I started off today feeling pretty shitty, and have just gotten significantly more so progressively throughout the day. Isn't it the worst feeling when you're sorta kinda sick - enough so that you don't want to do anything - but not sick enough to feel that you can just sit in bed all day?
I spent the morning sitting in an administrative office. The woman who collected my paperwork was surprisingly nice, but she was also just the middlewoman. She told me that the People Behind the Metal Doors would determine my fate in a week. I'm so sick of all this bullshit that I just smiled and thanked her. At least she didn't bitch at me when I had to run across the street to get YET ANOTHER SASE. How many of those can a girl need to hand over to the government?
Afterwards, I went home to sleep for a few hours. My throat glands are really swollen and I'm a little achy all over. Nothing too serious, but I definetly needed more than the five hours of sleep I had gotten last night.
I woke up early afternoon because I am waiting on a delivery. DHL, I will just come out and say it, is one of the worst companies ever to exist. If there were an anti-DHL protest, I might just go out with my painted sign and yell in the streets. Over the years, DHL has lost several of my orders, and I have never ONCE had something delivered on time. DHL is in the delivery business. That's what they do. You would think they would know how to deliver.
Last week I called them after receiving a phone call telling me I needed to set up a delivery date. After waiting on the 0.22 euros/minute line for a long time, envisioning the euros ticking away with each passing minute, someone finally picked up and sent me to another number. Nobody responded there, so I called back and said so. They gave me a different number. Same story. Finally, they gave me a third number, and when nobody answered, I called the paying line again and rather grumpily told them that I was tired of calling so many numbers for no reason. Mind you, this was over a period of three days.
So finally, someone on the paid line just took my name and everything and set up a delivery date herself. That left me wondering why I had been sent to other services (the people on the paid line claimed they had no access to my file, as it wasn't their domain).
Today I waited for four hours for my delivery. When it finally didn't come, I called the paid line again. The woman on the other end says she has no idea how the girl on Saturday was able to set up a delivery date for me, because it's technically impossible from their computer screens to do so. I told her she needs to shove it because this is now four days of calling I've spent trying to get something that is already over two weeks late.
I'm especially pissed because I am sick, and the mighty delivery I am waiting on is a juicer. I feel the juicer will revitalize me and feed my body with the nutrients it so desperately needs. Without the juicer, I have to actually EAT the nutrients, which means piling my plate full of broccoli and other shit I don't like.
Also: my juicer is a masticating juicer (as opposed to a centrifugal one), a term I learned from TheKnitter while discussing juicing techniques and equipment. Interestingly enough, the dictionary.com Word of the Day for today was "masticate," and I thought the whole thing was a beautiful plan by God, allowing my masticating juicer to arrive on the day that "masticate" is the word of the day. Alas, it was not meant to be.
I'm a little surprised that bothers me so much.
Anyway, tomorrow I call DHL back again and set up ANOTHER friggin' delivery date. If they make me sit in my house for four hours for another entire afternoon, I might have to sick The Boy on them. He's better about getting refunds and shit than I am.
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