和 敬 西 洋

More disappointment
With the world of the dollar
All hail economics
Even if there's censorship-
It's not like those queers will care.

I'm feeling more than a bit let down with the large corporations in today's world, and Amazon.com's latest thing has REALLY surprised me. Part of me is debating sending back the books I received just last week with a note, but I realize the handful of bucks it took me hours to earn to pay for them isn't going to mean shite for the poor warehouse sod tasked with inventorying it. And they don't read their feedback on cancelled orders ( I know, I've written long missives).

So... I guess it's offering emailed links to the Rachel Maddow show and sending angry emails to Amazon's customer service, instead.

And Google bombing, because now I know what that is and I feel like I need a little rainbow shooting star and happy chimes. "The More you know. o/`"

I have to wait until tomorrow to hear back from Aromaleigh (who are being awesome about all of this, and I feel bad that my first-time-customer-ness is tainted by this whole kerfuffle), but I didn't pull any punches (or many four-letter words) in my complaint on usps.com - if they've "never" had a problem with this carrier, they're going to have one now, because I don't appreciate my $50 order being marked as delivered and the carrier LYING about it fitting in my locked mailbox. Dude, it fit through the slot or it didn't. If it did, it goes into the locked box and I'm the only one who can open it. It isn't there. Therefore, it didn't go in and you're a lying, lazy sack of shit. Mom and I have decided that even if it belongs to the neighbors and winds up in our box, we're driving to the post office to formally let them know it was mis-delivered mail, now. Fuck with our mail and we fuck with your error rate, dude. Because really? A magazine getting mis-placed once in a while makes sense. An insured package with delivery confirmation? Someone JUST MIGHT be paying attention to that - screw with the small bits if you must. Not the big ones.


My mood about all of this is REALLY not helped by the throbbing sinus headache I've had all weekend, which antihistamines, sudafed, and advil have made NO dent in. Rrrgh! I hate allergies.

Guh. I've been managing anywhere from 12-14 hours of sleep a night and I STILL feel like warmed-over-death. Fuck. AND I have a test on Wednesday in accounting, so even though Monday's a holiday, I may wind up calling in sick Tuesday, or at least showing up late. Waah. I want this plague stuff OUT of me already. It's gone from a head cold to a head cold with flu, to a head cold with flu AND GI upset. If I come down with measles next, I will be sorely disappointed.

Also, Tuesday night is a Tea lesson, and I earlier expressed my preference for being a guest at the 22nd fundraiser, rather than staff. We'll see how much shit I get for this one. Because the other option is simply not going, since it's $45-$50 per person. I don't really have $45 lying around, anyway. Furthermore, an all-day stress-out on Sunday means Monday is going to suck mightily, and with my work on going UP the corporate ladder, I really can't afford to have any bad days between now and April.

So. Sunday the 22nd just may be a sleep-in day. Because while the food is FANTASTIC, the amount of stress and my-feet-are-killing-me is NOT worth it. [Which means the two ochakai I attend in any given year will shrink to one, the Zenshuji event, which is one where I can be a guest and do nothing but eat and drink.]

I feel lousy. Called in sick on Friday, because Thursday afternoon was an exercise in dizzy misery, and have spent the entire weekend either in bed sleeping or on the couch not-moving while watching whatever DVDs are handy. I'm not so sick I can't go in Monday, I think - by tomorrow, I should be just a congested mess, and I'm armed with a big fuckoff bottle of hand sanitizer, so... boo. I still feel ache-y and thick-headed, though. I may try going in on Monday and then just giving up and coming home if I'm not up to the task of sitting in a chair for 8 hours dealing with other people's bullshit delegation.

We'll see how I feel tomorrow morning, though - I have 90+ hours of PTO saved up. It wouldn't hurt me to use 16 of them. x.x

Mostly, I'm getting fed up with the sinus headaches - I'm taking enough Sudafed (and Friday, antihistamines, thank you Santa Ana winds) to clear the nasal passages of a Clydesdale and still just feel kinda... stuffed. And I'm starting to get congested in my chest, too. Boo. (Mucinex is EXPENSIVE. Jeebus. I bought Mom a box because she's been sick for three weeks now, and it was pricier than all the other crap in my shopping cart combined.)

So. Season 1 of Weeds has been watched, and while it's entertaining, it doesn't seem to either hit the dark funny of Dead Like Me or the sappy stuff of Gilmore Girls - it's sort of wandering in between, though those are the two shows it most reminds me of, in tone and style. It gets a big 'meh'. I have season two to watch, as Season Three is our next movie lunch during the week.

*thud*

I'm doing a little better with my eBay problem - I've only bought four obi (all for $5 or less, before shipping) in the last month and have paid for two of those. (It used to be about four a week... I'm working on it.) The other two are from the same seller who can't seem to respond to my request for a shipping total. Oy. (Which bugs me, because they're gorgeous black silk with embroidery, and I wants them, preciousssss.) I think, once I've paid the last seller for my stuff, I'm just going to do my best to NOT log in and see what's available. (You're only missing out on the bargains if you have the money to spend. You're only missing out on the bargains if you have the money to spend. You're only missing out on the bargains if you have the money to spend. You're only missing out on the bargains if you have the money to spend. ...)


In other news, Willow got a trip to the vet yesterday and is probably going to cost us about $600 before that's done, plus another $100 a month in medicines if we have to treat her for things. Oy. (She's been causing a ruckus every few hours at night all week, and we were worried it's a bladder infection or something, but she seems fine all day to just sit. I think she's just getting more blind and panicking when she can't find a human somewhere - she's a remarkably cuddly dog. Dad held her for hours at a time when she was a puppy, so now she's just used to being in contact with someone for at least some part of the day. Either way, I got to dig out the dog crates from the attic yesterday and clean them off and put them back together, because Fanny follows Willow and marks territory EVERYWHERE. So. Now they get boxed up like donuts at night. Fanny is Not Okay With This and apparently screamed herself hoarse last night. I slept through it. Oh well. She's peed on my stuff one too many times for me to really care about her comfort anymore. :P )

The stomach cramps I have been getting all afternoon are NOT COOL, yo. *hurk*

I'd really rather be sick tomorrow and miss Tea (and thus, lose out on some $$) than be sick today and have to miss sewing class. If my innards don't get it together soon, though, walking from the car to the classroom will be a challenge of epic proportions. Guh. We actually start working with fabric tonight, too. Bah. Humbug, even.  (Which reminds me, I need to buy m'self a second bobbin or three sometime when I have cash handy, and buy a few more thread colors to work with.)

Gnar.


Mom's head-coldy-thingy seems to be catching, as I now have a head-splody-pained thing going. Ow. Sinus headache. >.< *izded*

*huffs more Tushnamatay in hopes the magick of BPAL will cure her!*

*botches the rolls for huff, fortitude, and save*

... fuck. I guess I better stock up on sudafed soon.
[And dig out my game stuff at some point.]

Oh, and lord_sojourn, I still wanna hire Vegas call girls for a night of gaming, so save up, yo! ^___^