I’m annoyed at my post office. Which is not a new thing.
But the recent issue is over having my mail forwarded while I was out of town. When I requested to have it forwarded to my friend’s house, they quite reasonably asked for my friend’s address.
However, when I went in this week to ask them to stop forwarding my mail and resume delivering it to my home, they told me I needed to provide them with my friend’s address again.
Why? I’m asking for the mail that is addressed to me to be delivered to me. There’s no reason for them to need another address so they can not deliver mail there.
Check was made out incorrectly - it has my wife’s name on it, but she is not on the mortgage. Bank… another co-payee on the check… won’t accept it. BOO!
Call the insurance company. Their suggestion? “Are you planning on divorcing your wife? Because we have to make out the check to who is on the policy, including her, and we can’t just remove her from the policy without reason.” BOO!
(They also suggest that I write “Void” all over the check, which I did.)
Then I go back to the bank, find someone with real authority, and they are like “Yeah, our original advice was stupid, we can endorse it.” YAY!
Except… on the advice of the insurance carrier… I have the word “void” written all over this thing. BOO!
So I have to take the check in tomorrow to my agent so he can verify that the damn thing was turned in and destroyed, before I can get a new check cut. FUCK!
I mentioned in another thread that I had ordered a replacement battery for my Kindle Paperwhite. It seemed like a smart and economical move compared to buying a whole new Kindle. Would you like to hear how this is going? Sure you would!
I received it yesterday. It’s the wrong fucking battery. Here I note, in the spirit of two rants in one, that whoever at Amazon decided it was a good idea for the Paperwhite 1 and Paperwhite 2 to use batteries that were exactly the same size and shape, had exactly the same mounting screwholes and exactly the same specs, but had a different number of electrical contacts that were differently aligned, such person needs to have BOTH batteries rammed up their ass sideways.
I sent an email to the support address telling them what happened, and meanwhile, continuing my policy of making only smart and economical moves (that needs to be read with the appropriate bitter sarcasm), I ordered another battery from a different place that was actually cheaper, and that seemed much more careful about specifying the exact part number they were selling. I figured it was more important to get the right battery, and sort out getting a refund from the first place later.
Then I get an email from the first place going “we’re so sorry, and we’re sending you the right battery right away”. They don’t even want the wrong one back. So now that complicates my plan of getting a refund. Meanwhile the other one I ordered is already on its way. So I’m probably going to end up with no less than three Kindle batteries, one of which is useless to me and the third of which is entirely unneeded. Perhaps, in the time-honored tradition of lithium-polymer batteries, one of them will explode while in storage and set fire to my house.
It’s almost 1 a.m. here, and after reading this thread, I’m craving chili and cornbread. And I don’t even like chili–at least, not the kind with beans in it. I hate beans.
I was setting up automatic payment for my rent. Somehow I must have clicked on “Submit” twice, because the management company withdrew the monthly rent twice on the same day. I would like to get one month’s rent back, please. Management: No can do, but hey, you won’t have to pay next month. Why can’t I get one rent payment back? “System won’t allow it.” :rolleyes: Right. I was kind of hoping to be able to eat between now and June 1st. Maybe chili (sans beans).
YOU PEOPLE NEED TO STOP DISSING ON ELTON JOHN, DAWGAMMIT!
Ever since y’all voted out Bach WAY TOO EARLY in my “greatest people in history thread” 7 years back, I’ve always looked askance at the Dope’s preferential music choices. All this does is confirm that most of y’all just suck.
My son is 13 today! I’m so excited for him. The reason I’m ranting is that this weekend is turning into a shitstorm of activity for just everyone. He had 3 friends coming over this evening. One of them - his best friend - backed out yesterday. Apparently his family was given hockey playoff tickets unexpectedly and decided they wanted to go to that instead. I honestly was more annoyed than my son was; however, I get it. For anyone else, this would be a dick move. It’s still kind of douchey, but…the dad has cancer and isn’t expected to live for longer than another 5 years and hockey is a big, big deal to the whole family and the likelihood of them ever getting to do this together again is zero to none. So I’ll indulge myself in a sulk and a mini-rant, but my initial “what the fuck” has worn off.
My other mini-rant is the shitstorm of activity. Originally this weekend was just my son’s birthday. His buddies are coming over tonight, playing laser tag, eating garbage and passing out whenever and we were going to recover all day tomorrow. But, the end of the school year/beginning of summer has struck. Tomorrow is going to be a blur of softball tournaments, recitals and scouting activities (one of which my son will be missing today). Sunday, our “free” day, is now a clusterfuck of similar actitivies plus a lunch I was going to with friends. Ordinarily I wouldn’t hope it’d rain, but it sure would be nice if that softball tournament wasn’t in the way. We’re gonna have to say no to something or someone is getting throatpunched.
My other, other mini-rant is that I worked from home so after my meetings I could clean and not have to deal with a commute. My husband, learning I’m working from home, has enthusiastically decided to join me. Fuck a duck, I wish he’d go to work. I have meetings from 9-1, and a sprinkling of meetings after. The man will be pestering me at 11 about what’s for lunch and talking to me endlessly in between my phone calls and the whole point of me working from home was to have some damn peace and quiet to get shit done. Oh, well - at least I get to work from home sometime, right?
So… you’re still trying to get over something in one of your threads on a messageboard seven years ago?
Now I feel better about my tendency to do that.
(But don’t misunderstand me, you take the weight off of me…
Oh, honey when they knocked on my door, I quoted JohnT)
