🎵 I hate everything and I want to burn it all down 🎵
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I hate everything and I want to burn it all down I got a delivery notification. Costco, the place I recently ordered my glasses from, had shipped a package to my abusive ex's house (who I used to share a Costco membership with).
I texted my ex, then drove over to get my package. They texted that I had no package there. UPS was known for leaving our packages is the wrongest of places, so I assumed by "read door" they meant the alleyway (again).
On the way, I stopped to get a critical medication from the pharmacy. My insurance declined it again, so I paid out of pocket again.
I got to my ex's place and looked all around the house and neighbors' houses (in the rain). My ex didn't answer the door, but I could see them inside as I walked past. I grabbed some very wet mail they'd left out for me while I was there.
I called and filed a missing package report. They were like "what about the delivery photo?". The delivery confirmation didn't have a photo.
I finally drove home.
I called Costco and they're like "your glasses aren't ready, so we didn't send you anything".
I text my ex "did *you* get any packages from Costco today?"
"Yes."
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And didn't think to tell me before I spent my morning looking all around for a little $500 package? *sigh*
I decided to open the mail.
The first one was a soggy "benefits" report, showing my shitty insurance has covered $40 so far this year. 40-fucking-dollars. That's because they've covered a refill of my cheapest medication and a $16 lab...but none of my visits or other meds.
The second soggy piece of mail was from my "investment team" wishing me happy birthday.
I'm too poor to invest anything, and it's not my birthday.
Fuck today @alice <sits nearby for company>
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I hate everything and I want to burn it all down
I got a delivery notification. Costco, the place I recently ordered my glasses from, had shipped a package to my abusive ex's house (who I used to share a Costco membership with).
I texted my ex, then drove over to get my package. They texted that I had no package there. UPS was known for leaving our packages is the wrongest of places, so I assumed by "read door" they meant the alleyway (again).
On the way, I stopped to get a critical medication from the pharmacy. My insurance declined it again, so I paid out of pocket again.
I got to my ex's place and looked all around the house and neighbors' houses (in the rain). My ex didn't answer the door, but I could see them inside as I walked past. I grabbed some very wet mail they'd left out for me while I was there.
I called and filed a missing package report. They were like "what about the delivery photo?". The delivery confirmation didn't have a photo.
I finally drove home.
I called Costco and they're like "your glasses aren't ready, so we didn't send you anything".
I text my ex "did *you* get any packages from Costco today?"
"Yes."
🤬
And didn't think to tell me before I spent my morning looking all around for a little $500 package? *sigh*
I decided to open the mail.
The first one was a soggy "benefits" report, showing my shitty insurance has covered $40 so far this year. 40-fucking-dollars. That's because they've covered a refill of my cheapest medication and a $16 lab...but none of my visits or other meds.
The second soggy piece of mail was from my "investment team" wishing me happy birthday.
I'm too poor to invest anything, and it's not my birthday.
Fuck today @alice I'm sorry you've had such a rotten day. I guess tomorrow is more or less guaranteed to be an improvement, but I hope it's as good as today has been crap.
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I hate everything and I want to burn it all down
I got a delivery notification. Costco, the place I recently ordered my glasses from, had shipped a package to my abusive ex's house (who I used to share a Costco membership with).
I texted my ex, then drove over to get my package. They texted that I had no package there. UPS was known for leaving our packages is the wrongest of places, so I assumed by "read door" they meant the alleyway (again).
On the way, I stopped to get a critical medication from the pharmacy. My insurance declined it again, so I paid out of pocket again.
I got to my ex's place and looked all around the house and neighbors' houses (in the rain). My ex didn't answer the door, but I could see them inside as I walked past. I grabbed some very wet mail they'd left out for me while I was there.
I called and filed a missing package report. They were like "what about the delivery photo?". The delivery confirmation didn't have a photo.
I finally drove home.
I called Costco and they're like "your glasses aren't ready, so we didn't send you anything".
I text my ex "did *you* get any packages from Costco today?"
"Yes."
🤬
And didn't think to tell me before I spent my morning looking all around for a little $500 package? *sigh*
I decided to open the mail.
The first one was a soggy "benefits" report, showing my shitty insurance has covered $40 so far this year. 40-fucking-dollars. That's because they've covered a refill of my cheapest medication and a $16 lab...but none of my visits or other meds.
The second soggy piece of mail was from my "investment team" wishing me happy birthday.
I'm too poor to invest anything, and it's not my birthday.
Fuck today 🫂
Right, let's get you out of those wet clothes, into a warm shower, followed by putting on the fluffiest, softest, warmest bear costume, big bowl of strawberries and blueberries and steaming hot cup of tea
With lots and lots and lots of snuggles.
But don't squeeze too hard, I tend to fart when people squeeze me too hard. (Yes a silly joke for some levity)
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I hate everything and I want to burn it all down
I got a delivery notification. Costco, the place I recently ordered my glasses from, had shipped a package to my abusive ex's house (who I used to share a Costco membership with).
I texted my ex, then drove over to get my package. They texted that I had no package there. UPS was known for leaving our packages is the wrongest of places, so I assumed by "read door" they meant the alleyway (again).
On the way, I stopped to get a critical medication from the pharmacy. My insurance declined it again, so I paid out of pocket again.
I got to my ex's place and looked all around the house and neighbors' houses (in the rain). My ex didn't answer the door, but I could see them inside as I walked past. I grabbed some very wet mail they'd left out for me while I was there.
I called and filed a missing package report. They were like "what about the delivery photo?". The delivery confirmation didn't have a photo.
I finally drove home.
I called Costco and they're like "your glasses aren't ready, so we didn't send you anything".
I text my ex "did *you* get any packages from Costco today?"
"Yes."
🤬
And didn't think to tell me before I spent my morning looking all around for a little $500 package? *sigh*
I decided to open the mail.
The first one was a soggy "benefits" report, showing my shitty insurance has covered $40 so far this year. 40-fucking-dollars. That's because they've covered a refill of my cheapest medication and a $16 lab...but none of my visits or other meds.
The second soggy piece of mail was from my "investment team" wishing me happy birthday.
I'm too poor to invest anything, and it's not my birthday.
Fuck today @alice So sorry, Alice. That day sucked.
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Right, let's get you out of those wet clothes, into a warm shower, followed by putting on the fluffiest, softest, warmest bear costume, big bowl of strawberries and blueberries and steaming hot cup of tea
With lots and lots and lots of snuggles.
But don't squeeze too hard, I tend to fart when people squeeze me too hard. (Yes a silly joke for some levity)
@Aprazeth I took a shower before I left, I'm already in fuzzy clothes, and I have a glass of whisky and a can of Coke Zero.
Think I might play some Minecraft too.
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I hate everything and I want to burn it all down
I got a delivery notification. Costco, the place I recently ordered my glasses from, had shipped a package to my abusive ex's house (who I used to share a Costco membership with).
I texted my ex, then drove over to get my package. They texted that I had no package there. UPS was known for leaving our packages is the wrongest of places, so I assumed by "read door" they meant the alleyway (again).
On the way, I stopped to get a critical medication from the pharmacy. My insurance declined it again, so I paid out of pocket again.
I got to my ex's place and looked all around the house and neighbors' houses (in the rain). My ex didn't answer the door, but I could see them inside as I walked past. I grabbed some very wet mail they'd left out for me while I was there.
I called and filed a missing package report. They were like "what about the delivery photo?". The delivery confirmation didn't have a photo.
I finally drove home.
I called Costco and they're like "your glasses aren't ready, so we didn't send you anything".
I text my ex "did *you* get any packages from Costco today?"
"Yes."
🤬
And didn't think to tell me before I spent my morning looking all around for a little $500 package? *sigh*
I decided to open the mail.
The first one was a soggy "benefits" report, showing my shitty insurance has covered $40 so far this year. 40-fucking-dollars. That's because they've covered a refill of my cheapest medication and a $16 lab...but none of my visits or other meds.
The second soggy piece of mail was from my "investment team" wishing me happy birthday.
I'm too poor to invest anything, and it's not my birthday.
Fuck today @alice
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@Aprazeth I took a shower before I left, I'm already in fuzzy clothes, and I have a glass of whisky and a can of Coke Zero.
Think I might play some Minecraft too.
Sounds to me like a good plan to recharge your spoons
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I hate everything and I want to burn it all down
I got a delivery notification. Costco, the place I recently ordered my glasses from, had shipped a package to my abusive ex's house (who I used to share a Costco membership with).
I texted my ex, then drove over to get my package. They texted that I had no package there. UPS was known for leaving our packages is the wrongest of places, so I assumed by "read door" they meant the alleyway (again).
On the way, I stopped to get a critical medication from the pharmacy. My insurance declined it again, so I paid out of pocket again.
I got to my ex's place and looked all around the house and neighbors' houses (in the rain). My ex didn't answer the door, but I could see them inside as I walked past. I grabbed some very wet mail they'd left out for me while I was there.
I called and filed a missing package report. They were like "what about the delivery photo?". The delivery confirmation didn't have a photo.
I finally drove home.
I called Costco and they're like "your glasses aren't ready, so we didn't send you anything".
I text my ex "did *you* get any packages from Costco today?"
"Yes."
🤬
And didn't think to tell me before I spent my morning looking all around for a little $500 package? *sigh*
I decided to open the mail.
The first one was a soggy "benefits" report, showing my shitty insurance has covered $40 so far this year. 40-fucking-dollars. That's because they've covered a refill of my cheapest medication and a $16 lab...but none of my visits or other meds.
The second soggy piece of mail was from my "investment team" wishing me happy birthday.
I'm too poor to invest anything, and it's not my birthday.
Fuck today @alice
Jeez Alice, this has the beginnings of a real supervillain back story.Sorry you've had such a bad day. Hope you get to treat yourself, relax and pray tomorrow is a better day.
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I hate everything and I want to burn it all down
I got a delivery notification. Costco, the place I recently ordered my glasses from, had shipped a package to my abusive ex's house (who I used to share a Costco membership with).
I texted my ex, then drove over to get my package. They texted that I had no package there. UPS was known for leaving our packages is the wrongest of places, so I assumed by "read door" they meant the alleyway (again).
On the way, I stopped to get a critical medication from the pharmacy. My insurance declined it again, so I paid out of pocket again.
I got to my ex's place and looked all around the house and neighbors' houses (in the rain). My ex didn't answer the door, but I could see them inside as I walked past. I grabbed some very wet mail they'd left out for me while I was there.
I called and filed a missing package report. They were like "what about the delivery photo?". The delivery confirmation didn't have a photo.
I finally drove home.
I called Costco and they're like "your glasses aren't ready, so we didn't send you anything".
I text my ex "did *you* get any packages from Costco today?"
"Yes."
🤬
And didn't think to tell me before I spent my morning looking all around for a little $500 package? *sigh*
I decided to open the mail.
The first one was a soggy "benefits" report, showing my shitty insurance has covered $40 so far this year. 40-fucking-dollars. That's because they've covered a refill of my cheapest medication and a $16 lab...but none of my visits or other meds.
The second soggy piece of mail was from my "investment team" wishing me happy birthday.
I'm too poor to invest anything, and it's not my birthday.
Fuck today -
@alice
Jeez Alice, this has the beginnings of a real supervillain back story.Sorry you've had such a bad day. Hope you get to treat yourself, relax and pray tomorrow is a better day.
@DodoTheDev thanks
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I hate everything and I want to burn it all down
I got a delivery notification. Costco, the place I recently ordered my glasses from, had shipped a package to my abusive ex's house (who I used to share a Costco membership with).
I texted my ex, then drove over to get my package. They texted that I had no package there. UPS was known for leaving our packages is the wrongest of places, so I assumed by "read door" they meant the alleyway (again).
On the way, I stopped to get a critical medication from the pharmacy. My insurance declined it again, so I paid out of pocket again.
I got to my ex's place and looked all around the house and neighbors' houses (in the rain). My ex didn't answer the door, but I could see them inside as I walked past. I grabbed some very wet mail they'd left out for me while I was there.
I called and filed a missing package report. They were like "what about the delivery photo?". The delivery confirmation didn't have a photo.
I finally drove home.
I called Costco and they're like "your glasses aren't ready, so we didn't send you anything".
I text my ex "did *you* get any packages from Costco today?"
"Yes."
🤬
And didn't think to tell me before I spent my morning looking all around for a little $500 package? *sigh*
I decided to open the mail.
The first one was a soggy "benefits" report, showing my shitty insurance has covered $40 so far this year. 40-fucking-dollars. That's because they've covered a refill of my cheapest medication and a $16 lab...but none of my visits or other meds.
The second soggy piece of mail was from my "investment team" wishing me happy birthday.
I'm too poor to invest anything, and it's not my birthday.
Fuck today -
I hate everything and I want to burn it all down
I got a delivery notification. Costco, the place I recently ordered my glasses from, had shipped a package to my abusive ex's house (who I used to share a Costco membership with).
I texted my ex, then drove over to get my package. They texted that I had no package there. UPS was known for leaving our packages is the wrongest of places, so I assumed by "read door" they meant the alleyway (again).
On the way, I stopped to get a critical medication from the pharmacy. My insurance declined it again, so I paid out of pocket again.
I got to my ex's place and looked all around the house and neighbors' houses (in the rain). My ex didn't answer the door, but I could see them inside as I walked past. I grabbed some very wet mail they'd left out for me while I was there.
I called and filed a missing package report. They were like "what about the delivery photo?". The delivery confirmation didn't have a photo.
I finally drove home.
I called Costco and they're like "your glasses aren't ready, so we didn't send you anything".
I text my ex "did *you* get any packages from Costco today?"
"Yes."
🤬
And didn't think to tell me before I spent my morning looking all around for a little $500 package? *sigh*
I decided to open the mail.
The first one was a soggy "benefits" report, showing my shitty insurance has covered $40 so far this year. 40-fucking-dollars. That's because they've covered a refill of my cheapest medication and a $16 lab...but none of my visits or other meds.
The second soggy piece of mail was from my "investment team" wishing me happy birthday.
I'm too poor to invest anything, and it's not my birthday.
Fuck today @alice
Please accept, if you want, a virtual cup of tea and a hug from an internet stranger...
What a shitty day.
Tomorrow will be better (fingers crossed) -
I hate everything and I want to burn it all down
I got a delivery notification. Costco, the place I recently ordered my glasses from, had shipped a package to my abusive ex's house (who I used to share a Costco membership with).
I texted my ex, then drove over to get my package. They texted that I had no package there. UPS was known for leaving our packages is the wrongest of places, so I assumed by "read door" they meant the alleyway (again).
On the way, I stopped to get a critical medication from the pharmacy. My insurance declined it again, so I paid out of pocket again.
I got to my ex's place and looked all around the house and neighbors' houses (in the rain). My ex didn't answer the door, but I could see them inside as I walked past. I grabbed some very wet mail they'd left out for me while I was there.
I called and filed a missing package report. They were like "what about the delivery photo?". The delivery confirmation didn't have a photo.
I finally drove home.
I called Costco and they're like "your glasses aren't ready, so we didn't send you anything".
I text my ex "did *you* get any packages from Costco today?"
"Yes."
🤬
And didn't think to tell me before I spent my morning looking all around for a little $500 package? *sigh*
I decided to open the mail.
The first one was a soggy "benefits" report, showing my shitty insurance has covered $40 so far this year. 40-fucking-dollars. That's because they've covered a refill of my cheapest medication and a $16 lab...but none of my visits or other meds.
The second soggy piece of mail was from my "investment team" wishing me happy birthday.
I'm too poor to invest anything, and it's not my birthday.
Fuck today On the bright side, it means they didn't lose my one of a kind designer frames¹ from the Netherlands fashion show.
I got them from a place that goes to various trade and fashion shows and brings back like a few pair of everything cool. *reasonably-ish* priced too.
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