Frustrated and need to bitch
Jul. 19th, 2005 04:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sailorhathorI have taken steps to make sure that people are getting my mail, or rather, that they are supposed to. I found a mail drop in my work building. It's a freakin' US post office branch. If I don't put the mail there, I take it to the local post office. I haven't put a single thing in the outgoing mail cubbyhole in my apt building for weeks. Still, it seems like people just aren't getting some of the mail I am sending, or it's taking longer than it should.
I put another set of three DVDs in the mail to go back to Netflix on Friday. They haven't received them yet. Okay, it hasn't been THAT long, but in the past, they would have received them by now and credited me for them. The mail goes to the local Netflix office, which is in Coppell - in other words, they should have had them by Saturday or Monday. It's, like, a half hour drive or so. Today, still no email saying, "Yay! We got 'em! More DVDs are on the way!" I don't know if this is a Netflix problem (lazy worker who isn't crediting me for returning DVDs) or a mail problem.
Then, I bought a few things off Ebay. Some of the people have received my money and already sent the items, others are taking a while. I actually need to email them and ask hey, did you receive my money, because that would at least make me feel better. But what if they haven't? More to fret about. :P They're probably just slow/really busy/a store that gets tons of orders a day.
As a side note, I hate sellers who are too lazy to leave feedback once I've left feedback. Makes me never want to buy from them again. I haven't bought a lot off Ebay, I need all the feedback I can get.
Anyway, I feel pretty helpless here because what else can I do? I'm doing the most I can to make sure my mail gets where it needs to go save for jumping on a plane and taking it there myself! At times like these, I wish I could stop worrying about things I cannot control, but it's just a part of my personality.
I want more DVDs. ::greedygreedy::
Sometimes I wonder where my mind gets the fucked up shit it dreams up for me to dream about. This week has been WEIRD. I can't remember all the dreams now, but I do remember a couple creepy as shit ones. First one involved being at someone's house (some stranger, not sure who it was) and they had a cardboard cutout decoration of Santa Claus hanging on a window. It was all cartoony and jolly, you can probably imagine it. But someone had cut one of his eyes out. This person was using the Santa as a cover so they could peer in through the window, through the cut out eye. Just like one of those movies where someone looks through the eyes of a painting to spy on someone! XD But my dream has the courtesy to show me a really looooong closeup view of the eye looking through Santa's face, staring right at me, and it was REALLY CREEPY. One cartoon eye, one real eye. Not blinking, just staring. And of course, when I told the owner of the house what was going on, they looked, and the real eye was GONE. XP
I remember having some sort of dream involving Skeet Ulrich, but nothing good happened, he just made a short cameo or something. I really can't even remember what he was doing, just that he looked at me and shrugged and made that "I don't know" "mmeeum" noise. XD
Last night's dream was the clincher of the week. I dreamed there was some sort of humongous slimy animal thing people were called a "centipede" that lived in swamps, but sometimes came into populated areas in the south and ate things it wasn't supposed to. It was all brown and looked like a gigantic eel with a fat round hump behind its head. It was big enough to eat sealions whole. Like, its head was larger than a child. My dream showed me news footage of it going after sealions in Florida. I was rooting for the sealions 'cause they aren't huge and scary and gross. Anyway, one of those "The Insider" or "American Journal"-like shows had footage someone had taken of one of these centipede things EATING SOMEONE'S KID. The story talked about how the parents had left the child in his stroller for only a minute and were "at least 45 feet away" when the mother saw the centipede slither into the store and swallow her kid whole STROLLER AND ALL. They were able to save the child with the help of some store employees who beat the thing senseless with baseball bats or something, and it turned out the animal couldn't digest the stroller anyway, so it threw it up. Luckily, the kid was strapped into it, so he just rolled out with the stroller. XD Of course my mind had to give me a lovely slow-motion shot of the animal swallowing the stroller with the kid in it. GULP! Thank you so BLOODY MUCH, mind!
Sometimes I wonder about myself... 9_6
I put another set of three DVDs in the mail to go back to Netflix on Friday. They haven't received them yet. Okay, it hasn't been THAT long, but in the past, they would have received them by now and credited me for them. The mail goes to the local Netflix office, which is in Coppell - in other words, they should have had them by Saturday or Monday. It's, like, a half hour drive or so. Today, still no email saying, "Yay! We got 'em! More DVDs are on the way!" I don't know if this is a Netflix problem (lazy worker who isn't crediting me for returning DVDs) or a mail problem.
Then, I bought a few things off Ebay. Some of the people have received my money and already sent the items, others are taking a while. I actually need to email them and ask hey, did you receive my money, because that would at least make me feel better. But what if they haven't? More to fret about. :P They're probably just slow/really busy/a store that gets tons of orders a day.
As a side note, I hate sellers who are too lazy to leave feedback once I've left feedback. Makes me never want to buy from them again. I haven't bought a lot off Ebay, I need all the feedback I can get.
Anyway, I feel pretty helpless here because what else can I do? I'm doing the most I can to make sure my mail gets where it needs to go save for jumping on a plane and taking it there myself! At times like these, I wish I could stop worrying about things I cannot control, but it's just a part of my personality.
I want more DVDs. ::greedygreedy::
Sometimes I wonder where my mind gets the fucked up shit it dreams up for me to dream about. This week has been WEIRD. I can't remember all the dreams now, but I do remember a couple creepy as shit ones. First one involved being at someone's house (some stranger, not sure who it was) and they had a cardboard cutout decoration of Santa Claus hanging on a window. It was all cartoony and jolly, you can probably imagine it. But someone had cut one of his eyes out. This person was using the Santa as a cover so they could peer in through the window, through the cut out eye. Just like one of those movies where someone looks through the eyes of a painting to spy on someone! XD But my dream has the courtesy to show me a really looooong closeup view of the eye looking through Santa's face, staring right at me, and it was REALLY CREEPY. One cartoon eye, one real eye. Not blinking, just staring. And of course, when I told the owner of the house what was going on, they looked, and the real eye was GONE. XP
I remember having some sort of dream involving Skeet Ulrich, but nothing good happened, he just made a short cameo or something. I really can't even remember what he was doing, just that he looked at me and shrugged and made that "I don't know" "mmeeum" noise. XD
Last night's dream was the clincher of the week. I dreamed there was some sort of humongous slimy animal thing people were called a "centipede" that lived in swamps, but sometimes came into populated areas in the south and ate things it wasn't supposed to. It was all brown and looked like a gigantic eel with a fat round hump behind its head. It was big enough to eat sealions whole. Like, its head was larger than a child. My dream showed me news footage of it going after sealions in Florida. I was rooting for the sealions 'cause they aren't huge and scary and gross. Anyway, one of those "The Insider" or "American Journal"-like shows had footage someone had taken of one of these centipede things EATING SOMEONE'S KID. The story talked about how the parents had left the child in his stroller for only a minute and were "at least 45 feet away" when the mother saw the centipede slither into the store and swallow her kid whole STROLLER AND ALL. They were able to save the child with the help of some store employees who beat the thing senseless with baseball bats or something, and it turned out the animal couldn't digest the stroller anyway, so it threw it up. Luckily, the kid was strapped into it, so he just rolled out with the stroller. XD Of course my mind had to give me a lovely slow-motion shot of the animal swallowing the stroller with the kid in it. GULP! Thank you so BLOODY MUCH, mind!
Sometimes I wonder about myself... 9_6
