Oy vey!
What a day.
2021 has barely started; and already I am done with it.
I should have known the day following the hurricane wind off the river that hurled the wreath off the front door, would be just as tempestuous.
When my eyes greeted the early morning this morning, I had thought to go hiking around noon; there was an open window of clear weather (no rain) between 12’noon – 4 PM.
But I collected the mail first.
I should have gone hiking first.
Amongst the bills was the AT/T bill – I needed to run into town and get that squared away before doing anything else. The other bills can be paid tomorrow; but AT/T needs to be paid pronto.
Into town I went to pay it at the town Office.
AT/T has implemented a new routine.
The routine is ridiculous … and unnecessary: it’s political game playing.
Apple Inc., is a demonrat company.
Demonrats are playing god with people’s lives: Apple, Inc., is playing the demonrat covid game.
Nothing about the tyrannical mandates makes any sense.
NO sense at all.
And every week … there is some new ridiculous nonsense we are all expected to dance to: just “because”.
WHY is it {necessary} to make people wait half an hour between every half an hour to be admitted through the door?
It’s really stupid.
The people following these nonsensical “rules” can’t even tell you why the rules are in place – or why they are adhering to them … while obeying to them.
It’s not even about the mask anymore.
It’s just dictatorial governor bullshit.
No rhyme … no reason.
The employees at the downtown Office never know what the hell they are doing.
Ever.
They just aimlessly mill around, looking stupid, and acting like programmed robots.
Most of you reading my Blog, will remember the year-long hassle I had with AT/T in 2019: months after notifying the downtown Office of Bob’s passing, and subsequently having his Name removed from the phone contract, and my Name replacing his as sole owner of the phone. Despite that, they kept double-billing me, and giving me a ration of shit everytime I went in there to get the issue cleared up. FOR A SOLID YEAR! They kept blowing me off, and did all they could to continue collecting payment from a dead man – double billing. It continued until I threatened to sic a Lawyer on them … and had the Financial Person from our Bank contact the AT/T mucky muck, pinning her to the wall with notifications of my payments: on time, full amount due on MY BILL/Bob’s account having been closed out before the end of December 2018.
And now, this new line of wrangling bullshit.
Under the guise of the demonrat covid-19 golden goose.
If you can’t get into the Office to pay your bill on time … you get hit with a hefty ‘late fee’. If the Office can drag the half hours waits out all day long – Apple makes money hand-over-fist.
Tyrannical demonrat senators, governors, and mayors – with grand scheme aspirations … you have egotistical misfits with a Capital M.
After 45 minutes of sitting in my car, I finally walked through the Office door and leveled a stare at one employee … and the bill got paid.
Pulling out of the cursed parking lot, I decided to head the car’s nose towards Kalama, and grab some chinese food – I know that isn’t politically correct, but I know the business and the people: they are chinese, who are 100% American. Bob and I have been eating at the Lucky Dragon for decades. I have been hungering for chinese food for weeks … and now I can finally get out of the house, and out of town for a short 45 minute ‘round trip drive.
The employees there know me; they don’t treat me like a leper when I walk through their door.
Getting back home had to be rerouted.
I had planned to nip in at Joanne’s Craft Store and grab some yarn for a new project, but crossing the bridge, I noticed a snafu unfolding in the lane I needed.
Someone in Kelso was having a worse day than I was.
I took another route home … and nipped in at Hart C’s Thai Food to grab some Thai meals.
I usually pickup Thai food once a month … but missed out on that when I was laid up with sciatica and arthritis.
Bob and I have known the Vietnamese family for decades; we all became friends when they bought Hart C’s: we spent hours talking when we frequented the restaurant, and we watched other’s familes grow up. The family became legal citizens, and are 100% American. They get my money every month (1) because I love them (2) the food is yummy (3) they welcome me like family, when I walk through the door. They know me.
When I finally got home, I portioned out the meals into individual servings and got them tucked into the freezer … keeping out a portion for my evening Supper – and a few for the rest of the week.
Each purchased meal broke down into 3 or 4/1-serving containers: I’m good with “comfort foods” for a while 😉
I also relaxed with a solitaire game before bed …
The
layout designs I’m creating is fun, and an interesting twist on the original
layout 😊
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