Rough week
Just a little while ago I installed a series of reverse lookup apps and tested them out on my recent call log. The one I kept was the one that was able to tell me the number that called six times in the last week was a local roofer, rather than being stumped or demanding a ridiculous amount of my own personal data before it would function.
Since we had a hailstorm a week or so ago (not golf-ball-sized, but large enough for the tocks on the roof to be audible -- and watching the hailstones bouncing in the yard was interesting, too), we've been harassed by a series of vendors going door-to-door offering us either repairs to the dents in my car (claiming my insurance would cover it at no cost to me, which I kind of doubt since I go with the legal minimum of insurance, but anyway I'm not bothering with mere cosmetic damage to a car I'm going to be driving until the wheels fall off) or else free roofing inspections (as a lead-in to a sales pitch for repairing our shingles, which, yeah, we know we need the roof fixed since we had a damned tree fall on the house last year, but we didn't have the disposable income to do anything about it then, either). So we've got quite a few fliers for roofing repairs and the part that I find personally offensive is having the people leaving fliers and doorhangers and business cards actually ringing the doorbell to give us a salespitch in person because they see my car parked out front and can tell there's someone home.
And this is a week in which I haven't been getting as much sleep as I needed -- but it's also been a week in which there are enough people out on vacation or whatever to make an opportunity for overtime for the rest of us. And management has gotten tightassed about overtime, wanting people to get it cleared in advance before staying late and specifically griping about people who aren't working fast enough during their scheduled hours picking up a little extra at the end of the shift. The single biggest factor affecting how fast I'm working is how much sleep I got that day before coming in to work -- and this week when they've been making a general call to the whole department to put in a little extra time, I've been working in slow motion. (Which hasn't stopped me from picking up a few hours of overtime -- I've just been feeling a bit guilty about it. Or worried a supervisor is going to complain to me about it. Whichever.)
Coming home late from work of course eats an hour or two from my available sleeping time. And then there was insomnia Wednesday, and having shit to actually do Thursday when I finally got home before I could lay down and crash. But having the doorbell ring twice on Thursday afternoon, startling and interrupting me, and knowing that had I been asleep by that point (like I should have been) I would have gotten woken up by door-to-door salespeople, was enraging. (I didn't bother to answer the door either time. But a pair of roofing fliers were left on the door when I ventured out to check the mail after the second one had gone. Actually, if I recall one flier had been dislodged and was lying on the ground -- possibly on purpose by the second seller.)
I left a nasty note on the door -- on the back of a roofing flier -- saying the person parked out front works nights and is probably asleep when you're coming by to ring the bell to sell something. And I specifically mentioned not being interested in hail damage repairs to roof or vehicle. (That night at work I shared my complaint with a coworker, who's been having similar issues and has the added aggravation of roommates who took the "NO SOLICITING" sign off the front door because they hadn't noticed a problem. At least Mom left the note on the door. But she grabbed one of the fliers from the Thursday afternoon bell-ringers, because I'd used the ad from the ones she was previously contemplating calling to make my sign.)
In other news, this is the second week in a row of me falling asleep on Saturday and missing my window to go visit Grandma. I have it on my Thursday "to do" list and basically never bother to do it then. I'm "supposed" to go Fridays but that can be a busy day for me. I know I need to do it on the way home from work or there's a real risk of not leaving the house early enough to catch her, but I've found myself stuck sitting in the lobby waiting for her to come out of a little onsite church service (or worse yet, coming in to sit next to her during the activity beforehand and then being trapped there for the mini-sermon and hymn-singing) just a few too many times on Friday morning to want to go straight in from work anymore.
I should have gone there before coming home this morning -- I knew it, planned to do it -- but it was already so close to noon and I thought I'd pop in to let the bunnies out of their cage and set out my clothes for tonight and then go see Grandma. So of course I passed out on my bed and woke up past 8pm. Ah ha hah. At least I've gotten caught up on sleep before going in for what is sure to be a long shift...
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Since we had a hailstorm a week or so ago (not golf-ball-sized, but large enough for the tocks on the roof to be audible -- and watching the hailstones bouncing in the yard was interesting, too), we've been harassed by a series of vendors going door-to-door offering us either repairs to the dents in my car (claiming my insurance would cover it at no cost to me, which I kind of doubt since I go with the legal minimum of insurance, but anyway I'm not bothering with mere cosmetic damage to a car I'm going to be driving until the wheels fall off) or else free roofing inspections (as a lead-in to a sales pitch for repairing our shingles, which, yeah, we know we need the roof fixed since we had a damned tree fall on the house last year, but we didn't have the disposable income to do anything about it then, either). So we've got quite a few fliers for roofing repairs and the part that I find personally offensive is having the people leaving fliers and doorhangers and business cards actually ringing the doorbell to give us a salespitch in person because they see my car parked out front and can tell there's someone home.
And this is a week in which I haven't been getting as much sleep as I needed -- but it's also been a week in which there are enough people out on vacation or whatever to make an opportunity for overtime for the rest of us. And management has gotten tightassed about overtime, wanting people to get it cleared in advance before staying late and specifically griping about people who aren't working fast enough during their scheduled hours picking up a little extra at the end of the shift. The single biggest factor affecting how fast I'm working is how much sleep I got that day before coming in to work -- and this week when they've been making a general call to the whole department to put in a little extra time, I've been working in slow motion. (Which hasn't stopped me from picking up a few hours of overtime -- I've just been feeling a bit guilty about it. Or worried a supervisor is going to complain to me about it. Whichever.)
Coming home late from work of course eats an hour or two from my available sleeping time. And then there was insomnia Wednesday, and having shit to actually do Thursday when I finally got home before I could lay down and crash. But having the doorbell ring twice on Thursday afternoon, startling and interrupting me, and knowing that had I been asleep by that point (like I should have been) I would have gotten woken up by door-to-door salespeople, was enraging. (I didn't bother to answer the door either time. But a pair of roofing fliers were left on the door when I ventured out to check the mail after the second one had gone. Actually, if I recall one flier had been dislodged and was lying on the ground -- possibly on purpose by the second seller.)
I left a nasty note on the door -- on the back of a roofing flier -- saying the person parked out front works nights and is probably asleep when you're coming by to ring the bell to sell something. And I specifically mentioned not being interested in hail damage repairs to roof or vehicle. (That night at work I shared my complaint with a coworker, who's been having similar issues and has the added aggravation of roommates who took the "NO SOLICITING" sign off the front door because they hadn't noticed a problem. At least Mom left the note on the door. But she grabbed one of the fliers from the Thursday afternoon bell-ringers, because I'd used the ad from the ones she was previously contemplating calling to make my sign.)
In other news, this is the second week in a row of me falling asleep on Saturday and missing my window to go visit Grandma. I have it on my Thursday "to do" list and basically never bother to do it then. I'm "supposed" to go Fridays but that can be a busy day for me. I know I need to do it on the way home from work or there's a real risk of not leaving the house early enough to catch her, but I've found myself stuck sitting in the lobby waiting for her to come out of a little onsite church service (or worse yet, coming in to sit next to her during the activity beforehand and then being trapped there for the mini-sermon and hymn-singing) just a few too many times on Friday morning to want to go straight in from work anymore.
I should have gone there before coming home this morning -- I knew it, planned to do it -- but it was already so close to noon and I thought I'd pop in to let the bunnies out of their cage and set out my clothes for tonight and then go see Grandma. So of course I passed out on my bed and woke up past 8pm. Ah ha hah. At least I've gotten caught up on sleep before going in for what is sure to be a long shift...
Crossposted from Dreamwidth with
comments made.