I'm not sure what is going on with that. I'm accustomed to speaking with people of that age group, and before you say, "Yeah, but you were the teacher and they were the students, so it's different," I should point out that I was very casual with my students. Still, maybe it's the age difference. Or maybe it's the fact that I'm not accustomed to people that young being way smarter than I am. They're seriously all geniuses. The one girl, Kelly, goes to Harvard and she speaks Chinese and Japanese already. She's probably the most down-to-earth of the bunch. I'm happy for them for being so gifted, but there's something about their communication that I'm just not able to get into. Now I've eaten lunch with them two days in a row, and I'm afraid it'll be really obvious if I eat with someone else. And I thought I was done with high school lunchroom drama.
Tonight I put together a kitty-condo that I ordered online. Thankfully, I'm married; otherwise, I'd be that creepy spinster lady with a thousand cats (no offense to creepy spinster ladies). The worst part? The kitty-condo smells like sweaty feet. No kidding.
Remember the washer & dryer that didn't fit? Well, yesterday the ones that did fit arrived, and guess what--the washer's not working right! It's not Thursday, so I can be just plain irritated by this. The washer is making an incredible amount of noise when it agitates. It's a bit comical, though, because its instructions included a little flyer that said that this washer is "quieter than any GE model before!" Right. I can only imagine the screeching train-wreck that must have resonated from the older models. So, I have to call GE or Home Depot or somebody.
One last thing. I wish people would learn how to count. First my insurance company tries to tell me that 30.1 miles is not more than 30 miles, and now the post office is giving me a hard time. We had our mail held in NY while we were in transit, and they had instructions to stop the hold and forward our mail when they received our address change request. We've been receiving new mail that's been forwarded, but we have yet to receive the stack of held mail. I called today, and the guy said that they received my forwarding request June 8 and "it could take a week" before I might see that mail. I'm sure that made sense in his head, but I still had to inform him that 8 +7 = 15 (today's June 17). He reassured me that it was on its way. I asked, "Okay, so at what point should I become concerned if I still haven't received my mail?" Then he told me: two weeks from June 8. It's a good thing he can't hear me roll my eyes over the phone.
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So it's not just me that thinks that along with the post office increasing their rates, their service seems to be getting much worse. They're making cut backs (like everyone) which of course means worse service, and we get to pay more for it. My current beef with our P.O. is that they put in a really small parking lot. It's not at all uncommon to not find an open space at all.
Ugghh, you and that insurance company. They sound just awful. Sorry about the other stuff too. Adjusting just kind of makes everything difficult. Things will settle down.
I have to take this opportunity to tell you about the customer support for our new phone system at work. I got a new work number but had to open a trouble ticket. The communication was through email and online systems.
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Me (Monday): People who are not on the new phone system can not call me
Support(Tuesday): We resolved your problem by giving you a new phone number. Ticket closed.
Me(Tuesday): Re-opening ticket because no one told me my new phone number.
Support(Wednesday): We resolved your problem of not knowing your phone number by giving you back your original number.
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The original number still has the original problem.
It's amazing how some people navigate life without the ability to count. I'd be scared to look at their checkbooks!
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