It's Essie Clutch Me If You Can, I believe.

Thanks!

Just got to spend time with kat and K and Noah, who's getting very big and mobile and even more flirty. Well worth it despite my exhaustion.

Everyone prefers the kitten's food to their own. Except the kitten, Loki. I swear. And he's the only one who can eat anything. I just hope Dev's stomach doesn't erupt again.

Apparently, I am going to have highlights whether I want or not. The aggressive white hairs dye, just not as dark. Eh, it's fine by me, just there are more of them now. It's only noticeable to me (I know where they are.)

Cool ice.

This might just satisfy my dragonfly desires once and for all.

"Help the sick? Give to the poor? Huh?.... Kill the socialist!"

Anne, I think I want to marry you.

Huh. Well, I now need to sing the praises of The Company Store (not that I had anything but good to say about it before.)

I let them know that the package had indeed been stolen from the premises and included my correspondence with USPS. They offered to reship it at no additional cost. That's right, they are replacing something that was stolen through no fault of theirs. !!!

So, I've taken them up on that (I almost feel guilty,) with a request they ask for signature upon delivery, which means it will stay at the post office (unless my carrier is a real shit in which case there will be documentation to go after the post office and the supervisor already sounded really unhappy.)

Hopefully I'll get these damned sheets eventually.

I'm really surprised. I let them know out of courtesy (so they could close the call.) I wasn't expecting that.

So, The Company Store and their customer support? Rock.

I was in the FAC during the 2000 election, and I remember people praying so hard I thought they would sweat blood, begging God to "open the eyes of people's hearts" (real quote) and lead them to vote for Dubya.

And all I could think was, there were people probably praying just as hard for Gore to win, so -- whose prayers does God listen to? None of them? All of them? Does he/she/it just listen to them all and then point and laugh?

Although I'll admit, for the past 2 weeks or so, I've been praying -- actual talking to God/universe/etc. -- that this vile hatred that the McCain/Palin camp is fomenting doesn't lead to violence towards Obama or his family or his supporters.

I admit it, the more disgusting hatred that keeps coming up, the harder I pray that Obama is kept safe. Because this shit is INSANE.

Huh. Well, I now need to sing the praises of The Company Store (not that I had anything but good to say about it before.)

I let them know that the package had indeed been stolen from the premises and included my correspondence with USPS. They offered to reship it at no additional cost. That's right, they are replacing something that was stolen through no fault of theirs. !!!

A couple of months ago, I placed an order with drugstore.com because they were the only place that had the mascara I wanted (no B&M store near me carried it). So I also ordered claritin and ibuprofen.

When it was delivered to my office, the carrier (USPS, of course) just left it on the counter without talking to anyone -- although since it didn't require signature confirmation, they can do that.

I happened to be walking up front, and saw the box way over on the end of the counter, like it was dropped furtively. When I picked it up, THE BOX WAS OPEN. As in, the packing tape was ripped off totally and the box top was open.

Now, there's still the possibility that some jackhole in my office opened it, but honestly, the office is too small for that to go unnoticed/uncaught. So the USPS delivered a package that had clearly been opened prior to its final recipient.

The kicker was that both vats of drugs were in there, but the mascara -- the ONLY reason I placed the order in the first place -- was gone. ARRRRRRRGH.

I called drugstore.com, and told them that I wasn't blaming THEM, but that I wanted to register a complaint regarding their choice of delivery service. And the dude took down my story, and then asked me to tell him again which item it was that was missing. When I told him the mascara, he said, "Well, we'll have that sent out to you via 3-day shipping, at no charge."

It wasn't even their fault, and they sent me a new one. TOTALLY impressed.

The USPS, on the other hand, can suck my left one.

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Ww have been clicking and laughing for the last 20 minutes.

ETA: hooray for excellent customer service!

Yeah, I've got a hate for the USPS, even though the supervisor was indignant on my behalf. Pretty sure my brother's present to me was also stolen, though I didn't pursue that because life got crazy and I was travelling. My parents mail is routinely 7-10 days late. It takes 3 days for a letter from LA to get to me. 2 weeks to LC. It is so bad, Congresscritters got involved and the USPS Inspector General (I think?) was threatening to turn the entire city of LC's delivery service over to the El Paso, TX branch, an hour away.

When it works? It really does. It's kind of amazing. But when it doesn't, they really exemplify suckitude. They once shredded a certified delivery box of my stuff when I was in college. All that survived was a book, that had been wrapped in plastic and wrapping paper WITHIN the box. And of course, the $50 tucked inside was gone too.

The Company Store has got itself a repeat customer, though (my comforters are from them to begin with and I LOVE them.) I honestly planned to write it off, and wait to get over my disappointment before ordering again. Hell, I wasn't going to reorder, just give up. But now? I'll be sure to look to them when needing stuff they carry. I know that's totally their plan, and you know what? I'm fine with that. I'm all about rewarding good customer service (and I've got insane high standards about how that is defined. I got AWESOME customer service.) I'll just request special handling so my local USPS can't fuck it up. Lesson learned.

Scrappy, I just sent that to my brother.

My SIL is going to KILL ME.