I don’t know, something similar has happened to me. I spent my career being in charge of a lot of things, but it’s like I’ve reached a limit on the amount of stress I can handle. For some reason, I couldn’t get into my Netflix account on my tv yesterday and it just about did me in to deal with it.
I almost shed tears when I know I have to deal with AT&T. I invariably have to threaten to cancel before I can receive any help if it has to do with money. I hate them and they are my only option. You hear that AT&T, I hate your business model.
No, no, no. If we’re really going to “visit the sins of the fathers upon the next generation”, you’ll call him and say “Damn mail-sorter’s not working right!”
“That’s too bad, pops. What’s it doing wrong?”
“Aren’t you listening? It’s not working right!”
At least you’re going to the right place. The smart dentist is considered out-of-network for stupid cavities.
Some employees in this building think it is appropriate to sing aloud as they walk the halls. It’s not that they aren’t good singers, but I find it inconsiderate and rude as hell. This is a medical laboratory, not American Idol, and not church either!
I suppose I could have eaten it. But I’m pregnant and it takes next to nothing to get me to throw up. I didn’t want to risk it. Anyway, I had a real shit day yesterday and that was just the icing on the cake.
Today though, might be going better. I had a horrible reaction to an email my daughter’s school sent me. They say she needs an individualized reading improvement plan. For some reason, I lost my mind for a second and almost wrote a scathing email about about how reading in her best subject, that she can’t possibly be struggling and that maybe you aren’t taking into account her special needs when you evaluate her. Instead, I talked to a friend and my friend pointed out the flaws in my thinking, reminded me that school is not calling my daughter stupid, that they are, in fact, trying to help her be successful and are just providing her the extra help she needs. My friend talked me out of yelling at her poor teacher. I couldn’t ask for a better friend.
A shipment of frozen salmon steaks, packed in dry ice, was shipped to me Monday, by Fedex, to be delivered on Tuesday, “by end of day”. It’s now late Wednesday afternoon, and I’m still waiting for the delivery.
Does anyone know how long dry ice will keep things frozen?
I had previously ranted about spending two days in the hospital for treatment of an infection caused by a kidney stone. While I was in the hospital they installed a urethral stent, and was told that I would be contacted within a week of being discharged (March 13) to schedule a follow-up day visit to remove the stent. When no one called me by last Monday I called the number I had been given to check up on this. After sitting on hold for what seemed like an hour somebody finally came on. I explained why I was calling and she checked my records and told me that I was already scheduled for an office visit with a urologist on April 19. I explained that this appointment had been scheduled on March 11 when I was first diagnosed with the kidney stone, but what I was asking about was follow-up surgery to have a temporary stent removed. She said she would have someone look into this and call me back.
So this morning I get a call back. They want to schedule the surgery for sometime on April 9; apparently they won’t be able to give me an exact time until a day or two before the surgery. I’ll also need to come to urology to provide a urine sample sometime before that. I’ll also need to come in to the drive-through clinic on April 6 or 7 for a covid test… I point out that I don’t drive, and would have to arrange for someone to drive me there, which may be difficult on a weekday morning. After some back-and-forthing, we decide to reschedule the surgery for April 12, which means I can come in for the covid test on Saturday the 10th.
Now I just have to make sure I can get a ride on that Saturday. Fortunately, I can use the local EZRider to go to the clinic for the urine sample and the operation. Or at least I hope I can for the latter; I was assured that, unlike when I’ve gone in for an endoscopy, I don’t need to have someone with me to provide a ride home.
I’m building myself a drum sander, and the parts from McMaster Carr are not what they said they’d be. The shaft is supposed to have a 1/8" keyway in it, but it’s .11", not .125". I know it doesn’t sound like much, but metal doesn’t work like that.
Have you contacted the shipper yet? Based on my experiences with FedEx and perishable shipments, you may not be the only customer impacted. (My case involved a plane-load of Maine seafood that experienced some mysterious delay while in Memphis; the seafood company succeeded in having their claim processed by FedEx, so they passed refunds along to the customers.)
Speaking from the voice of experience, if/when the box does arrive, don’t bring it in the house. If you must bring it in the house, don’t open it. If you must open it, be sure to line the area with plastic. Projectile vomiting goes a lot farther than one might think.
The shipper is well aware of the problem, and promises to make things right. The irony is that the shipment is now stuck less than a half hour from my house.
I just had the usual “cable broadband ISP technical support” experience. The sheer incompetence of these people never ceases to amaze.
One of my secondary email accounts had stopped working for POP3 access for entirely unknown reasons. The dumbass at the other end had no idea what was wrong, but went through every item on his checklist, including setting up a special app-specific password for Outlook. Apparently that had solved many other customers’ problems, so when it didn’t work., he accused me of having entered the password wrong. When I humoured him by repeating the process, doing a cut and paste, and it still didn’t work, he said the problem was obviously with Outlook and that was my problem, not his. The argument continued for another hour or so. In the end it turned out that the email profile on the ISP side had somehow become corrupted, and a complete reset from his end fixed it. He insisted that it wasn’t the reset that had fixed it, it was his app-specific password that had really done it, and was still loudly insisting it when I hung up. (No, I’m not a complete jerk, I did reluctantly say “thank you” as I hung up.) I despise incompetence.
Ugh I dented my karma, inadvertently left the grocery store without paying $10 USD in ground beef 80/20. I want to make restitution but what’s the best way? Snap a pic of the labels and show up at the CS desk to pay I guess. Not happening until next shopping trip it’s a drive ffs!
Shop and scan, Have to scan reduced meats at kiosk. I completely forgot about it under the pile of impulse purchases.
My beautiful son now hurls books at me to be read on demand. I’m glad he loves books, I really am. But after two straight hours of reading, including 8x Goodnight Moon, I am like, jeez, kid, get a life.
I’m not entirely sure I’m going to make it through his toddler years.
Getting them to take the money may be difficult, procedurally - if you hand them the money for it, that money may just end up in the pocket of whoever you handed it to.
If you want to clear your conscience and get the money back to the store - the next time you buy a pack of hamburger meat that size, scan it twice.
I hear you. I’d get a receipt for sure. Shop and scan one uses the store app to scan the UP. Codes as you shop. And in shop and scan app, reduced meats do not scan. One must scan the meat at the kiosk. I remembered to scan the reduced cooked chicken wings at the kiosk and the store associate scanned random items in my cart. We both missed the meat which I usually set aside from scanned items as a reminder. But hidden under the donuts and nuts lurked the meat, hitching a ride to free land.
Meh, I’d just forget about it. I had a similar experience with a large bag of dog food, but it was at the vet’s, and the amount was something like $75 that they forgot to charge me for while I had my dog there for medical reasons. Next day the walk that Bernie and I went on included a diversion to the vet’s office where I paid for it. It’s not so much that I’m totally scrupulously honest, it’s that I’m not going to financially screw a small business, and moreover a small business that cares for my dog.
