It's either incompetence or theft, take your pick. Grumble grumble. I went to the post office and they said call the 800 number. Riiight. "What about the tracking number?" "That doesn't mean anything" "Can I get the number to the sort facility (the last place the package was) or will you call them?" "No." "What happens to lost or damaged packages?" "They are all shipped to [some place back east]. But your package doesn't say it was sent there." "So it's still in the Kent sorting facility." "We don't know that." "But the tracking number says that's where it was last seen." "Here's the form to request your package from [the place back east] that all damaged mail is sent." "But you said it wasn't scanned as being sent there." "I don't know where your package is." "Could someone in the Kent facility have stolen it?" "Here's the form to fill out if you think your package was stolen." "But that's the form if you think mail was stolen from your mailbox." "Yes." Sigh...
"It's a week until Christmas, don't make your procrastination the fault of those just trying to help." The words I wanted to scream yesterday. Another oft repeated situation: "The internet said it was here, so why isn't it here and do you price match?" {facepalm}
If I had a lot of money, I'd be headed for Florida after the holiday season ends, as I like warm weather a lot more than cold and snowy weather. And I'd stay in Florida for at least a month. But I don't have enough money to do so. Instead, I'll have to put up with yet another winter here in frigid Maine.
I'm in the opposite position. Not having a lot of money, but regardless of my wallet consider moving to a colder climate. I'm used to frost in the winter. Just as used to that as to sober people with clear judgmentality, and both seem temporarily out of order last few years, where I live or people just don't want me to worry because it wont freeze.
I'm not happy that it is supposed to be 50F here in Maine on Christmas Day. Normally I like warm weather. But not on Christmas Day.
Got a letter today saying I am denied succession rights to my apartment. This means I will be evicted from my home. I'm going to see a lawyer and find out if there's anything I can do. I tried talking to my mom about it but it just caused her lots of anger. She was diagnosed with Parkinson's two months ago and I want to count on her but I can't because of the stress. I don't have any friends I can count on. My date ditched me from meeting in person although I'd been communicating with him for three months. I've been sleeping more. I know I'm depressed. I feel alternately weepy or emotionally numb. No matter what happened, I always had a safe place to myself where I could just exist. I'm so afraid of not having that anymore.
@edamame That's terrible! Isn't there any way to settle this with the landlord? Do you have other relatives who might be able to help you out? I hope you will find a new place to stay in asap if, indeed, you will be evicted. I can only imagine how stressful your situation is. Years ago, after I moved to the capital and left my family, friends and relatives behind, the only person I had was my then-bf now-hubbie. If things had gone south with him, I would've been all alone. It was a scary thought; no one to count on. One way or another, things will get better, though. Remember to give yourself a break every now and then. Allow yourself to not think about all that crap and focus on something nice that helps you to forget for a moment. A book, a movie, a daydream, something.
Adulthood means not looking at either your bank account or your grades until the new year in the hopes that it will magically sort itself out.
Awake at 3.30 in the morning, wide awake, when I'm meant to be driving to Newcastle in 3 and a half hours. Suspect THAT isn't going to happen. I hate driving when I haven't slept properly.
Thank you for your kind words! I went with my mother to hire a lawyer today. Hoping all works out. I feel bad for my mother, for still leaning on her even though she's ill, but I'm very grateful to have her. My stomach is still in knots and I can't sleep well, but I'm starting to think again that the New Year will be a better one than this year.
On the one hand I want to continue reading this book so badly, but on the other I don't want it to end...
Ugh, on the December 31st I got paid half my salary and today I got paid less than half of what's left! I'm so frustrated!! I definitely need a new job ASAP
Currently I'm not happy that at my volunteer job at a library today, some little kid left a dozen books on the floor. It's not the kid's fault, though. It's the parent who was with him that let him make this mess who was the ignorant one.
Helping out a friend with her newspaper delivery business, so I'll be driving around for four and a half hours in the morning with the car window open - zero degrees and twenty-one below wind chill.
Everybody at my school uses some type of racial or gender or sexual slur. Just, every damn person. Everywhere I look. Even the people who don't seem to be all that prejudiced do it. I'm fucking tired of this. I'm tired of trying to sift out all the real bigotry from the crap that people just fling around. It's fucking exhausting.
Be the change. Set the example by being the one who refuses to follow the herd. Before you know it, you will no longer be the sole example.
I HATE HATE HATE my job!!!!! no words in Fiction, foreign, or fantasy can describe how I loath my damn job.