I need to bitch...
I'm about ready to loose my mind! This morning I got a call from the freight company that's delivering the longarm, wanting to setup the delivery date. Here I am thinking "wait, isn't this already set up?" when he says "Is Monday good for you?" Uhhhhh FUCKING NO!
Me: That won't work. The dealer is coming to set it up on Saturday morning
Him: Well, I can't guarantee that it will get here in time to deliver on Friday.
Me: Wait, I thought that it was scheduled for Friday arrival.
Him: It says that in the system, but I can't guarantee that it will be here. It's in Little Rock, AR right now and it's got to make it all the way to Austin. And the shipper didn't pay for assured delivery.
Me: (freaking out) I can't be home until 2 on Monday and I can't leave work to come let you in.
Him: Well, that's not going to work, then.
Me: (ARRRRRRRRGGGGGGG!) Can we assume it *will* be here on Friday?
Him: I guesssss so.... If it's not, I'll give you a call and let you know.
Me: Ok, thank you (for ruining my day!)
ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH! Not a Happy Deana this morning! I do not have time to deal with this shit. Between longarm, wedding, a funeral tomorrow, and a phone call I missed yesterday about quilt show stuff, I am stressed beyond belief. And me-the-emotional-eater is having a hard time not gorging on something to soothe myself.
Oh, and the judge is refusing to come to the rehearsal. I think I'm going to see if I can find another judge. This is exasperating.
Me: That won't work. The dealer is coming to set it up on Saturday morning
Him: Well, I can't guarantee that it will get here in time to deliver on Friday.
Me: Wait, I thought that it was scheduled for Friday arrival.
Him: It says that in the system, but I can't guarantee that it will be here. It's in Little Rock, AR right now and it's got to make it all the way to Austin. And the shipper didn't pay for assured delivery.
Me: (freaking out) I can't be home until 2 on Monday and I can't leave work to come let you in.
Him: Well, that's not going to work, then.
Me: (ARRRRRRRRGGGGGGG!) Can we assume it *will* be here on Friday?
Him: I guesssss so.... If it's not, I'll give you a call and let you know.
Me: Ok, thank you (for ruining my day!)
ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH! Not a Happy Deana this morning! I do not have time to deal with this shit. Between longarm, wedding, a funeral tomorrow, and a phone call I missed yesterday about quilt show stuff, I am stressed beyond belief. And me-the-emotional-eater is having a hard time not gorging on something to soothe myself.
Oh, and the judge is refusing to come to the rehearsal. I think I'm going to see if I can find another judge. This is exasperating.