Cat Comic Will I See You Again
Grant told me this morning I should take the afternoon off. To prevarication on the sofa past the burn down with my book. To caress cats and cool my fretfulness.
Some days information technology feels as if anybody gets out of bed that day with the sole purpose of annoying you. And this would be 1 of those days.
Except it isn't actually people who are annoying me. It'due south simply "things".
Information technology's that fourth dimension of the month again. No, not that time. I am 72 after all. Or I volition be momentarily. No, its fourth dimension to fight the system to acquire my monthly supply of OMG, not, not a CONTROLLED SUBSTANCE.
That fourth dimension of month. I know I talked about it before. Well it hasn't got whatsoever less abrasive and this month I really thought I had washed everything right. But no. Total FAIL.
Nosotros were going to Hannaford's one day last week, and it was precisely i calendar month since my previous prescription was issued, so, bearing in mind that the Medical Center vocalism instructions (not allowed to speak to actual person. No, no.) say "for better service (significant don't carp us) contact your pharmacy and take them send us an electronic request"….I thought, "right, I'll put information technology all very clearly on a piece of paper and hand it to the nice petty chap at Hannaford'southward Pharmacy."
Which I did. Nice chap said "OK, I'll exercise that for you lot, no problem."
HA!
Knowing not to panic, I waited. Yesterday, after 3 days, I chosen the pharmacy just to see if possibly anything was "in the works". Their website is supposed to tell y'all this, but it'southward a snarky website and it's choosy almost what info information technology will supply and when, so you have to call and carp someone which they obviously don't capeesh, simply c'est la vie.
"No," said the frosty lady "we haven't had an answer back yet".
Which, according to the Medical Centre, was because they never sent the request. In other words, – they lie????
I was obliged to physically go to the medical center to obtain this info, because the but way you can speak to an actual person is to go in there and grab someone by the neck. No, I didn't, of course, merely one day soon…I may not exist responsible for my deportment….
Only Medical Centre lady also told me: "Oh, you lot can't do that, – have them asking the prescription for you. You have to do it yourself." So I said "fifty-fifty though your voice instructions say…"
"Yes, because otherwise how do they know it'southward yous requesting it?"
I am still scratching my head about that, because if I call them up on the phone and say "howdy, it's me, can I please accept my drugs?" How in the …. do they know it's me and so????
Besides which, my insurance company, never mind Hannaford'due south, is most certainly not going to sell that prescription to anyone who cannot supply all the right answers to all those questions…..
OMG. I retrieve I'm getting brain impairment.
My instructions and so were to call Hannaford's "this afternoon", and I was about to practise and then when I remembered their interminable Dejeuner Hour.
Then in the meantime I figured I would pay some bills and all that heady stuff only it's cloudy out. The satellite that I am forced to have considering my house is in the one part of Cambridge where yous can't go anything more efficient, tin't cope with clouds and then now I may have paid one neb twice.
Later on I typed in my details the screen said "Wait…." just after a while you inquire "for what, the Apocalypse?" So, bad, bad me, I couldn't wait anymore.
I started working with computers in 1970 and have been typing in numbers all these years, numbers and more numbers. I used to find myself counting in my sleep because that's all I did, count calories, money (mostly that I didn't have!), weights for aeroplanes, passengers through the gate….
For a while they had me issuing tickets, and then I had to count miles, because a passenger is only allowed a sure number betwixt point A and point B and if they exceed their allowance, now you had to calculate a surcharge and God forbid you travel on a weekend…..when ticketing went computerized I had to abandon the whole thing. It was one of those programes my brain could non assimilate.
In general I had an "consequence" with ticketing. I viewed it as the airlines' stray way of extorting every last penny out of the travelling public. What really used to piss me off was that "surcharges" and "upgrade fees" tended to be waived for the rich bastards that could easily afford them, but never for the poor slobs who couldn't. It did not sit well with me.
I just went off on a tangent. This is what happens when I get wound upward by total stupidity and irritating RULES that are put in place to vex the hell out of people!
But I don't desire to seem totally out of sorts, then I found these pictures for you of our wee ground hog from last year.
That's when he was getting his nest sorted out in the Spring. Grant caught him on the videocam.
And of class it'southward almost Ground Sus scrofa's Day, then I am wondering how soon we may see our little friend.
I exercise enjoy seeing their derisive faces looking at me through the kitchen window.
We haven't had that many visitors lately….
Meanwhile it turns out that a request probably did come from Hannaford's, only because I was not supposed to have them do that (although those are their specific instructions), instead of someone thinking: "oh! I wonder if Carolyn needs her prescription renewed, why don't I phone call her?", they toss it bated, file 13, I suppose. And as it's at present late in the 24-hour interval and anybody'due south decorated….too bad if Carolyn has a meltdown…..
I can't wait to see what happens next month….
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