Where Anne Wonders WHO is Sucking the Brains Out of Everyone...
Well, that was a fun day. It started ok, except that my arthritis kept me up a lot last night-- we had rain and while my body actually adjusts if it is a constant thing, if it is a one night thing, as it was here, I have pain that is pointless to take aspirin to ease. And then I made the mistake of drinking way too much coffee yesterday and so rather than letting me sleep until oh 10am, giving me about 5 hours of sleep which might have been nice, my bladder woke me up at about 8:30... oh no wait, it wasn't my BLADDER getting me up... it was the damn CAT, poking me because Veronica was up and off the bed and only *I* was there to pet him. ::sighs:: By the time my flailing half hearted attempt to either scare him off or actually pet him was done, the bladder poked me with the usual "Hey... if you're going to be UP and all..." ::headdesk::
And then we were off to the races. The boss lost his mind in his inbox, which makes MY inbox swell, and then I got an email from someone I know online only and they were pissed and I thought it was at me, and this upset me but by the time I traded a few emails with her I found she was pissed at someone ELSE and was replying while pissed at them to something I had posted and so... yeah...
And then we had the great influx of eBay dumbness... we had some 3 day auctions up and this being the last day, we get the question emails-- you know... can I drop the price (It's something that was once 50 bucks and I am selling it for 10... NO, I cannot... I would rather I THREW IT AWAY than give it to you for less....) or "Can you take everything from the nice save box it comes in that, you know, shows everything is intact and together and can you STUFF it all in a padded envelope so I can turn around in four days and tell you it came to me ripped and missing everything and I want a refund and you can EAT the whole cost, kthanksbye?"
And in there we had several visits from the "Anne, you are drinking WAY too much coffee and it is starting to hurt your stomach, so can you please stop even though you haven't had enough sleep for a few days and well, it's keeping you from leaping into the screen and strangling most of the people you are talking to on the internet" faerie... a bunch of "Hey, this is southern california, so that piddling amount of rain? Yeah, well, it is going to screw your connection and make it tick off for no freaking reason every few minutes, kk?"
::taking a deep breath::
Tomorrow is Friday. I hold little to no hope that it will go well. Between the boss, the people who will now be trying to explain where to SHIP the things we sold, me selling more (oh PLEASE will someone take pity on me and buy those freaking gryphons?? I swear, I will sell the pair for a flat 200 plus shipping... just get them the HELL out of here, please? I am getting freaking TIRED of looking at them....) things (someone wants my HORSES!!!! wheeeeee!) and prolly some other shit... I'm really not looking forwards to it at all.
Saturday... so help me if ANYONE comes whinging at me for anything that I cannot do easily and with NO MONEY, I will just break down and cry... no really. I want one day to sleep in, and freaking relax, please, Ms or Mr Universe... and for pity sake, woman across the way SHUT UP... NO YOU CANNOT USE OUR GRILL-- use one of the freaking HUNDRED the complex has up... and for the sale of the freaking free world, I think I can speak for us all when I say WE DO NOT WANT TO HEAR YOU DISCIPLINE YOUR CHILD ANY MORE-- SHE listens to you as much as the rocks she is trying to lob at windows... she is a monster, and you made her and we are tired of your whining screaming at her that no one wants to hear as it DOES NOT WORK.
::ahem::
Anyhow... so that was my day... and now... leftovers, and hopefully some sleep...
::headdesk::
And then we were off to the races. The boss lost his mind in his inbox, which makes MY inbox swell, and then I got an email from someone I know online only and they were pissed and I thought it was at me, and this upset me but by the time I traded a few emails with her I found she was pissed at someone ELSE and was replying while pissed at them to something I had posted and so... yeah...
And then we had the great influx of eBay dumbness... we had some 3 day auctions up and this being the last day, we get the question emails-- you know... can I drop the price (It's something that was once 50 bucks and I am selling it for 10... NO, I cannot... I would rather I THREW IT AWAY than give it to you for less....) or "Can you take everything from the nice save box it comes in that, you know, shows everything is intact and together and can you STUFF it all in a padded envelope so I can turn around in four days and tell you it came to me ripped and missing everything and I want a refund and you can EAT the whole cost, kthanksbye?"
And in there we had several visits from the "Anne, you are drinking WAY too much coffee and it is starting to hurt your stomach, so can you please stop even though you haven't had enough sleep for a few days and well, it's keeping you from leaping into the screen and strangling most of the people you are talking to on the internet" faerie... a bunch of "Hey, this is southern california, so that piddling amount of rain? Yeah, well, it is going to screw your connection and make it tick off for no freaking reason every few minutes, kk?"
::taking a deep breath::
Tomorrow is Friday. I hold little to no hope that it will go well. Between the boss, the people who will now be trying to explain where to SHIP the things we sold, me selling more (oh PLEASE will someone take pity on me and buy those freaking gryphons?? I swear, I will sell the pair for a flat 200 plus shipping... just get them the HELL out of here, please? I am getting freaking TIRED of looking at them....) things (someone wants my HORSES!!!! wheeeeee!) and prolly some other shit... I'm really not looking forwards to it at all.
Saturday... so help me if ANYONE comes whinging at me for anything that I cannot do easily and with NO MONEY, I will just break down and cry... no really. I want one day to sleep in, and freaking relax, please, Ms or Mr Universe... and for pity sake, woman across the way SHUT UP... NO YOU CANNOT USE OUR GRILL-- use one of the freaking HUNDRED the complex has up... and for the sale of the freaking free world, I think I can speak for us all when I say WE DO NOT WANT TO HEAR YOU DISCIPLINE YOUR CHILD ANY MORE-- SHE listens to you as much as the rocks she is trying to lob at windows... she is a monster, and you made her and we are tired of your whining screaming at her that no one wants to hear as it DOES NOT WORK.
::ahem::
Anyhow... so that was my day... and now... leftovers, and hopefully some sleep...
::headdesk::