Thursday, July 25, 2013


I think it was walking the 4 blocks back to the subway station in DC after visiting the zoo in 6000 degree heat and a blister broke on my pinky toe and it felt like my toe was on fire and each step felt like when you poke a fire and the embers rise up and I imagined all the dead terrible people in the world living on my toe because that certainly was hell and I didn't think I was going to make it but after the subway ride and the 2 blocks back to the hotel (I know I'm a baby, but the zoo was big and hilly and hot) where I limped the whole way and finally could investigated what the hell I did to my toe and saw a blister that covered about 80% of my toe, my life started falling apart a little bit.

Two weeks later we went on vacation and we hadn't recovered financially from the (mostly work related) DC trip but it was one of those things where we just had to suck it up.  And thing are slowly improving financially but I when people say money doesn't give you happiness, I don't think they ever owned a small business.  They don't really know what the waves and crashes of finances can do to a person (or family).

Between that and the insuffering heat of both upstate New York (I expected more from you NY!) and home where it felt like I was in a sauna coming home from Walgreens last night, the weather is sweating, the physical toll is driving me crazy.  The stress ills make my stupid inferno blister feel like a cake walk to migraines and incurable women ails.  I think the stress will peak this weekend when I drive my mom to Florida to visit her aging parents and I have no idea how it's going to go but something like my mom trying to give me directions when she can't even drive herself to Florida because she would accidentally end up in Colorado (are there supposed to be mountains in Florida?).  I have tried to memorize the directions because between her telling me I'm going the wrong way and trying to get my stupid iphone to recognize where the hell I am, I think I might jump out and get shot by some neighborhood watchman who thinks I'm the abominable snowman.

I also don't want her to cry everyday.  I don't know how to not sound like an ass but my brain works in a way that I want to think that next year we'll be making this same trip to see my grandparents and everything is okay.  I don't know what I'm walking into with health issues, the strange thing about my family is you can't get a straight answer.  It could be anything from my grandmother making chocolate chip cookies with a pretty apron on to being bed ridden on a hospital bed and a catheter.  What I'm told is "she has good days and bad days." WTF does that mean????

In my mind my mom is giving me a hard time about directions, the music is bad, and she's smoking too much but the hotel is awesome, and she doesn't ask me for money (one less person to owe), we hang out at my grandparents' pool and cook spaghetti and brownies and I get a tan and finish my book and then she gives me a hard time about directions on the way home.  But I have no idea what's really going to happen and until I do I don't think I'll ever feel better.

Thursday, July 18, 2013

End of the Debacle

My ebay selling debacle got worse.  The man finally received his package and the camera was not inside.  It seems the time is was sitting god knows where someone opened it and removed the contents, resealed it and mailed it anyway.  I wasn't really sure how to handle the situation, especially considering the guy was so irrate and I was so tired of dealing with him and honestly, my first instinct told me the same guy who has been emailing me 1000 times about where's my camera was the dick who would tell me it was empty and keep the camera.

I called ebay to see what rights sellers have and they told me to have the buyer open a case.  And that was not helping.  I was on vacation with spotty internet service trying to read updates at a cafe with terrible wi-fi, nerve racked and pissed off, and nothing was happening and the guy was still freaking out.  At some point I guess ebay was supposed to get involved but it just went on and on and nothing happened but the guy continuing to send emails.  I just refunded him to make the pain stop.

I went back to D.epot to see if I could get more information and they said there had been 3 claims that week!  So it's pretty apparent to me someone at D.epot is snatching packages.  They filed the insurance claim for me and I'm so completely doubtful I'll get the insurance money, you have no idea.

The moral is, I'm never selling anything on ebay again.  Thanks ebay.  Thanks USPS.  Thanks De.pot.

In other news, man I'm such a weirdo about my house.  I do not like to have my house sat.  This was the first year that instead of having someone come over twice a day to take care of the cats, we had someone live here.  And it's not a privacy thing, it's a cleaning thing.  I'm so particular about everything and the correct way to use something and I want my house to look like it did when I left, though I realize a week's worth of four cats is going to have consequences, I just want everything else to stay exactly the same.  I don't want to worry if the white enamel sink is going to get scratched or the washer will grow mold because it's not left open to dry after a load, etc, etc, etc... I must be the only person in the world like this.  I'm a crazy person.

Friday, July 05, 2013

Because it Sucks, Man

I feel like every time I sell (or buy) on ebay it gets worse.  This is the latest ebay nightmare.

My camera sold on Friday around 10 pm.  I'm allowed 3 days handling time, which I needed because we share the car.  I mailed it on Wednesday around 3 pm.  USPS was $5 cheaper than UPS so I went with USPS at Offi.c.e D.e.pot.  It was mailed priority mail with a tracking number.  USPS picks up at 2pm so I lost another day, which in hindsight, sucks but I was told it would arrive that Saturday, no big deal.  I put in the tracking info on ebay when I got home. 

The next morning, Thursday, I get an email.  Can you tell me when you mailed this package, etc.  I told him I dropped it at D.epot and they told me it would arrive on Saturday.  Obviously it didn't get there on Saturday or there wouldn't be a nightmare unfurling.

On Monday he emails me again, where's the package, you told me it would be here on Saturday.  I drove to Offi.ce D.epot where she tried to help me by calling USPS but got nowhere.  After standing with her while she was on hold for about 20 minutes I drove to USPS.  I stood in line.  The USPS guy said he could not give me any other information than what was online.

Oh, by the way, there was nothing online.  It had been checked in and that was it.  That's why I went to De.pot to make sure the package was picked up because it was never scanned as being processed at a sorting facility or anything.  Nada.  Zilch.  The Postman was on hiatus taking snapshots with my camera at that very moment, I was certain.

I replied back and the guy was pissed but glad I guess that I was apologizing for something I had nothing do with over something that was never guaranteed to be there at a certain date, I had every right to send it First Class and it would get there sometime next month if it wanted to.

I decided after that email where I apologized again and said I would to go USPS to check on it today, that I would stop reading his emails.  They were stressing me out.  Today I go to read his messages, 2 more for that day and yesterday.  Finally something had showed up yesterday that it was being delivered today.

Besides the fact that the tracking by USPS was bullshit and I did send it Priority Mail which the USPS guy told me should take 3 days and it took 7, all in all the package got to him in 2 weeks.  From my ebay, etsy, and Amazon experiences, that's nothing to send 5, FIVE, 5 emails about.

Yes, it sucked the tracking isn't working.  Maybe send me one message knowing there's really nothing I can do but to get more information.  Then, pretty much, you are waiting it out.  There's no need to keep emailing me how you still haven't gotten it and Of.fice De.pot lied to me.  Yes, the US government broke a promise.  Surprise, surprise.

Of.fice De.pot also called me yesterday but I didn't listen to the message until today (I didn't know it was them, it's been a rough week and I was too stressed to listen to the message).  They were telling me the same thing that it was being delivered today.  They said I could call for more information, which I did and no one there knew what I was talking about.  A corporation hides the truth.  Surprise, surprise.

So, the lesson learned.  Mail your shit early.  Sure you don't have to but avoid the stress, get it out of the house.  Two, USPS is bullshit.  Go with UPS and for god's sake don't use D.epot.  Go to the UPS store. I mailed my other camera that I sold from there and paid twice as much as USPS but they packed it for me and shipped it, I knew where that package was at any given moment.  I haven't even heard from that guy and I don't have a clue if it was delivered but I bet it was.  Three, try not to sell anything on ebay, you know it's going to suck.  You won't make as much money as you think you will.  Ebay takes their cut, Paypal takes their cut, Packing supplies take their cut, Postage takes their cut, and what's left is hardly worth it when it's all said and done. 

When the hoarding people come to my house and wonder why it's so stockpiled I'll tell them, "Cause ebay sucks, man, ebay sucks."

Tuesday, July 02, 2013

Goodbye, Fair Dress

Today I had to say goodbye to my favorite summer wardrobe item.

If we could just have a moment of silence.  Thank you.  This dress was everything you could want in a summer dress.  It was cheap, it was cotton, it was colorful, and it was flattering.  It's a chore to check off a few items on this list, to find them all is really special.  I wore the heck out of this dress.  Yesterday I noticed the fabric was thinning and it had a couple of holes.

Old Navy was incapable of providing a comparable dress this season, most offerings waver between unflattering and not made of cotton (why?!) so the remainder of the summer will not be the same, that is for sure.