#191 - Don't Like Wasting Time

 
Fixing Mistakes

I thought I had learned something about priorities during my cancer. I learned not to sweat the small stuff... and all that. But lately I've wasted time ranting over a lot of stupid things. And with a wedding in 2 weeks, my focus should be elsewhere.

Returning a Valentine
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​I thought this silly Hallmark card (which included a record) would be a dandy surprise. The day after V-Day, I went back to the store and said "I need to return this card." I complained that the 13-dollar purchase played poorly on both sides. "No, I don't have the receipt." I explained. "It didn't occur to me that I'd be returning a Valentine card." No luck there.

Two weeks later I was still bugged by this "45" that couldn't be played and I called Hallmark. The woman I spoke to handed me over to the woman above her. I had to explain what a record was and I still don't think she understood. She offered me a $5.00 gift card, but I told her that wouldn't do. My complaint was sent to corporate. Oh my.

Mother of the Bride... in Red
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I ordered a dress from Neiman Marcus, online. It was a lovely $400. dress, marked down to less than $100. It was a classy, mother of the bride dress in soft gray. It was the last one and it was my size. 10 days later this sexy red thing in the wrong size arrived. The back was cut low and the nice little hole in front made a statement. I called NM and they were sorry. The dress I had ordered was gone.

I complained enough that they offered to let me keep the red dress, with an extra 10 percent off. That was ridiculous. I returned the dress and shopped elsewhere.

Mail Issues
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​Driving to California a couple weeks ago, was not a waste of time. Don and I were helping our son and daughter-in-law with their move to Sacramento. But when we returned 10 days later we had to face our usual mail issues. Vacation Hold, never ever works for us!

We thought our held mail had been delivered, but began to wonder if we'd gotten it all. After a week, I went to the post office to check. The man at the special door gave me a box of mail with our yellow card on top. I pointed to the card, "This says it was supposed to be delivered a week ago." "Well," he shrugged.  "We've got a temporary carrier in your area. You know anyone who wants a job?" When I got home I went through the mail and discovered 5 Sports Illustrated magazines and numerous pieces of mail that belonged to other homes and businesses. I returned to the post office to complain. I got very little satisfaction out of that.

Focus
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​I needed to complain and I'm done.

Now I'll just sigh about the rainbow we saw in California and the snow covered mountains we flew over...

Mostly, I'm going to think about what's ahead in 2 weeks! I'm going to remind myself to be grateful for my good health, knowing that I will be able to enjoy every minute of Heidi and Jamie's special day!!
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