”. 
I feel your pain. I just went through a very similar thing with CenturyLink for my home internet. But after many weeks of fighting a bogus $200 late fee, a customer service rep (the 6th I’d dealt with) took pity on me and managed to get the charges removed (while telling me on a recorded line that she could only remove a tiny portion).
I hope you can get your fees reduced.
Ha! I just got a postcard a few days ago from my email provider informing me that my account was overdue. They never sent me an email, which I would have seen. Idiots.
OTOH, I could see them cutting off your access to your email for non-payment, then sending you lots of dunning letters via email. To that cut-off address.
The post card at least is a form of route diversity / route redundance. So good thinking that far.
Yep, that’s my sister. She got progressives and she never could adjust to them. She said she felt like she was going to throw up every time she moved her head. I’ve had progressives for about 10 years now. The first couple of days I felt like I was looking out from inside a fishbowl and I wasn’t sure I’d be able to use them but it seems like I adjusted to them all of a sudden.
That was my experience ~25 years ago when I started on progressive lenses. Weird until suddenly it was completely natural.
I recall getting my first non- progressive specs for astigmatism. I was 18. Prior to that I just squinted and guessed as necessary.
Walking out to the car I needed to drive home I felt about 3 feet tall, not my usual almost 6’. Tres weird. I adapted and overcame.
Yesterday morning I had tree work done on the massive oak in my front yard. About halfway through the work, a branch fell and hit the cable wire, knocking out my TV/internet. One of the guys said he reconnected it to the house, but it still didn’t work. I was not happy about this. I hired this more expensive company for the trim and clean-out because of their reputation for being very careful, and one of the main tasks was to cut back the branches over the wires. The boss called me to apologize and said I could just call the provider and they would come right out and fix it. Ha! Has he not ever dealt with a cable provider?
I called AT&T. I knew what the problem was so having to go through all the automated shit about do this and try that was stupid. But no matter what I said, I couldn’t get through to a human. In fact, I got hung up on twice, once when it said my system had been rebooted and would start working in five minutes and again when it said I had a third party provider and should call them. WTF?
So I went online on my phone to try my luck there. Again, the chat bot wanted me to go through all the possibilities and wouldn’t connect me to a human. It took over an hour before I finally got to tell a real person that I just needed the wire reconnected. The tech came out this evening and fixed the problem in much less time than it took me to report it. God I hate dealing with customer service. Oh, and at the end of the human chat, Rodh said “I had a good time on the chat”. I’m glad it was good for you, dude.
I did get $100 taken off the tree bill, though. I do appreciate that.
So they paid you <$1.66 per minute to sit on hold for an hour-plus. Uggh.
It was worse than that. I was never on hold. I spent the hour trying to get past tireless, incapable bots until one finally relented and asked if I would like to speak to a representative.
Those bots and chats are maddening. I used to be able to get through to a human fairly quickly most of the time but those days are over.
Another mini-rant, and when the new day dawns we shall see how this worked out.
Today is recycling pickup day, and I was curious about the weather before loading up the last few items in the bin and wheeling it out to the curb. No problem – the weather is cool but fine, but what’s this “weather advisory”? Ah, I see, just in time for recycling pickup day, hurricane-force winds! Just the kind that sunk the Edmund Fizgerald on a cold November!
Not really hurricane-force, but the neighbour’s recycling bin has already been blown over with crap spilled all over the place and the not-quite-hurricane-force November winds happiily playing with it all the way down the street. The whole place may be a mess by morning. Mine is hopefully well weighed down with vodka and rum bottles! Absolut vodka bottles are made with very thick glass and make exceptionally good ballast. We shall see when daylight comes.
Strange that you should mention that, I have another coworker who definitely buys from BBW, and her favorite is that vanilla cookie one. No mistaking that.
Thanksgiving morning rant: I had a nice, full propane tank ready to go this morning. Pulled the tab off, hooked it up, opened the valve…nothing. (Lowe’s isn’t even open, but the only receipt I have is from January, which I think makes sense? Who knows if they’ll let me exchange.) The turkey is now in the oven. No idea how it’s going to turn out, I’ve never cooked one in the oven. At least the house smells nice.
And the bathroom faucet just sprang a surprise leak, so I’ve been changing cartridges instead of comparing about the parade.
All the recycling has now been taken and there is no mess, or else the high winds blew everything into the next county. My recycling bin managed to remain upright until it was emptied, and then it was blown halfway into the street.
I was out shopping today and the wind is still strong but fading.
For anyone wondering, I’m in Canada and we had our Thanksgiving back in October, so no holiday here, although many stores are parroting the US “Black Friday” tradition and offering sales. Amazon Canada has a Fire tablet on sale for almost half price, and it has better specs than mine. I was tempted, but alas, after all the recent purchases and Snowplow Guy patiently awaiting payment, I have to watch my pennies. I also don’t feel like going through the hassle of “illicitly” sideloading the Google Play store again.
This year’s Thanksgiving kitchen disaster - I was putting a (cheap foil) pan of cheesy potatoes in the oven when it went sideways and all over the oven door and the floor. So, no cheesy potatoes!
At least I didn’t burn my nuts this year.
Oh, so sorry to hear about that, but it’s a typical kitchen disaster!
At least not as bad as my latest kitchen-related disaster, when I fell headlong down the stairs into the garage from the kitchen door. Fortunately I had guests who could pull me out. I was sore for weeks!
The IT incompetents at my bank – one of the “Big Five” Canadian banks – have fucked up their online banking website. The “remember your card number” function no longer works. It flashes the remembered card number, and then goes blank. I escalated it to someone in tech support who could only suggest restarting my computer (the “turn it off and on again gambit”) to which I simply said “no”. It has nothing to do with the problem and I have too many other things going on that it would disrupt.
So their next suggestion was to try a different browser. Which I did, and I had to run downstairs to fetch my cell phone because now it was demanding 2FA, like, “do we know you?”. And – no surprise – the new browser produced exactly the same results.
I used to do consulting work for these guys and their IT managers are self-serving incompetent sucker-ups and their IT staff are no better than badly trained chimpanzees.
And then while loading the dishwasher after dinner I chipped a plate and the chip sliced a big gash in the heel of my thumb. (I know it was the chip that did it, because it was stuck in there.) Yeah, I’m glad this day’s about over.