Hey – We’re out of straws!

I spent my day off yesterday wondering how I would go back to work today. I was dreading it. I was wavering back and forth between panic and tears. Mr. Magick Man had his own list of things he wanted me to follow-up on for an upcoming trip he’s taking, too. I decided that was it. I can’t start my business, be someone’s personal assistant, cook dinner, and stand on my feet all day. But I wasn’t going to quit on Friday. I’d at least talk to the manager so they could find coverage for Saturday.

I went in and started my shift. I wasn’t happy to be there. All I could think about was how slow I was compared to everyone else. The store was opening and people started coming in. The Friday hoard invaded.

No one understands that you’re new on Friday. Everyone is in a hurry.

This one older guy walked in. He was probably no more than 10 years older than me, but his face really showed his age, y’know? He had a smile on his face and said he’d been looking for a bakery all morning. Considering it was only about 8:15am, he couldn’t have been looking very long… He seemed like a nice guy. He ordered a mixture of pastries and a few cinnamon rolls. These needed a larger box. The box I pulled would have fit, but I’d need to stack some of the pastries. Suddenly, Dr. Nice Customer turns into Mr. Hyde and says in this snippy voice, “Don’t stack them all in one box! Put them all in one layer. I don’t want them messed up!”  So I get the longest box we have, which won’t hold all of them in one layer, btw, and start to box the pastries. I have 4 left over, and I start to get another box. Mr. Hyde then says, “Don’t you know anything?! Do I have to come back there and do it myself? Put them all in that box!” I then replied, “You said not to stack them. If I put them all in one layer, they won’t fit.” And he says, “Just put them all in that box. Do I have to come back there myself?” 

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That was the last straw. I asked one of the other employees to help him, because I was about to tell him I would love to see him behind that counter all day, on his feet, doing my job. I’d pay good money to see him working just one of my shifts while I bitched at him.

Instead, I quit.

Pride

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Pride is a quiet being that lurks inside of all of us. It sneaks out sometimes, in the form of judgment, and we don’t even notice it. It stings. It makes us feel ashamed; make us hide things. It can bring us down and make us cry. We can even hate ourselves because of our own pride and mixed emotions we don’t understand. Continue reading “Pride”

The Abyss

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You’re all used to my periodic absences around here. I don’t post on a daily basis. I write when I have a rant, or when I feel something needs awareness. Sometimes I go on hiatus when I have nothing good to say. It’s at these times I find myself in The Abyss.

Today, my topic is depression. Continue reading “The Abyss”

The Ongoing Saga for Healthcare Coverage

I have been trying to compose a blog post on this topic since November 19. This is currently my 5th draft. I’m hoping to write a composed entry, rather than an unbiased ranting of a raving lunatic, because really, I’m so frustrated I just want to throw things.

I have epilepsy, which left me no choice for insurance but the Federal PCIP program when my COBRA ran out. When I had to wait 6 months without insurance to apply for PCIP, we felt that financial pain on our budget just on my meds alone, which cost an average of $1000/month. I have not calculated or included the cost of my husband’s medications at this point.

Now, we’re facing the same situation again. PCIP is going away at the end of the year. If I’m unable to find affordable coverage by December 15, I will not have insurance at all on January 1, 2014, and I’ll get to pay a penalty for that privilege. Continue reading “The Ongoing Saga for Healthcare Coverage”

The Saga Continues

I value my privacy. This is why I never used my real name on Flakebook. For a brief while, I actually thought Flakebook finally noticed I wasn’t using my real name and blocked my account; however, I looked around on my friends list and saw too many other users doing the same thing I was doing.

That couldn’t be the problem.

I created a new account under another pseudonym. I didn’t use a name one could possibly mistake for someone’s real name. Flakebook allowed me to create the account.

I started adding friends to this new account. I was up and running, commenting, and preparing to bring the old account to a close sometime next week, when I tried to create a page.

Yes, the same page I tried to create under the other account. The same page that started this whole mess in the first place.

I received the same error once but now I’m completely locked out of my new account.

I am officially done with Flakebook. They can rot.

 

He drives me crazy

The teenboy is learning how to drive. He’s taking his behind-the-wheel classes, but those do need to be reinforced with practice sessions. Unfortunately, those practice sessions involve me and my car. This brings to mind a song from the ’80’s by the Fine Young Cannibals. I always changed the gender when I sang this song. This morning, as I recall yesterday’s driving adventure, it’s running through my head:

He drives me crazy
Like no one else
He drives me crazy
And I can’t help myself

Really, I must say, for a beginning driver, the teenboy is doing an excellent job. But when we backed out of the driveway yesterday and he forgot to put the car into Drive, he did one of those “drive-it-like-you-stole-it” moves. He did a perfect horseshoe with my tight turning radius, putting the back two tires up on the curb.

This was the only time a scream passed through my lips. Unfortunately, it came with words that sounded something like “What the f*** are you doing?!?!?”

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He seemed to be just as panicked at the moment.

I then had to keep myself from laughing when he put the hazard lights on, safely pulled out in the direction we needed to go, then turned the hazards off. Do they teach that in Driver’s Ed now?

Mental note, he hasn’t made many mistakes but when he does they scare the bejeezus out of me. At least he only pulls stunts like that once, they scare the bejeezus out of him, too, and he learns from the experience. We’re able to get to our nearby destination, discuss what happened and he can tell me exactly what went wrong and what happened right before that to cause it.

So, what happened right before that to cause his distraction, making him forget to put the car into Drive?

Backing out of our driveway, everything was clear. However, he’s a new driver and he’s moving slow. A car started approaching from one direction. He got nervous. He had the “I-need-to-get-out-of-here” reaction. Unfortunately, he skipped a step. We talked about what happens when you panic behind the wheel and how bad that could have been if we were on a busy street vs. just outside our driveway. Lesson learned.

Bonus points:

  • He quickly recovered from said incident and made it to the busy grocery store without further issues.
  • He navigated the H.E.B. parking lot without hitting any pedestrians.
  • He parked the car perfectly!
  • Unshaken by the crazy people trying to find a parking space in the H.E.B. parking lot, he drove home.

We made it home. Alive.

I had a beer.

Flakebook

Ever try to reach anyone at Flakebook to resolve an issue? Oh, I’m sorry, I should probably refer to them by their appropriate name: Facebook. There, I said it. It’s the only time I’ll use it in this post.

Let me just cut to the chase for those who haven’t enjoyed this lovely experience — You can’t reach anyone in support at Flakebook, regardless of your issue.

Sit back, get some popcorn and something to drink. Duch is on a rant tonight.

Yesterday, I tried to create a business page off of my Flakebook account. I received error messages saying the action could not be completed and I would have to try later. After numerous attempts, I decided to report the problem to Flakebook, complete with screenshots. My error message:

It says to try later, so I try later… :: shrugs ::

I tried later, as instructed, and noticed I was now getting authentication prompts when clicking on “Get Started”. Knowing I’d reported this issue earlier (and noting I had yet to receive a response), I went through the motions again to capture screenshots so I could report this new behavior to Flakebook.

After the above error message I got this one:

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Then this one:

Verify your Identity

Much to my dismay, after following the prompts to prove I was really me, I was informed my account was temporarily blocked for 30 days.

Temporarily Blocked

I was eventually able to log back into my account after multiple attempts but now I’m unable to comment or Like any posts, or send messages. I haven’t explored further features to see what else I cannot do. I did explore Flakebook’s Help section and found an Appeals link, but received an error when filling out the form. The error said my account was not disabled so the form did not apply.

Evidently there is no appeals process for this particular issue.

What exactly did I do here? Make multiple, unsuccessful attempts to create a Page, resulting in errors due to possible server issues on Flakebook’s part? Now I’m in “Flakebook Jail” for 30 days?

This hardly seems right.