I normally love Wednesdays. I get to sleep in, I don’t have any pressing things to do. It’s great. However, my child showed up in our room at 3:30 this morning. Fell asleep in our bed and started to snore. I feel for any woman who marries this child. Then the trusty husband put the child back in his bed and I finished out my night of sleep.
I started work this morning after breakfast only to find out I can’t send email from my lifeofelle account. That’s great when you use that account for a primary business account and you have to send confirmation emails to customers. I screw around with that for an hour not getting it to work when the trusty husband IMs me and asks if I want to meet him at Costco before lunch. I agree, begrudgingly. I hate Costco. I thought I might get the time to browse around and pick up the garbage bags that we need. We were actually there to get new glasses for the trusty husband and contacts for me. I’ve been wearing my glasses for about a week now because my last pair of contacts ripped.
Picking out glasses with TH is like picking out tennis shoes with him. I’d rather stab myself in the eye with a pencil. Once he finally found the frames he wanted (and I had told the child, “no don’t open that and no you cannot play with the shredder despite the fact the Costco monkeys put it out at toddler level in the open,” for the billionth time) we took our number and waited. This is like when you have to take a number at the post office during the Christmas rush. I said I was going 2 aisles over to look at their office/ scrapbook stuff and TH thought that since we were only 2 numbers away I should stay there. I also told him repeatedly that I would have to see the eye doc there, despite the fact that I had a brand shiny new prescription in my hand. Contact lens fitting and all.
20 minutes later our number is finally called and we order the husband’s glasses. The lady gets to the end of the order and gives us our total. Then TH proclaims, we have such and such insurance. You would have thought we just told this woman her dog died. Big sigh and an eye roll. Heaven forbid this woman have to get up out of her chair, find a form, pick up a phone, punch a bunch of numbers and magically we would only have to pay 1/3 our original total. Oh the humanity.
Transaction #1 complete (because there is no way in hell Costco was going to let us pay once for everything) we tell her I need contacts. “Well… you’ll have to go next door and have a lens fitting for that.” *Evil eye to TH*
Takes 5 minutes for the lens fitting and back to take another number for me. Another 20 minutes later, more eye rolling, and a whopping $10 out of my pocket I have new contacts for the next 6 months.
Come home, email still doesn’t work. I reset everything, I talk with the online chat monkey at dot-dumb hosting and still nothing. The help monkey informed me to email online support. That would be great if I could send emails now wouldn’t it? I spent a total of an hour on hold waiting for a live support person. That worked well. I had a flashback of Russia because their hold music was a Bach song that is on Baby Bach.
Not to mention one of my cats threw up like 6 times all over the house.