Monday, December 24, 2018

That Week, Tho

Last week was a doozy.

It started a week ago Saturday, and for some reason, everything seemed to be coming in at once, and all via email or online.

I don't know what is with people, but something is clearly up with them, and it is not good.

All I could think in the midst of all of this was that a whole bunch of bad people-karma had decided to land on my doorstep last week, compelling me to work through it all.

There was a brief lull, just long enough for me to get all the grading done, and for that I am grateful.

Because really, why should innocent students suffer?  They shouldn't. They were not in any way shape or form the problem.

It was... "the Grown-Ups" (for lack of a better term).

I've said it before, and I'll say it again: I don't think people should navigate relationships from behind a computer screen. They're just not good at it.

I know I'm probably more or less alone on this point, but I really don't think social media, email, etc. have done the human race all that many favors. It's gotten to the point where I now celebrate the fact that I shut the wifi off completely for at least 12 hours a day.  

Last week, there was the credit card company again.

Remember how my card was hacked, back in June? Yeah, well, 6 months later, I'm paying for the problems caused, not by the thief, but by the CREDIT CARD COMPANY's handling of the problem.

Talk about ironic.

Ye gods, but I hate them at this point, I truly do. After an hour on the phone with them, I ended up looking like this:

They made me feel like crap, and gutted my day. I'd been really looking forward to that day, because the grading was done, and it was my first official day "off" but no, I could not have that, I just could not.

The Cosmos said "No."

I ended up going for a walk and then buying myself a little "cake" of yarn to knit, just to cheer myself up (needless to say, I paid for it with cash).

I'd promised myself pizza and Christmas cookies, so I made both.

And then I went to bed early, which is really the best thing to do when someone has made your day ... bad.  If I'd had a teddy bear, he would have been soaked with tears before I drifted off to sleep that night murmuring, "those rat bastards...".

But as my mom always said, "This too shall pass." And it did.

Of course, when said credit card company sent me a customer service "satisfaction" survey 48 hours later, I filled it out like this:

My best friend said she wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of that survey. As I told her, "If there was comment box, there was a comment."

It was therapeutic.

As far as the other pesky humans went... meh. Not worth worrying about.

I decided about midway through 2018 that I simply wasn't going to navigate friendships or relationships via screens and computers anymore, and that's been for the best, no question.

Life is calm and generally peaceful (unless and until I check my credit card, that is), and it's hard to argue with that kind of success.

As "the Week" was happening, the motion sensor light on my front porch decided it simply just couldn't anymore, so it began switching on and off, at random.

But only barely on, and then immediately off. Sort of like someone had just discretely snapped your picture when you stepped onto my front porch.

If you walked in front of it, and it picked up your movement, you felt like you were on the catwalk.

(And yes, I did begin humming that song, "I'm Too Sexy" at one point, because really, how could you not?)

If it hadn't been on my front porch and visible from the street, and if I hadn't been so mad-sad at the credit card company, and if the anxious part of me hadn't been just a tiny bit worried that the whole light fixture was going to suddenly spark into some kind of lightning-strike-laser-beam kind of thing (because it was that kind of week, after all), I probably would have begun voguing.

Especially when it began flashing like a strobe light. Again, at random. Always at random.

It would be pitch dark for hours on and then..."strike a pose!"

Needless to say, I was not at all certain my neighbors would be amused by any of this, so although it took some doing, I got it to stop--once it became clear that the guy I'd called and asked to come fix it really wasn't going to show up.

Did I mention "people" in the context of "last week"? Yeah.

But as of Saturday, things seemed to settle down, which makes sense because that made it one full week of stress and chaos, with a lull for grading (and if I'm here calling "grading" a "lull" that gives all the teachers out there a sense of just how nutty it all was).

Today, I took a 4-mile walk in some snow showers, bought a couple of knitting needles that I do sort of "need" to finish a current project, and made a mince pie.

Tomorrow, there will be a feast, but tonight it will be a Silent Night.

With wine and without wifi. Curled up under a blanket by the Christmas tree, with a book and some knitting and the kitties, always the kitties.

Merry Christmas!

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