Well this fucking sucks
Every single year I've wanted to dress up for the local Renaissance festival. And every year I either was unemployed or didn't have exactly enough money. And every year I wonder if God is mocking me (I honestly think He's just fucking with my life out of boredom).
Last year I got pants that I later found out had no pockets. I sent an email to the people who made the pants 2 weeks ago and have yet to get a response, ANY response, about exchanging the pants for new ones with pockets. So I guess I'll go to the fair this Sunday and ask them directly, although I doubt the answer will be yes.
What's worse is that all I really need is a shirt... I have the pocketless pants, I have a cloak, I have cheap-ass boots (I've seen better ones for $35). My mother, noting how obsessively I've been looking at upper-body garments, agreed to buy me a shirt.
I found one cheaper online, and was going to order it Monday morning, but my mom didn't want me getting online (HA!) and wanted to be there to pay for it - and she wouldn't pay for it otherwise - and the only day she had time to order it was Tuesday.
The company assured me the shirt would get here by Saturday. Even with $10 shipping and handling, and after telling them to use USPS Priority Mail, they shipped it using UPS' basic shipping.
According to the tracking number, the package is stuck in New Delhi, IN, and was "taken off the plane" whatever that means. I hope IN means Indiana and not India or there will be pain. I'm about to call UPS and scream and bitch and threaten them until they agree to upgrade the package to next day and get it here.
This may be yet another year I can't dress up... why dress up if I only have pants and no shirt? All because I'm fucking poor as hell.
I hope the stock market collapses, that way EVERYONE can be as poor as me!
Last year I got pants that I later found out had no pockets. I sent an email to the people who made the pants 2 weeks ago and have yet to get a response, ANY response, about exchanging the pants for new ones with pockets. So I guess I'll go to the fair this Sunday and ask them directly, although I doubt the answer will be yes.
What's worse is that all I really need is a shirt... I have the pocketless pants, I have a cloak, I have cheap-ass boots (I've seen better ones for $35). My mother, noting how obsessively I've been looking at upper-body garments, agreed to buy me a shirt.
I found one cheaper online, and was going to order it Monday morning, but my mom didn't want me getting online (HA!) and wanted to be there to pay for it - and she wouldn't pay for it otherwise - and the only day she had time to order it was Tuesday.
The company assured me the shirt would get here by Saturday. Even with $10 shipping and handling, and after telling them to use USPS Priority Mail, they shipped it using UPS' basic shipping.
According to the tracking number, the package is stuck in New Delhi, IN, and was "taken off the plane" whatever that means. I hope IN means Indiana and not India or there will be pain. I'm about to call UPS and scream and bitch and threaten them until they agree to upgrade the package to next day and get it here.
This may be yet another year I can't dress up... why dress up if I only have pants and no shirt? All because I'm fucking poor as hell.
I hope the stock market collapses, that way EVERYONE can be as poor as me!