What is unusual is that here I am, only beginning my day’s blogging at almost 6 pm!
Once, that was normal. On days where I had nothing in particular going on, I wouldn’t blog until I ate my dinner at 7 pm or so.
And I kept that up even after I started doing my blogging in two shifts. I would do the first part at 7 pm and the second part at 10 pm.
Seems sort of stupid now. Which is, presumably, why I switched to doing the first part with lunch and the second part with supper.
But today was unusual in that I didn’t have lunch until after I had my therapist’s appointment (over the phone, natch) between 12:45 pm and 1:45 pm.
And that was enough of a disruption that I totally forgot to blog until now.
Funny how it only takes a tiny variation to throw us off, isn’t it?
I just finished a rather long session of Elder Scrolls Online. Still enjoying the heck out of that game. Pondering maybe buying myself one of the expansions once I have my financial ducks in a row.
I just checked my reloadable VISA and yay,. the money is finally there. I now have a balance of $599.95 on the damned thing.
“But what about the $8.95 that was already there?” I imagine you asking.
That went to pay for Amazon Prime for the month. Something I don’t actually use very much but it’s so so nice when I do.
And hell, in this trying age of ours, I might end up using Amazon a LOT.
I’ve already read news reports about how Amazon is absolutely snowed under by orders, which should surprise nobody. They are apparently hiring armies of new people to work at their warehouses.
They are also asking their customers to donate actualreal to them in order to help meet the increase in demand.
That’s right, the world’s richest man who runs the world’s richest company wants you, the consumer, to give him even more money of your own accord just to make sure your Amazon deliveries make it on time.
The sheer level of scumbaggery on naked display is appalling. Not to mention the GALL of this fucking faulty android to even ask.
It;s called using your own money JEFF. It’s called being able to wrap your brain around the mind-boggling concept of you having less money and that being completely acceptable and even the right thing to do.
You and your billionaire buddies have been so spoiled by generations of permissive governments that the very thought of literally any level of sacrifice whatsoever makes you curl up in a ball and cry like the whiny, wimpy, fragile fucking infants you are.
It could be something that would cost you one extra nickel and you and your cronies would scream like you’re getting a hot lead enema.
Well too fucking bad. The people are sick of this shit and they are gathering torches and pitchforks as we speak.
And they (we) are going to introduce some much needed discipline in your lives. And if your media pets get in the way, we’ll burn them at the fucking stake.
We, the people, let you be rich. Wealth is a privilege, not a right.
And we don’t like what you are doing with that wealth, we will take it away.
More after the break.
Jumpin’ Jesus on a pogo stick, there is STILL some kind of problem with my payment.
The money is there. And my credit card works, I just used it on Steam.
The curse isn’t done with me yet, apparently. Currently doing text chat with support.
Apparently. all Abhishek here can tell me is to contact my bank. WTF?
Well that was the last straw for Skip the Dishes. I just deleted its bookmark. They are dead to me now.
Ya know who knows how to take my money? Foodora. Even though they treated me badly in the past, I am now a Foodora man.
Fuck you, Skip.
Got a nice bento box coming and I am going to enjoy it extra hard because it’s tghe order I have been trying to make through them for like a month.
I assume it will be contactless delivery of some sort. Ideally, they call me to say they are outside the building, I let them in, then they knock on the door to tell me it’s there.
I am just stoked that after all the bullshit I have been through, I am finally going to successfully order in.
I suppose they could leave me the wrong thing again, or the phone could mysterious not be able to receive their call, or a zillion other things.
So I don’t want to jinx things by counting those tasty chickens before they arrive. The curse is still in play until I take the first bite of food.
One thing I like about Foodra is that I can order from 7-11 via it. That could come in handy if I need stuff but there’s no convenient time to get to 7-11 myself.
Plus I can order some of their tasty hot food that is pleasingly inexpensive.
Oh, this brave new world, that has such wonders in it.
Mother FUCKER. “Oh fudge, they had to cancel./” The curse lives!
Trying one more time with Foodora. This time, I am ordering nice normal Subway. Wow is it more expensive when you get it delivered. What normally costs me $14 is costing me $24 this way.
But whatever. It’s so not about the food any more. Or the price.
It’s about actually getting this shit DONE.
Normal people do not know what it is like to live with the compulsion to complete whatever you start doing.
It has led me to keep trying in a lot of situations where I would have been better off quitting. And at the cost of escalating frustration levels.
Oh. And Subway closed before they could fill my order.
The curse wins…. for now.
I’mma go EAT.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.