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Have yourself a hysterical re-gifted Christmas

Every now and then, I just have one of those days.

Like today.

The toilet’s stopped up and the landlord’s out of town, so every time I need to pee I have to hike up the street to the gas station that’s also used by the local, um, working girls who are really guys whenever they need to refresh their makeup. Hey, at least it gets me out of the house. After calling around and pricing plumbers, I’ve decided that I can certainly live with a walk up the street a few times a day until the landlord gets back and deals with it.

Around lunchtime, I decided to hop on the bike and take a longer trek to the gym, which happens to be next to a movie theater with really nice restrooms – you know, so I could workout, offload breakfast and see one of the end-of-the-year award-bait movies all in one trip (although not necessarily in that order).

At the gym, everything I wanted to use was either broken or covered in puddles of sweat. Really, people.. you’re not just carrying that towel for the hell of it.

Later, as the movie was letting out, I looked up at the leaden sky and decided the predicted rain was still far enough away that I could get in a bike ride.

Of course, I got completely soaked, and when I got home I discovered that the FedEx delivery person from hell had taken my package of prints that I’d ordered from Flickr so I could save money on Christmas gifts this year, folded it in half and crammed it partway into the mailbox where it had then gotten rained on.

So now, instead of having that smug “I beat the system” feeling,  I had a big stack of soggy fucked up photos.

I now regret my decision not to bother with any sort of plan B.

I then called FedEx to file an insurance claim, and when the rep asked for the exact monetary amount of the order, I couldn’t find the order confirmation email from Flickr. It wasn’t in the inbox, in the trash, on the desktop.

It was just completely fucking gone. Then I realized that I had to pee again, which meant a hike up the street in the rain and that’s when I started crying.

“What am I going to do?” I wailed “Now I don’t have anything for Christmas and I have to get on a plane Saturday morning! I can’t go shop at the mall! I’m out of work!”

The FedEx customer service rep went into “placate the crazy lady” mode and tried to calm me down, but by then I’d worked up a really good head of steam and  there was really nothing he could do besides tell me that I had 21 days to file a claim and that perhaps I should call back later after I’d calmed down.

I then completely lost my mind and demanded that someone from FedEx call my family and explain to them that this was not my fault.

The rep started laughing, and then I realized how silly I must have sounded and started laughing as well, and although I’m much calmer now I’m going to be digging around the house looking for some crap that I can slap some paper on and try to convince said family that I really thought they might like a T-shirt from the caterer on some TV show that no one’s ever seen and a promotional flashlight from last year’s buzz movie.

Ooo… I think I might have an unused wooden spoon somewhere. That might work. Or batteries. Everybody loves batteries.

Also, I would just like to go on the record as saying that I am now officially sick of Christmas music.

If I hear that fucking Carpenters song one. more. time. I am going to very calmly turn to the person standing next to me and strangle them.

Merry Christmas to you too.

Oh, and I saw Juno. It’s very cute and sweet, although I really don’t think it’s award material. Guess it’s been a slow year.

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9 Responses

  1. JCW says:

    Geez…you poor thing! I guess an awful lot of us are a bit stressed this time of year, but it sounds like you got it REALLY bad.

    How about you print out a copy of this blog entry for each of your gift recipients and put it in a card with a promisory note that the photos will be arriving a little late?

    Meantime, I wish you safe travels, a merrier Christmas than might be expected, and more work than you can handle in the new year.

    Oh! And a working toilet… most of all I wish you a working toilet!

  2. Not4me says:

    …and a guinea hen in a pear tree.

  3. nezza says:

    Peggy – you seem to be one of those people to whom “things” just happen.

    You are very overdue some good things, and I sincerely hope they start happening soon.

  4. snarkolepsy says:

    If I were you.. and I’m not, obviously – I’d stick on my big girl pants and go to the hardware store and buy 2 feet of one inch rubber hose, and some disposable gloves. It will maybe cost you 5 bucks.

    Thread the hose down the pooper – and don’t let go. Chances are the clog is not more than a foot down. The rest of those pipes are too big to really contain a clog.

    Can’t help you with the gift part, but at least you will be able to get up in the middle of the night to pee.

  5. scotsirishgirl says:

    oh, peggy honey! if the tube down the toilet thing doesn’t work…just call that plumber and include the bill with your rent.

    and i agree that you are WAY overdue for some good stuff to happen (as am i…but that is another deeply depressing story…DEEPLY).

    OH! and i HATE christmas music around this time, too. this year, more than ever…but that’s part of the DEEPLY depressing story that i won’t post right now.

    so…have the best holidays possible!

    *cyber hug*

  6. geekhiker says:

    Christmas music is good for exactly one playing of each song. The repeated-at-extra-volume in every single store really should be outlawed.

    Sorry ’bout the pre-holidays bad luck…

  7. Em says:

    When my mail carrier finally decided to deliver my mail (apparently the USPS has a problem with folks living in sin on a rural route and didn’t want to bring my mail til my bf moved out), she thought it would be swell to fold my Snapfish photos in half and cram them in the box.

    I feel your pain.

  8. mtgirl says:

    Wow~And i thought living in a small podunk town was bad. Seems life in LA is worse for a certain person this christmas. Well hopefully by the time you come back from visiting your family, your landlord will have fixed your toilet. I hope at least your flight was good, you had no stale peanuts, and the airline did not lose your luggage. :)
    And yes…i am also a hater of holiday tunes played repeatedly over the loud speaker for what was it again…our listening pleasure? Yeah, okay.My heart goes out to those poor brave souls that have to work in a mall during this festive season. May their stocking be stuffed with earplugs.

  9. boskolives says:

    You really could benefit from some life lessons from the grips, at least as far as basic home needs.

    Is it just your toilet that’s jammed up? Are the shower / bathtub / sink also not working? Do I have to tell you to do the math and figure out how many potential pee drains there are in your home, not to mention gallon sized empty water bottles you could round up and then casually empty outdoors?

    Get past the yuck factor and decide if you really need to make that road trip each time just to go 10/100.

    When mother nature calls she doesn’t specify where, only when.

    Happy New Years!

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