I just went to the post office an hour ago. I was the only one there, so it all went smoothly. I even got a sheet of Batman stamps!
Relatedly, I am patting myself on the back for finally exchanging Lands End gloves that are too large. I am amazed by their "return any time, for any reason" policy, but also grateful, because I got these gloves for Christmas last year. But my mom kept the packaging and gave it to me...and I promptly tossed it on the Pile Of Stuff I Should Do Something About Someday. And then, of course, spring and summer rolled around and I didn't think about it.
Once it got cold, I realized I would need new gloves that fit, and I was going to donate the large ones to Goodwill, until I checked the packing slip on a whim, because I vaguely remembered their "return any time, for any reason" policy. So those gloves are now headed back, after 11 months of just sitting around.
I just had a full on omgwtfpeople moment that involved yelling at my monitor.
You drop something for 6 months and then pick it up again as if it is urgent?
Even worse since it is a request for something that will be made redundant in about 4 months and we wouldn't have resources even if it was urgent and JESUS CHRIST HAVE THESE PEOPLE NOT BEEN PAYING ATTENTION THE PAST 6 MONTHS. Oh yeah, they never manage to make the meeting that exists for the sole purpose of getting information like this.
Boss almost let me answer with a flat NO, but our better angels used more words.
I stay put for my hour lunch. I don't want to schlepp out to my car, drive off somewhere, fight the rest of the lunchtime crowd, drive back, try to find a new parking space, then schlepp back to my desk. I play the Internet stuff I'm not afraid to have management see, eat leisurely, and read.
I never understand how people at the airport seem completely befuddled by TSA policies that have been in place 10 or 15 years at this point.
If you worked at a public library, you would no longer be surprised by anything clueless anyone did. People are so much crazier than I had any idea, even the ones who are technically sane.
Dana - I wish there ways a "You know the drill, keep it moving" line. And a "I've never flow before or have the memory of a goldfish, take my hand and walk me through this" line.
I do everything I can to avoid the P.O., but I had to send something certified mail.
Today I talked with customer service people for 20 minutes and filled out pages of a confusing but important form, then mailed it. I registered Mr Peabody with the county.
That's enough for one day, right?
Ginger, you've accomplished more than enough.
Stabbing people because they're smooshy and they look like they'd make an amusing noise is a bad thing, right? These thoughtful moods take me sometimes, and I have to move sharp items out of easy reach.
Menopause, you were supposed to do good things regarding these intermitten psychopathic leanings.
Thank you, Toddson.
I have often said there should be "I know what the fuck I'm doing lines" at the airport. I may have said that out loud the time I was behind a guy who took one coin at a time out of his pockets until he could get past the metal detector.
