Nothing pressing going on in my life. Really the just day-to-day grind. But I think I've got some kind of blogging bulimia or mental constipation. One way or another, I need to get it all out. Where to start?
Kodak is a large corporation whose so-called customer service cannot provide service and has no idea that customers keep them in business. I talked to three different people who told me that not only could they not help me, but no one could. What the hell kind of service is that? Yesterday I placed an order at kodakgallery.com for prints and a photobook. It's really neat. I had one mailed to me and one to my mom each one was about $30. I did not put in the coupon code for 35% off of photobooks when you buy $60 worth. I called to see if I could get it applied or cancel and re-enter my order. No and no. I suggested that they could put the order through and credit my card for the difference. Every time I suggested something the only answer was, ""The system won't let me do that."" That system… I tell you. Finally today, I called and asked the supervisor what she COULD do. I already heard from everyone else all the things they couldn't do and I was very curious as to what, if any, service she could provide to me, the customer. I told her all about my previous dealings and she didn't seem impressed or have an answer as to why a customer service person would tell a customer that no one in the whole company could help them. She said that all she could do was put a $10 credit on my Kodak account and it would be good for products or shipping and did I have anything else. I can't say I feel valued. I still am waiting for a callback from corporate. I'll call again tomorrow and everyday until they talk to me.
I've been feeling rather sluggish at work. Tuesday I had a low-grade fever all day that neither Tylenol nor Advil could knock out. Leland was talking to me and I could feel the sweat beads forming on my forehead and I heard him talking, but it was like my brain had to translate the sounds into words. I tried to function, but I don't think I was ever at 100%. Today I just felt blah. I'm not sure if I'm fighting off a cold or what, but I'm not liking it and I'm sure that I have not been the most pleasant person.
Alex's team lost their second game of the season. It will probably be the only loss this season, but I was really hoping to see them win. It was a good game though. Both teams are talented and it came down to two good plays by the other team. We'll see them in the playoffs, I'm sure. On the upside, the uniforms are just gorgeous. When I first saw the green pants I thought they were ghetto, but they look sharp. We're talking mini NFL players out there and they're very slimming on the big boys. I think we take our team pictures in October and I'll definitely be putting one of those up.
I came home tonight and crashed. I only meant to lie down for a minute before starting dinner. Chris woke me up about an hour and half later when he got home. He heated up leftovers for dinner. I feel so lazy and useless. It's not like I'm at home all day, but I should be able to manage cooking dinner two or three nights a week. My Honey is so awesome. I did argue with him this week, but that's mostly my fault. I'd been bottling stuff up and decided to hit him with it all at once. It's not a nice thing to do to a person. The sad thing is, he's stuck with me. Poor thing. Ah well, he can't say he wasn't warned. My own mother asked him repeatedly if he was sure. I'll try to be nicer.
Lately I've been concerned with stories people tell me. I think I'm too cynical to be a good listener…that and people lie. I stop short of calling people liars, but I have made it clear that I know what's what. I have put one person in a position of supplying proof or shutting the hell up. The silence that's followed is truly a blessing.
I think I'd like to take a road trip or something. I need a nice three-day weekend and I don't think there's one coming up soon. I'd like to go visit my mom. I've never really gotten used to not being able to see her all the time. When I finally settle down from the day and think to call her, it's usually 10:30 or so and I know she's probably getting into bed for the night. I need a blackberry so can schedule calls on my outlook and see the reminders pop up on my phone. That, or a note on the fridge so I remember to call on the weekend.
Motorola has yet to send the replacement for my phone battery. The phone holds about a two minute charge and dies. Currently it's plugged in at the office. I forgot to bring it home tonight. That's part of why I haven't called anyone. Thing is no one's called me either. I'm not good at keeping in touch. I haven't even sent out thank you cards from the wedding. Think if I wait a little longer I can do a Thank You Merry Christmas card? I feel like I'm losing touch. Disconnected. I don't know if I've changed or if others have changed, but it seems like I have less and less to say to fewer people. Well, at least there's you.
I feel like I've purged some of my mental backlog. Perhaps now I'll be able to sleep.
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