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k_sereinroomFor most of the day I thought it was Wednesday. I did low dopamine activities and my sleep time seems to be sorting itself out lately.
It’s very quiet in the building, and I’ve been off the internet as much as I can.
Fed-Ex has messed up my Misfits food delivery like they’d done every year for four out of the last five years. Each year I’ve been forgetting what a hassle it is. The box has been sitting in Salt Lake City for over 24 hours with a few frozen gel packs in an insulated bag in a box. And I don’t have a Plan B for any kind of special Christmas dinner. I won’t starve of course.
The Misfits company assumes everyone in the US has a smart phone and can easily take photos of messed up, damaged food. At least the delivery records will show something went wrong. Why, oh why can’t I remember that shipping perishable food this close to the holidays is just too risky.
Both Fed-Ex and Misfits are companies who email surveys for feedback about how they did. I bother to respond when they’ve done well, especially Fed-Ex. The local delivery drivers have had to haul the bulky, heavy boxes up to the fifth floor when the elevator is out of order, which happens too often. In the summer, it gets really hot in the stairwell.
When I was working, things were breaking down and going wrong constantly. Maybe that’s how things lurch along even until this day, and I’ve just become distanced from them.
Anyway, as of now I don’t know how this will turn out. It’s a very tiny little hassle happening in a world gone bonkers.
It’s very quiet in the building, and I’ve been off the internet as much as I can.
Fed-Ex has messed up my Misfits food delivery like they’d done every year for four out of the last five years. Each year I’ve been forgetting what a hassle it is. The box has been sitting in Salt Lake City for over 24 hours with a few frozen gel packs in an insulated bag in a box. And I don’t have a Plan B for any kind of special Christmas dinner. I won’t starve of course.
The Misfits company assumes everyone in the US has a smart phone and can easily take photos of messed up, damaged food. At least the delivery records will show something went wrong. Why, oh why can’t I remember that shipping perishable food this close to the holidays is just too risky.
Both Fed-Ex and Misfits are companies who email surveys for feedback about how they did. I bother to respond when they’ve done well, especially Fed-Ex. The local delivery drivers have had to haul the bulky, heavy boxes up to the fifth floor when the elevator is out of order, which happens too often. In the summer, it gets really hot in the stairwell.
When I was working, things were breaking down and going wrong constantly. Maybe that’s how things lurch along even until this day, and I’ve just become distanced from them.
Anyway, as of now I don’t know how this will turn out. It’s a very tiny little hassle happening in a world gone bonkers.
