I’m right here people…..

well… here’s hoping this Wednesday is a little better than last…

I guess it wasn’t so much a BAD day as it was a day I spent looking around wondering if I exist.

Disclaimer: some of the situations involve people who may read my blog – please don’t take offense, I need all the readers I can muster.

The first transgression was a work sitch (that’s hip for ‘situation’… the fact I had to explain the hipness makes it a little less hip).

Ok, so a few weeks ago I bought a larger-than-usual supply of medications from a wholesaler because the wholesaler was offering a discounted rate.  Seems innocuous enough, right?  (I’ll try not to lose you in the banality that is my day-to-day existence…)  For some reason, out of the blue, I picked up one of the items – the sticker showed full price; this led to an all-out investigation (which was irritating ’cause previous to this I was happily sitting at my desk shopping for furniture – it’s a bitch of a job, really).  Every medication from that order had a full price sticker;  I sent off an email to my rep.  This is the conversation (condensed):

me: I got the stuff, the stickers show regular price

him: you had to fax the sheet not order directly onlline

me: I did fax the sheet

him: oh… ok then… the sale price will show on your invoice

me: I just checked and the invoice shows full price

him: oh… ok… it seems you slipped through the cracks; the deal wasn’t applied to your order – we’ll issue a credit

So… you know, I DID get the prices and I’m not really all that ticked at my wholesaler ’cause let’s face it… shit happens.  And had my day ended there – I probably would be sitting here wondering what the hell to blog about….  But…. alas…. my day kept going….

I get a bazillion emails per minute (not really….).  So, Wednesday (THE Wednesday) I noticed a recurring email that I didn’t want and, as my emailing thus far had resulted in a rather large credit from a wholesaler, I thought, “what the eff….  I’m going for it.”  This is the abridged version of THAT conversation.

me: Hi, could you take me off your email list.

her: sure… could you tell me your company name

me: (totally showing my professional, mature side in that all of my emails have everything but my bra size in the signature line;  I really just wanted to write, ‘uhhhhhh scroll down dumbass’ but…) Everett Pharmacy

her: I don’t have you in my system

me: (looking for a perplexed font) well, I’m replying to an email FROM you..

her: we can’t seem to find your email address in our system

me: well, maybe look in your ‘sent’ folder every day of the last month – I’ll be there

2 hours later they had removed me from their outgoing emails list.  Again… nothing spectacular… nothing warranting any kind of further discussion, especially if my day had ended there… but… it didn’t.

In December we changed banks for a number of reasons, not the least of which being the $150 promotional offer if we got the account up and running by the end of the year.  It was serendipity, I was not happy with our current bank and my bff worked at $150 bank – nothing gets me moving like the promise of being rewarded for something I WANT to do anyway…. only… we never got the 150 beans.

I called some time in February and was told to hang on it might take upwards of 90 days for the money to be deposited; no worries, man, no worries – it was free money…  It was also the kinda shit I only thought of when I was in the shower at 11pm or driving somewhere on Sunday afternoon; but early last week I put a reminder in my phone to call and inquire about my $150 bonus.  On Wednesday (THAT Wednesday) with 2 weird issues behind me; I got home and listened to our phone message, “Hi Karen… we’re trying to get your money.  The promotion was never entered into your account.”

Seriously… what the devil is going on around here?  Again… shit happens and it was fixed with a  single phone call (a deposit for $150 was made into our account the very next day) but – I was sorta feeling a little – I dunno… irrelevant????

I sat down, preparing to share my ‘Karen has never been less significant’ day with Dan but he was looking around for something…   Had one of my fabulous girlfriends been searching… it would not have affected my story telling one iota, DAN looking around? fugetaboudit, I might as well’ve stood on the table with sparklers and tap danced my story.  (it bears mentioning – had I unhooked my bra, his head would’ve snapped around like a bass on a lure… jackass can be outside, mowing grass, with headphones on and before my brassiere hits our bedroom floor he’ll be standing next to me, “did you call me?”).  As I had no desire to unleash my attention grabbers, I instead asked, “What are you looking for?” — 3 times (am I real?  oh my god, I’m Bruce Willis in the Sixth Sense…).  It seems he was looking for the checkbook – we had to pay for Abby’s gymnastics…

except

I had paid… Monday

I walked in on Monday, checkbook in hand and fetched my girl.  The Abbers says, “Mom, my teachers need to speak to you…”  (and me… being me… started thinking how I’d respond to them wanting to showcase Abby in the next competition…).  So I followed the teacher who had asked to see me; when she stopped moving (damn, young, fit people – slow.the.hell.down.) I introduced myself and said, “Abby said you need to see me….”.  She had no idea, “I’m not sure what the owners want but maybe… have you paid for May?” So, I told her I had not but raised my hand holding the checkbook and headed to the front desk.  While at the front desk, an owner trotted over and asked about my overdue payment (it was May 2nd by the way, the 1st was Sunday…) and I kinda looked around wondering what the fuck he thought I was doing – at the front desk – with my checkbook out – and a pen in my hand…  The desk guy told me what I owed and the owner talked to me at length about their plans for the coming months and how the fee might change because of these changes… about 6 minutes of discussion concerning my current payment and future payments…

And… because it was Wednesday (THAT Wednesday) that very same owner asked Dan to please pay the fee for May…

A day of missing deals, phantom emails, lost promotions and ghost payments… I just tried to tag some photos on Facebook – I wasn’t able to do it – is it starting all over????  Eh, it’s payday at work – I know a few people who will celebrate my existence…