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[11 Mar 2008|12:36pm] |
< "vent" >
Why is it that every day simple activities are so impossible in my life? It's like I have to triple check every person. Nothing comes easily. My heat has been broken for 2 1/2 weeks. Do you know what your house smells like after you've had ceramic personal heaters warming the rooms for that long? It's not pleasant.
Aside from this, I have two packages I need to receive before Thursday. One and most importantly has been Jordan's hookah. It was trouble enough placing the order. First they didn't take Visa cards, then after I got my dads card they didn't accept credit card transactions in general because their system broke. So I had to e-mail. 2 e-mails later I'm still left in the dark so I finally call and place the order over the phone which took 30 minutes because the man couldn't speak English... but whatever, that part doesn't even matter. So he guarantees me it will be here in time. Of course, because of the track record with my luck recently, I don't believe him but yesterday I receive a card from the Post Office:
"Sorry We Missed You - We'll re-deliver.
Please specify where you would like us to leave the package.
If the box is checked, an agent must be present at the time of delivery to sign.
(the box - was UNchecked)."
I call the post office anyway asking if I can just come pick it up today. Of course not. Why? because the postman does not get back until 5 and they close at 5. So I'll just have to wait until they re-deliver tomorrow.
So I tape my fucking Post Office slip to the door with my signed name, printed name, address, and where to leave the box. The only thing exciting about skipping class and having to come back to wait for the heating guy (to come for the THIRD time) was knowing his hookah would be here. And of course, the slip is gone but there is NO HOOKAH. So I look in my mail box where the Post man has decided to NOW check the FUCKING box that says I need to be present to have it dropped off.
I'm - literally - going - to kill - someone. So I call the post office. "How can you not check off the box and then check it off the next day?" "I don't know" "And let me guess, I can't pick it up today because he won't be back till 5 and you close at 5" "Yes ma'am, but we can re-deliver it to you tomorrow" "I dont think you understand that I am never going to be here at the time you deliver because I am a student. Please write a message TO the postman saying to just leave the box THERE if he's not going to drop it off".
Of course I said this in much nicer terms because the bitch I'd like to imagine I am really only exists on the inside.
So I hang up the phone. I decide to eat the rest of my Quiznos sub in the fridge bc some guy harassed me all the way to my car to get my parking spot at school and as soon as I put my key in the ignition Ashly responded they were all going to lunch. I easily could have gotten out of my car and told the man I was no longer leaving but I knew he was flip a shit, so I just left.
Anyway - point being. I put out my food and get mauled by Dan's cat who NEEDS TO GO as much as I like her. She knocks over my glass of water onto my phone, flight itinerary for Friday that literally took WAY too much stress to get, and postal office card. In a fit, I throw my hands up in the air and scream at him which only causes him to run away, catching the band of my camera on his foot and causing it to go flying across the room.
Surprisingly enough - it's not broken.
I would like to know why the simple, expected things can't go right. Why did my insurance company not help with my heat? Why is Atlantic heating taking 2 1/2 weeks to fix my heat when Scott could do it in one night? why can't the fucking post man just leave my box and not have lied the day before about being able to drop it off? Why did my vaccume have to break? Why did I let the man in the car bother me so much I left my parking lot for leftover Quiznos? Why couldn't I just eat my leftovers meal without getting attacked by cats?
No really - is this all SO much to ask for? Heat during winter, a working vacuum (because it's still brand new!), a quiet meal, and mail.
WHY THE FUCK IS EVERYTHING SO HARD AND STRESSFUL.
< /vent. >
side note: I got an 83 on my Econ midterm.
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