Well, that answers the question of whether to ditch Walgreens (also awful) for CVS.
I take a stimulant medication they won’t fill until two days before I need it. There is always a delay. And I always go through withdrawal for one or several days while they get their shit together. Every. Fucking. Month.
Then there was the vaginal ring. Because it was prescribed continuously, I needed it every three weeks. So every three fucking weeks I had to request an early refill explaining that I need my medication now. They will only fill that one the literal day I need it. What the fuck do they think I’m doing, handing them out on street corners?
I finally just broke down and got the year-long one, but I’m sure I’m going to have a field day trying to get my refill nine months from now.
“In a world where John Cusack has three beautiful sisters who beat on him mercilessly every time his back is turned because he’s shopping on the computer…”
< Noise from his computer >
"I want my tax and shipping fees…! I want my tax and shipping fees…! I want my tax and shipping fees…! "
A bus comes to our building and picks us up for church. Theres at most, 7 of us, as a resident invited us. Its a great church.
One of the men who goes, from our building, ( as they pick a few others up from elsewhere) is not fun. Hes 80, rude, and many do not enjoy the ride because of him. He says this person we know is kookoo, he wants to punch someone, I gave a bag of cookies I got at church to another resident, who innocently mentioned, Suntan gave me these, and he said loudly, She didn’t give Me any! Hes also been heard once yelling a racist word at a family across the street…I don’t know what good he thinks church is doing, he doesn’t act like a christian.
I’ve had my best experience with locally owned pharmacies that aren’t chains. Though Walmart is the next best. They will text you to see if you want a refill, and it comes in at the right time.
Last year we refinanced our mortgage with Security Federal Bank, just prior to rate hikes. They instantly sold it to SunTrust, who was in the process of being swallowed up by Truist. A nuisance, mostly because I have a separate beef with Truist that’s not part of this tale, but which just adds to all this.
So I got a notice of an escrow update and our new mortgage payment. Usually it changes a bit, up or down, nothing horrible, at most I think has been $50 in all the years we’ve owned property.
Truist told me my payment was going up by $518.69 This arrived in my email while we were out of town, and I couldn’t really do much investigating - I just stewed over it.
Well, now I’m home and have done a very brief bit of research. Truist is estimating my new property tax payments at $3400+ . Last year we paid $1,097.85. THIS YEAR’S TAX BILL is listed at $1,095.90.
I hope to hell we qualify for paying our own tax and insurance and not needing escrow. I want as little to do with this damned bank as possible, and I’d go through the hassle of refi again to get away from them if the rates hadn’t gotten so much higher. Apparently they actually have Saturday hours for calls. I will be on the phone at 9:00:30, with a firm grip on my temper.
FWIW, CVS was / is flawless for all my current fairly ordinary meds. Back when my cancerous now-deceased first wife was on Fentanyl patches they had no problems keeping us supplied. That was pre-COVID but post- the Great Fentanyl Crisis.
My ex had bought me some nice sneakers (all I wear) last winter. I never rain protected them, but stayed out of mud; they looked good.
So yesterday I’m in the grocery store, getting spagetti sauce.
A member of The Committee was there, so he picked up a jar and promptly dropped it right next to me. My shoes now have splatters on them.
I thought my telephone appointment with my new therapist was next Saturday. It was today- that’s not my rant. She told me they were unable to verify my insurance. I called back and got a voice mail. I need therapy very badly. So after stress sleeping, I decided to watch some tv. I got just a blank grey screen. Eventually, the Channel Scan screen came on. I usually get 20 channels. This morning, I got 15. Now, afetr re scanning I get 20. But I’m missing channel 17 (one of the 5 major stations broadcast in Philly) I get 62.something PBS instead. Othe channels break up about once every ten seconds.
A friend of mine once joked that we two should start a marketing consultancy. Some major consumer products company could do away with all their focus groups, fancy market research, etc., and instead just ask us whether we loved or hated their proposed product. For one low fee in just a minute or two they’d get their answer.
If we loved it, they’d know they had a stinker on their hands they should cancel. And if we panned it, they’d know they had a sure-fire winner to greenlight ASAP for a massive profitable rollout.
The name of our proposed firm? “Kiss of Death Marketing.” Our secret to such clairvoyance? Just say what we genuinely thought. We were (are?) that out of step with the rest of Consumer America.
That reminds me of a writer friend of mine giving another writer friend feedback on her novel. “I absolutely despise this. It’s sure to be a best seller.”
Is it would be too much to ask you to put away your petty complaints about your bodily aches when visiting a family member who is under treatment for cancer?
It’s your little brother, you dickwad, he has a fucking serious cancer that has blown up inside his body and you are fucking boring us with your underwhelming saga about your goddamn problems you shit stain!
My water was barely warm enough to take a shower the last 3 days. Looks like the water heater is dying. It’s a 50-gallon gas heater, 11 years old. I’m not comfortable trying to work on it myself.
