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Jan. 23rd, 2014
I made myself get up at 6 this morning. It's both in training for tomorrow and punishment for yesterday. There is no excuse acceptable for me to have slept through the alarm yesterday.
When I was working I was always in the office or, when I telecommuted, 'on duty' at least an hour, often 2, before required. I loved getting started before everyone else. I even did it in high school and I hated high school. So, now, to not even be able to get up for fun is ridiculous. (I should note that while I never minded getting up and started early, I am always the first to flake. I don't know how to nap so I crash early in the day and call it a night sometimes when it's not even fully dark yet (note... here in the Northwest, fully dark can be as late as 10 pm).
So sleeping through the morning swim will simply not happen again.
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I actually have a meeting today. My brother is having a Hangout meeting with his web guy and his SEO guy and his consultant guy (I think one of those 'guys' is actually of the female persuasion) and he asked me to sit in. I'll be listening and not participating but I think it might be interesting. It also might be incredibly frustrating. It's the kind of meeting I've run millions of times and I know how to do it. What I don't know, I'm afraid, is how not to do it! It's not my job or place to stick my nose in how or what they are doing. If they go way off the rails, I might say something privately to my brother, but it's not my business, it's not my job, I'm only there to gather info in case they need me to do data entry later. It was nice of him to invite me. He knows I'm interested. He knows I'm nosy.
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Before the meeting I have swimming at 11. Before swimming, I need to get gas. I hate getting gas. I hate gas stations. I hate standing there. I don't go to the pool up on the northside any more, but one great thing about it was that there was a very simple, old fashioned neighborhood service station there. It was simple, it was easy. I loved it. Now, today, I'll have to go find some mini mart station. They all have a gazillion pumps with complicated rules and scary people in giant big tired vehicles. Ugh. Happily, my tank is small so even when it's low, it doesn't take too long to fill up. It is pretty darned low now meaning I need to bite the bullet and fill 'er up.
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The resident manager for this condo is leaving today. He actually left a few weeks ago and his son, who had been the custodian, took over management temporarily. But, now they've actually hired a replacement so the old manager and his son are moving out. The end of an era. There's going to be some changes 'round here. Should be interesting.
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I have a very very fluffy duvet on my bed right now. Zoey loves to get lost in the mounds of fluff. Without her bell, especially at night, I never know if she's on the bed lost in the covers or not so she gets kicked out fairly frequently, but she keeps coming back. Her favorite latest trick is to come back and settle in just as I am getting ready to make the bed. She just did that so it must be make the bed time!
When I was working I was always in the office or, when I telecommuted, 'on duty' at least an hour, often 2, before required. I loved getting started before everyone else. I even did it in high school and I hated high school. So, now, to not even be able to get up for fun is ridiculous. (I should note that while I never minded getting up and started early, I am always the first to flake. I don't know how to nap so I crash early in the day and call it a night sometimes when it's not even fully dark yet (note... here in the Northwest, fully dark can be as late as 10 pm).
So sleeping through the morning swim will simply not happen again.
---
I actually have a meeting today. My brother is having a Hangout meeting with his web guy and his SEO guy and his consultant guy (I think one of those 'guys' is actually of the female persuasion) and he asked me to sit in. I'll be listening and not participating but I think it might be interesting. It also might be incredibly frustrating. It's the kind of meeting I've run millions of times and I know how to do it. What I don't know, I'm afraid, is how not to do it! It's not my job or place to stick my nose in how or what they are doing. If they go way off the rails, I might say something privately to my brother, but it's not my business, it's not my job, I'm only there to gather info in case they need me to do data entry later. It was nice of him to invite me. He knows I'm interested. He knows I'm nosy.
---
Before the meeting I have swimming at 11. Before swimming, I need to get gas. I hate getting gas. I hate gas stations. I hate standing there. I don't go to the pool up on the northside any more, but one great thing about it was that there was a very simple, old fashioned neighborhood service station there. It was simple, it was easy. I loved it. Now, today, I'll have to go find some mini mart station. They all have a gazillion pumps with complicated rules and scary people in giant big tired vehicles. Ugh. Happily, my tank is small so even when it's low, it doesn't take too long to fill up. It is pretty darned low now meaning I need to bite the bullet and fill 'er up.
---
The resident manager for this condo is leaving today. He actually left a few weeks ago and his son, who had been the custodian, took over management temporarily. But, now they've actually hired a replacement so the old manager and his son are moving out. The end of an era. There's going to be some changes 'round here. Should be interesting.
---
I have a very very fluffy duvet on my bed right now. Zoey loves to get lost in the mounds of fluff. Without her bell, especially at night, I never know if she's on the bed lost in the covers or not so she gets kicked out fairly frequently, but she keeps coming back. Her favorite latest trick is to come back and settle in just as I am getting ready to make the bed. She just did that so it must be make the bed time!
Covered in Misstep Dust
Jan. 23rd, 2014 01:41 pmI woke up pissed about Matt the bed salesman. I'm sick and tired of trying to drag info out of him. He will be getting - or already got - a huge commission from my sale. I could have gotten better service buying it online.
When I got to the pool I ran in to Julie who had told me that she loves the place for their great service. I told her my story and she was very shocked to hear it. I composed a letter to the owner during my swim.
My friend Madeline, who comes in at noon for the aqua aerobics class came over to the side of the pool when she got there and asked if I wanted to go out for coffee after her class. She said she could even leave early if I wanted. I told her it was a great idea but not today. I had a conference call I had to get home for. We agreed maybe next week.
I got out of the pool after my swim and checked my iPod shuffle - 25% battery left. So I clipped it to my cap and went to take a shower. I keep all my swim stuff together in a duffle bag that stays in the car except for my cap and suit and towel. Those all come up with me so I can hang them to dry.
When I get home, as usual, I dump my wets in the bedroom and eat lunch first. I checked my messages to see the conference call has been canceled and rescheduled for tomorrow. Sigh. I eat lunch. I go into the bedroom to hang up the swim stuff and get the Shuffle to charge it and put new music on it... It's not there. It's not on the cap. It's not in my pocket. It's not in the towel or on my suit. It's not in any one of the four pockets of my vest. CRAP!! I rechecked everything a half dozen times and decide that it fell off in the locker room.
I go downstairs to the car and double check all that crap, not there. So I fire up the car to go back to the pool. Coming out of the garage, I think the tires feel weird. I pull over and get out and check them all. They look fine. Whew.
Back in the car, put on my seatbelt. That damn thing is cutting into my neck. Oh. Wait. No. The iPod Shuffle is clipped to the neck of my shirt. Whew. Back in the car, back into the garage back up here to home.
Music swapped out and the shuffle is getting charged. I'm trying to see what I can fuck up next.
Time to write that letter.
Edit: Wrote the letter.
When I got to the pool I ran in to Julie who had told me that she loves the place for their great service. I told her my story and she was very shocked to hear it. I composed a letter to the owner during my swim.
My friend Madeline, who comes in at noon for the aqua aerobics class came over to the side of the pool when she got there and asked if I wanted to go out for coffee after her class. She said she could even leave early if I wanted. I told her it was a great idea but not today. I had a conference call I had to get home for. We agreed maybe next week.
I got out of the pool after my swim and checked my iPod shuffle - 25% battery left. So I clipped it to my cap and went to take a shower. I keep all my swim stuff together in a duffle bag that stays in the car except for my cap and suit and towel. Those all come up with me so I can hang them to dry.
When I get home, as usual, I dump my wets in the bedroom and eat lunch first. I checked my messages to see the conference call has been canceled and rescheduled for tomorrow. Sigh. I eat lunch. I go into the bedroom to hang up the swim stuff and get the Shuffle to charge it and put new music on it... It's not there. It's not on the cap. It's not in my pocket. It's not in the towel or on my suit. It's not in any one of the four pockets of my vest. CRAP!! I rechecked everything a half dozen times and decide that it fell off in the locker room.
I go downstairs to the car and double check all that crap, not there. So I fire up the car to go back to the pool. Coming out of the garage, I think the tires feel weird. I pull over and get out and check them all. They look fine. Whew.
Back in the car, put on my seatbelt. That damn thing is cutting into my neck. Oh. Wait. No. The iPod Shuffle is clipped to the neck of my shirt. Whew. Back in the car, back into the garage back up here to home.
Music swapped out and the shuffle is getting charged. I'm trying to see what I can fuck up next.
Time to write that letter.
Edit: Wrote the letter.
Dear Bedrooms and More,
I'll skip to the chase. I am not getting the customer service I expect when I spend $4,543.06. It's ok, I'm not going to cancel my order and at my age, I'm not likely to be buying another bed. So you aren't going to suffer any consequences. But I just want you to know. And I'd like to get a confirmation of my desired delivery time of first delivery after 8:30 on Monday, February 3rd.
I'm attaching the receipt so you will have the order information.
Here are the details.
Sunday, January 12. I walked into your store wanting to buy an adjustable bed. I was hooked up with Matt who was very nice, gave me the information I needed and the quote. He explained it would take a couple of weeks to get after my order was placed and I explained that I was restricted to deliveries ONLY Monday-Friday from 8-5 and had to make a reservation ahead of time for the elevator. He allowed as how that would not be a problem. There was a question about measurements and I told him I'd go home and take photos and send them. I did. I heard nothing.
Monday, January 13. I called and left a message asking him to call me. I heard nothing.
Tuesday, January 14. I heard nothing.
Wednesday, January 15. I called again. I left another message. I heard nothing. I sent an email begging him to call and finally he did. I bought the bed. He promised to get back in touch on Thursday with the ETA and delivery times.
Thursday, January 16. I heard nothing.
Friday, January 17. I heard nothing.
Saturday, January 18. I heard nothing.
Sunday, January 19. I sent another email begging for information and he replied and said he would let me know Monday.
Monday, January 20. I heard nothing.
Tuesday, January 21. I sent another email begging for information and he replied saying the bed would be delivered on Saturday or Sunday. I sent him an instant reply reminding him that I could NOT take any deliveries on the weekend and requesting an 8:30 am delivery on Monday, February 3rd.
Wednesday, January 21. I heard nothing.
Thursday, January 22. I have heard nothing so I am trying a new tact.
I think spending this kind of money rates just a little more respect. If he does not know the information and/or is going to be out and/or can't deliver, why can't he take 1 minute and send me a note saying that?
I need to make a reservation on my end to accept delivery. I do not have the information I requested and needed to make that reservation.
I'm really frustrated. Can someone there, please tell me if you can deliver my bed on February 3rd, first thing? OR if not, please tell me when - M-F, 8:30-5 pm - you can deliver it?
Thank you, Susan Dennis
At least now I feel better.
At least now I feel better.
Realizing that my email to info@thenowinfamousbedstore could go to spam or could be ignored, I printed it out and sent a copy via postal mail. Now, I am done.
Plus bigger news on the obsessive front! The apartment right across from me - the one that has been empty since it was built, the one I can see most clearly right into... is being cleaned for its first tenant!!!! Oh I am so happy. The New Guy who moved in under my sweet Bear Guy pulled his blinds down a couple of days ago and hasn't had them up since. That's just rude and mean.
Wonder who's moving in?? wonder if they have cool stuff and do fun things. My best view is right into their very small livingroom/kitchen. I'm so jazzed.
Plus bigger news on the obsessive front! The apartment right across from me - the one that has been empty since it was built, the one I can see most clearly right into... is being cleaned for its first tenant!!!! Oh I am so happy. The New Guy who moved in under my sweet Bear Guy pulled his blinds down a couple of days ago and hasn't had them up since. That's just rude and mean.
Wonder who's moving in?? wonder if they have cool stuff and do fun things. My best view is right into their very small livingroom/kitchen. I'm so jazzed.
It's me not you
Jan. 23rd, 2014 05:44 pmOn black Friday there was a swim site offering a good deal (%15 off/free shipping) on my favorite goggles. I ordered 4 pair. Figured they would last me more than a year. Shortly after I ordered, they called to say they only had 1 pair. They would order more but they wouldn't be here by Christmas. I said, no biggie. I wouldn't even need them before about March.
Several January weeks went by and I hadn't heard anything. I wrote and asked what the deal was. I figured I'd order a pair from Amazon if they were not going to ship after all. I like to keep a backup pair.
I got a fast response saying they still didn't have any. She said that she did have other colors. I replied that I'd happily take whatever color she had as long as the lens is clear. She replied they all had clear lenses. I said send 'em! She popped them into the mail - 2 day express. They arrive. 2 have clear lenses but the other 2 are tinted.
Is it Fuck with SusanDennis Week and I just missed the memo?????
Several January weeks went by and I hadn't heard anything. I wrote and asked what the deal was. I figured I'd order a pair from Amazon if they were not going to ship after all. I like to keep a backup pair.
I got a fast response saying they still didn't have any. She said that she did have other colors. I replied that I'd happily take whatever color she had as long as the lens is clear. She replied they all had clear lenses. I said send 'em! She popped them into the mail - 2 day express. They arrive. 2 have clear lenses but the other 2 are tinted.
Is it Fuck with SusanDennis Week and I just missed the memo?????
Bed update
Jan. 23rd, 2014 07:42 pmI got a lovely (really nice) email from the store manager who promises to nail me down a date/time as soon as she can get the factory on the phone tomorrow and I believe she will do it. Her letter was exactly the right words and tone. I feel better. Way better.