My anxiety dream last night was an Instacart one, where I was attempting to follow shrift around the store to see how she did it, only to keep losing her.
I did finally get an Instacart mission which immediately went pear-shaped on me. Bananas that were completely green, packages that said they were what the customer requested but did not scan as such, bizarre connectivity problems inside the store that had the simple checklist app crashing repeatedly, then my PHONE wouldnt connect (and would barely text) inside the store which meant I had to leave the groceries and go outside, where it too me twenty minutes to get through because the number of the customer in the app was completely wrong (or somehow mixed up) so that I was calling a guy in CA.
I am never ever going back to that supermarket. If they want to send me to a Star, I'll go to the one in Porter Square where I know where everything is, the parking isn't crazy, and my phone works.
To top it off, I didn't get tipped for that delivery, either. People, this artisanal hand-delivered groceries, so pony up.
I'll give Instacart two more shifts to try, but I think I only made $15 for three+ hours of anxiety and frustration. I may be tired when I come off an Uber run, but at least I'm not emotionally frazzled and I'm feeling that I've made enough money to bother.
I've seen those pictures before, Toddson. I want to think it's cool and romantic, but it's a horror movie set to me. I think it's the emptiness.
Though it would be a terrific episode of Supernatural.
Toddson, wow indeed! How cool that would have been, to dance there.
Petsitter emailed me finally, I have an unexpected credit with them that almost covers this trip. Cool. Doctor called me back, test results not particularly good but not deadly bad either. High cholesterol, pre-diabetic, high hematocrit. Can deal. Can probably fix, even, at this point. Should really learn to cook, for real. I don't even know what hematocrit is.
After a nice warm shower, I feel some better. Maybe tomorrow will go better.
A high hematocrit sounds like heaven to me. You have red blood cells! Many red blood cells! Okay, maybe too many red blood cells.
I'm glad you're feeling better, Theodosia.
I just made clam chowder from scratch for the first time today. It turned out pretty well, if I do say so myself. I used this recipe: [link] However, I used half and half instead of full on cream and added some chopped carrots for color (so it's health food now, I guess).
my brief Goth-before-Goths-were-cool period.
I had one of those, plus "how do you goth while black???". I do follow the "so goth I'm black" tumblr, and I see I have no imagination.
I was listed on the goth usenet Goth Sites info for a while. I mean, my website was.
eta:
all of the songs
"Me and the crew used to do her." Go!
A high hematocrit sounds like heaven to me. You have red blood cells! Many red blood cells! Okay, maybe too many red blood cells.
We need a red blood cell exchange program. We could call it "transfusion". No, wait, that's something else.
Too many red blood cells means not enough oxygen, I think. Must breathe more. Ah, asthma.
"Me and the crew used to do her." Go!
Okay, this band's channel on Pandora is so far EXCELLENT. I love how many devices you can log in from as well.
eta:
"She's just a girl who thinks that I'm the one. The child is not my son... She says I'm the one, but the child is not my son."
