Would that be UPS Mail Innovations? They suck. A small birthday gift I ordered on Monday is tied up in their innovative little system right now…I picked a shipping option with a good timeframe, but it’s becoming very obvious that the package won’t be delivered on time due to the extra transit time imposed by the handoff to the post office.
I don’t do anything that official - I check my account online and check over the info when I get the statement in hand to make sure nothing weird has gone on.
The stories mechanics could tell…I guess it’s better than pulling out a mess of squirrel. 
My car repair is waiting on a part that has to come in from the US. I am afraid that the Congressional Tantrum will delay it.
So who got the walnuts? You, or the mechanic? If the mechanic got them, I think that your bill should have had an offset.
I love this phrase and will work Congressional Tantrum into my conversations whenever possible.
You go, girl! 
It’s not that I know more than my doctor…I’m mostly pissed because some insurance company flunkie thinks that S/HE knows more than my doctor about what I need. I was lucky. The next person might lose a leg because the ulcer didn’t get treated properly and promptly.
Just as an FYI, if you get denied for something that you think should be covered, and that you need, call and check on why it was refused. I had a short job working with a durable medical equipment supplier. Denials could come from odd things like the doctor entering a diagnosis code that doesn’t match the insurance company’s OK list, while a very similar diagnosis code would match.
I don’t remember any of the codes now, I just remember calling doctor’s offices and asking if, the person wanting the cane could be said to have an “unsteady gait”? Because saying that they’re old doesn’t cut it. Sometimes it felt like having to know the magic words.
Probably. I just think it’s stupid that in this day and age (get off my lawn!!), they have to use such a stupid and archaic system.
Thanks for posting this. I’m keeping it in mind for future reference.
Thank you for this. I’ll keep it in mind, because this isn’t the first time something like this has happened.
I now have a ZipLoc with what appears to be pieces of at least three walnuts. When the mechanic handed it to me, I know I had a “really?” face. He thought it was a hoot. Good thing I like him.
Another minirant - got another tattoo this past Saturday. It’s at the peeling stage, which means it itches like a summabitch. Itchy itchy itchy. Like a dumbass, I scratched it without thinking. Now it’s itchy owie itchy.
Speaking of itching, this past Monday I went out in the garden to pick the last of the vegetables (carrots were all that was left) and was trimming the tops and getting eaten alive by mosquitoes. Mostly around the ankles. And, since the days are so short now, the activity seemed to increase the darker it got. My lower legs, especially the ankles, look like they have measles. The itching has finally subsided today.
So I was at a four way stop, turning left. Truck on right was there first and went thru, I start to go when idiot woman behind the truck went because she counted the stop behind the truck as hers. I tapped my horn and got the “bird” from bitch. I HATE it when at a four way stop if you think stopping behind a vehicle Dose not count as your stop at the stop sign…grumble …
I was closely tailgated by an idiot on a winding suburban street. Very close; within one-half of a car length. Very unsafe and rude.
When I got home, some asshole had parked in my assigned space. Because it’s the Octoberfest, parking is hard to find. It forced me to park three blocks away.
But…a nice chap held the door open for me at the Post Office, and this assures me that ordinary common decency isn’t extinct quite yet.
I tried an afterbite solution this summer that actually worked - it had ammonia in it, so it stank pretty bad, but the itching subsided immediately, and stayed gone for a good long time.
eenerms, some days I feel like the last person in Calgary who knows how you’re supposed to do a four-way stop - you come to a FULL STOP, then the first person to come to a FULL STOP is the first person to go. If you both stop at the same time, the person on the right goes first. The rules everyone else are using are don’t stop at all and just keep going, and the largest vehicle has right of way.
This is not a new rant. We’ve all heard it before, but still…
I get that women’s sizes aren’t set in stone.
I get that even within a particular line or designer, sizes vary.
I get that relaxed fit and skinny jeans that are the same designer and line will fit differently.
What I don’t get is how come the same jeans in the same exact brand and style, but different color are so different in size that I cannot even button them.
See I’ve lost a lot of weight over the last year and a half, around 75 lbs. I’m really excited to be wearing super cute, normal size-range jean. I was at Kohl’s and found the Levi’s Mid-rise Skinny jean. They only had the lighter of the two blue color in my size (I need a short), so I got those and ordered the dk blue and black. They came today. The dark blue fits great, just like the lighter blue. I can barely get the black ones on and there’s no way in hell they’re getting buttoned and zipped. Not even when I laid down on my bed like we used to do in the 70’s and 80’s to get our Dittos zipped up.
I’m really bummed. I have about 25 more pounds to lose so I’m not returning them. I think they’ll fit when I drop the next 10 or so. But still! So bummed!
I pit the government shut down. I feel very fortunate to work in the private sector and still have a job; however, part of what my organization does depends upon the federal government’s ability to accept data. They’re not accepting it for Medicare, which means that the federal website for Medicare may well be completely out of date by the time open enrollment opens.
See, Medicare is technically an essential function - processing Medicare claims that is. Apparently providing others with accurate data so they can choose which plan to use to process their claims is not.
Happens with all kinds of stuff: the code under which I’m set up as self-employed has a very simple tax setup and uses simplified accounting; the one the Central Treasury would like me to use (but I’m not required to because I got set up before those new codes came out, nyah nyah, plus anyway they’re not my Treasury) would require about ten times the paperwork and a complete accounting setup: GL, P&L… the works. Right now my accounting consists of pulling out the report from my “professional bank account”, adding receiveds (that goes under “income”) and adding payments (that goes under “expenses, other”).
I don’t know if I’ve ever had black jeans that weren’t smaller than the blue ones of identical make and size. I’ve always wondered why that is.
And congratulations on your weight loss! 75 pounds is quite an accomplishment!
Yes, Rhiannon8404 congrats!!! That must have been a big life change for you, I’ll bet you look fab in your fitting jeans
I’m in total agreement with your size rant. Its got a good beat and we can all dance to it because we know the steps so well.
I once made the mistake of buying 5 shirts without trying them all on. Same maker, same shelf, same price, everything the same but the color. I took them home, washed and ironed them and hung them in my closet, foolishly expecting them all to fit when I put them on in the morning. I had to return 3 of them.
Have you put your hands in the pockets yet? I really hates it when I buy the perfect pair of jeans and they have those useless 2 inch deep pockets. Women use pockets too, designers!!!
My rant: Steve the feral cat has deceided that he doesn’t like Buttercup the dog. I have no idea why, Buttercup doesn’t mess with him or his stuff. Steve gets under the furniture and ignores people and cats, but if our poor dog gets close, he snarls at her and slashes demon fast claws at her ankles and toes.
Tonight, Bill patted the couch next to him and called her and she stopped to look under it before she cuddled with him. This just isn’t working, we are going to start keeping the door shut so Steve can’t come down the stairs to terrorize her.
At least Buttercup isn’t afraid of all cats. She’s BFF with Lucky, but Bill says that’s because dogs like the smell of garbage.
One of my ongoing peeves in life. We don’t always WANT to HAVE to carry a purse, designers!
I firmly believe the fashion industry is run by pseudo-male extraterrestrials with a major hatred of human women and a shaky grasp of anatomy (especially when it comes to shoes).