Thursday, October 05, 2006
Mistakes were made
I should be in bed.
I was just about recovered from the wild fandangos of the recent Candidate Party/Library Book Sale/Massive Catch-up Action with Kung-Fu Grip Days. But TODAY was the END of the LIbrary book sale, where books are $2 a bag. That means that all the ones I was not sure enough about to pay $1 each (50 cents for paperbacks) for on Sunday could now go home with me for less than a quarter. Since Mike was in school I had to tote all the books to fill eight boxes, and then the boxes of books themselves, all on my own.
Ow.
That means even with TRYING to catch up on email and comments, I am WAY more behind than when I started. It's really not that fair.
I remembered two of the things I was going to post about last week, though. Things that illustrate why I should not complain when other people make little mistakes....
Back in July, I sold a $5 book on eBay. What with one thing and another, I didn't pay too much attention when I didn't hear from the buyer. In August I did, though. He emailed basically saying, "Hey, where's my book?" I emailed back basically saying, "Hey, where's my dough?"
He said he had sent it, right away. I didn't get it? No, I hadn't, but I asked if he had the receipt. Oops, he just recently threw that away. Guess he knew that sounded lame, because he just offered to send another one. He did, and I sent his book. All was well.
But you KNOW what happened next, right? While I was moving stuff around sorting books last week, I found a plastic bag with some mail in it. Mike had fetched it one day but set the bag down near one of the many teetering towers of boxed books 'n stuff, and it must have slipped down behind.
It was all junk mail...except for my poor buyer's original money order. :/ At least he accepted my profuse apology graciously.
The other thing I finished resolving today. Remember me complaining because even after I bought a new battery, my riding lawn mower refused to start? This was sometime towards the beginning of September. I had called the shop and they had promised to come get it to fix it.
I waited and waited, and finally called them about 2 weeks ago to see if they had forgotten me. I talked to the shop owner, not the actual repair guy this time. He assured me I was NOT forgotten, they had just been really swamped, and as soon as my name came to the top of the list, they would come for my giant non-lawn-cutting paperweight.
So on Monday, Actual Repair Guy calls me. Had I tried my mower yet? Because they had replaced the bad battery cables and brought it back...on the 15th. He THOUGHT he had put it in a different spot, and there was a repair ticket with the amount owed stuck in it somewhere.
Yeah, that means any time in the last three weeks I COULD have cut down the chest high weeds in what passes for our yard, had I been slightly more alert and aware.
I'm not sure what the point is of slowly getting my body more up to speed if that makes my brain think IT is now free to head off on vacation.
I was just about recovered from the wild fandangos of the recent Candidate Party/Library Book Sale/Massive Catch-up Action with Kung-Fu Grip Days. But TODAY was the END of the LIbrary book sale, where books are $2 a bag. That means that all the ones I was not sure enough about to pay $1 each (50 cents for paperbacks) for on Sunday could now go home with me for less than a quarter. Since Mike was in school I had to tote all the books to fill eight boxes, and then the boxes of books themselves, all on my own.
Ow.
That means even with TRYING to catch up on email and comments, I am WAY more behind than when I started. It's really not that fair.
I remembered two of the things I was going to post about last week, though. Things that illustrate why I should not complain when other people make little mistakes....
Back in July, I sold a $5 book on eBay. What with one thing and another, I didn't pay too much attention when I didn't hear from the buyer. In August I did, though. He emailed basically saying, "Hey, where's my book?" I emailed back basically saying, "Hey, where's my dough?"
He said he had sent it, right away. I didn't get it? No, I hadn't, but I asked if he had the receipt. Oops, he just recently threw that away. Guess he knew that sounded lame, because he just offered to send another one. He did, and I sent his book. All was well.
But you KNOW what happened next, right? While I was moving stuff around sorting books last week, I found a plastic bag with some mail in it. Mike had fetched it one day but set the bag down near one of the many teetering towers of boxed books 'n stuff, and it must have slipped down behind.
It was all junk mail...except for my poor buyer's original money order. :/ At least he accepted my profuse apology graciously.
The other thing I finished resolving today. Remember me complaining because even after I bought a new battery, my riding lawn mower refused to start? This was sometime towards the beginning of September. I had called the shop and they had promised to come get it to fix it.
I waited and waited, and finally called them about 2 weeks ago to see if they had forgotten me. I talked to the shop owner, not the actual repair guy this time. He assured me I was NOT forgotten, they had just been really swamped, and as soon as my name came to the top of the list, they would come for my giant non-lawn-cutting paperweight.
So on Monday, Actual Repair Guy calls me. Had I tried my mower yet? Because they had replaced the bad battery cables and brought it back...on the 15th. He THOUGHT he had put it in a different spot, and there was a repair ticket with the amount owed stuck in it somewhere.
Yeah, that means any time in the last three weeks I COULD have cut down the chest high weeds in what passes for our yard, had I been slightly more alert and aware.
I'm not sure what the point is of slowly getting my body more up to speed if that makes my brain think IT is now free to head off on vacation.
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