This last week felt like I’d moved to Total Drama Island† and all I wanted is some quiet normalcy this weekend.
But since we are moving into the final quarter of the weekend and I haven’t approached anything like normalcy yet, I guess I’ll just give up and go mow the lawn that no one seems to be able to.
† The primary driver of Total Drama Island will likely be posted in the future once some decisions are reached by the local governmental agencies tasks with those decisions.
BACK-TO-SCHOOL SALES ADS are rrrrrrrrrrreallly grinding my gears - like everything is NORMAL! What the jee-jiminy fuck?
Economy > kids
The economy is MOLOCH.
I take two weeks vacation.
The specific tasks that I asked people to get done are largely done.
The amorphous tasks that are generally indicated in a flow chart as MAGIC HAPPENS HERE haven’t been touched.
I should not have to hold hands. Sure, you don’t know how to do X, but neither do I. These people should generally know how I want things done, and I have never gotten upset if a task is completed in a way I may not have done it. As long as it is completed and done so in a supportable manner, I’m flexible.
Three high visibility projects ground to a complete halt while I was out. I’m honestly at a loss for words right now other than I’m going to have to be more managerial and I just hate it. There is too much on all of our collective plates for me to step out of my architect role to prod other people to do the parts of the job they may not be comfortable with.
Arrrrrrrrrgh.
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Back in March we had a special project. I made it very, very clear that when doing this, Step X was vitally important. I know people often skip Step X.
Now, working on invoicing that was unavoidably delayed, I see that Step X clearly wasn’t followed. This will take longer than 10x as long to fix than if they’d done it right in the first place.
And my supervisor wonders why offering me help can be perceived as a threat. This is why, especially since the person responsible for at least half of the damage has moved on and doesn’t need to take responsibility and clean it up.
I’m pissed that the person whose name is on our storage rental unit agreement let the account fall into arrears, completely unnecessarily, and didn’t ask me to make payments.
I’m pissed that it took an emergency for me to access his email account and see seven weeks ago that there was a lien on our unit and our possessions would be sold at auction.
I’m pissed that I can’t go across the international border (this is ‘non-essential travel’) and pick up the items myself. I’m pissed that I have to ask my recently acquired pen pals in the city where I used to live to help me out.
None of this had to happen. He could have told me in June, when he was walking and talking, and not leave it as a surprise for me six days before the locker must be cleaned out.
You are giving your friends an opportunity to show their love and support by helping.
True. My friends here in Canada, BC, and even in our strata have been superb and they know of our current predicament, which I won’t go into fully here. His parents have been good too.
But the great bulk of the legal and financial burdens are laid on the spouse, because “for better or for worse, in sickness and in health” et cetera.
Thankfully both emergencies I was beset with this morning are now resolved, I may have my gin and tonic in tranquility.
My husband promised he’d be the perfect husband when he came home from his vacation. He promised I’d get Saturday off. I had food poisoning Thursday, and he was great then. But last night, he watched Rick and Morty while I took care of the kids. He bought our daughter this art kit that really needs a lot of parental investment, and then took a nap while I did that all morning.
I’m so exhausted and so burnt out.
Shout out not to the one, but TWO fucking assholes who – on the one day I had to leave my apartment and go to the office while trying to heal up my back – decided to drive in dangerous and erratic fashion (stopping midway through turning right through an intersection that was utterly clear and pulling out from a stop-sign straight into oncoming traffic) which made me have to slam on the brakes and thus whiplash my back right back to where I started.
The first one wasn’t creeping forward, either. It was a dedicated right-hand merge lane at a T intersection and the green light for the left-hand turn was on. We were all accelerating from being stopped including her, when she suddenly felt the need to stop moving. It’s the equivalent of driving straight through an intersection and suddenly deciding to stop in the middle. Nobody stepped unexpectedly in front of her, there was no debris, she just stopped partway through then continued on her merry way.
May your pain resemble mine, fuckers.
That’s good to hear; I’m sorry that you’ve been going through needless extra stress on top of everything else.
Bought a shelving unit. Had to special order, because it’s “not sold in store.”
Open the shrink-wrap. Oddly, most of the pieces are loose inside, despite bits of the plastic matrix meant to hold them together being there, and clear evidence that they were once attached. Take a closer look and one of the corners where a support piece goes is entirely broken.
I was sold this as new, not “previously returned with damage.” I am willing to buy used, I am willing to accept “imperfect”, but when told this up bloody front. Not when I pay full fucking price for something and effort was made to hide the fact that it had previously been damaged.
And now I am fucking pissed, because it means I can’t move forward on this for about another two weeks while I try to either a) find something else (not easy at the dimensions I need) or b) they order me in a replacement that I can only hope isn’t in the same condition.
I do not need this kind of shit.
Questions that will be asked:
What are you going to do to compensate me for the time, effort and money it is costing me to return these goods to you?
What are you going to do to help ensure that this doesn’t simply get repackaged again, and sold to another unsuspecting customer?
Because this was obviously more than just an unpreventable accident. This was not a case of me mismeasuring or other fault of mine. This was deliberately resealed and sold as “new”. Not “refurbished”, not “as is”, but new, like it was straight from the factory. Had they sold it as-is at even a small discount, I might have gone for that and shrugged this off. But I do not like being deceived. So damn fucking right I will make a fuss.
My brother sending me links to retail sales associate jobs, like at Family Video, that aren’t located at most ten miles from my home. And he KNOWS I can’t lift more than five pounds - show me an RTA job that doesn’t require one to lift at least that much whenever necessary.
Oh yeah, and the fact that I don’t want to catch COVID-19 plays into this.
And I have told him before how I feel about working outside the home - the art gallery job he told me about caused me to do that. It’s like he doesn’t care enough to actually listen to me. When I told him, somewhat apologetically, about my decision not to go interview at the art gallery, he said I didn’t have to apologize, he was just trying to help. Well, it would help if he actually absorbed the words I say to him and what I’m trying to convey to him by saying them.
Workers down the street who turn the water off without notifying anyone.
So I’ve got an appointment to see an occupational therapist to see if she can help with my sensory issues.
Because the transportation website has been down, I’ve had to make another pain call to schedule. But because it’s now too late, since I’ve been trying to get through the website, I can’t schedule. So I’m in a lot of pain from that failed pain call, and I have to reschedule my appointment again. Guess what, even though they’re working with patients wih sensory issues, they only allow scheduling or rescheduling by pain call. So I’m in even more pain because of the reliance on pain. I’ve got a splitting earache in my right ear. Now the garbage truck has come and fired its own painbeaters. And I’ve still got to make another pain call to try to schedule the damned transportation. I am thoroughly sick of having to put myself through so many pains for so many things!