Quick Like A Bunny
30 September 2009
I still can't figure out how to get the pictures off my new camera, and I haven't had time to sit and figure it out. I don't know why I've suddenly come down with a case of Acute Idiocy, but I hope it clears up soon. I want my pictures!
I found out today that the psycho mom at the bus stop (not the one who beat her kid - she no longer comes to the bus stop - but the other one on whom I called CPS a while back) is moving to Connecticut in a few weeks. Ding dong, the witch is dead! I can't wait until she's gone. Seeing her sour face every morning and afternoon at the bus stop really brings down my mood.
I didn't have to work until 10 this morning, and I made the bad choice of going back to sleep after I put the kids on the bus. I figured on a half-hour's last-minute sleep, but it ended up being more like an hour-plus. Oopsy. I had just enough time to run through the shower and whisk off to the store. But I was on time, at least!
Today, they started off by putting me with someone to learn the U-Scan, which is the four customer-scanning register set. Most of the other cashiers haven't learned U-Scan, and I caught a few of them giving me the "WTF?!" look during that time. It's nice to know they think I'm capable of what some aren't, but truth be told, it's extremely boring and I hate it. I'd much rather run the register myself and keep busy. The U-Scan time dragged on slooooowly.
Then I ran the register for about 3-4 orders with Timothy, who taught me U-Scan, before he got sick of standing around doing nothing and demanded I be put by myself. So, they did. I still don't have my own cashier numbers, so I ran on his number all day, and so did he, which is weird. Again, if it were me, I'd be pissed to have someone else running my number, but they run things really weird at this store compared to Publix, where I worked through college. Holy lot of run-ons, batman. But I do tend to run on, don't I...?
So that went fine. I wore the boot to work, and gave them my doctor's note, earning me the nickname "Hop-Along" for the day. I kind of wish I could just wear the Crocs; they are so much more comfortable than that stupid post-op shoe that doesn't fit! Oh, and to answer your many questions, I wear anywhere from a 5 to a 7 shoe, depending on the brand. Not exactly minuscule, but smallish. I don't know why the ER couldn't have maybe given me a kid's boot? The one I have is supposedly a Small and yet it extends 2" past my toes.
I had another customer I knew today - one of the brownies moms who had gastric bypass 2 months before I did. I don't like her a whole ton, but she looks great. She's friendlier-seeming now that we have that in common, I think. We both complimented each other on our disappearing selves. I wonder who I'll run into tomorrow!
Oh, I know. Rob and Jack! I have to work again, so Rob is taking time off to get Jack to the hospital to pick up his new leg braces. I told him to swing by the store after and show me. I can't wait to see, and I'm really disappointed I can't go to that appointment. I hate missing such stuff.
After work, I had my hands full with my wallet, keys, iPhone, knitting, mail, a Coke... so when I was unlocking the front door, the iPhone slipped from my hands and smashed onto the brick threshold. My first thought was, "Oops, Rob's going to kill me for dropping it yet again." I drop it a LOT. But then, I looked down and saw that the screen was completely smashed to smithereens. Just demolished. Obliterated. I did a double-take, and maybe a triple. I couldn't believe it! I'd just completely ruined my latest obsession. Fuuuuuuuuuck!!!
I was so pissed. Like, furious. At myself, of course. Who else? It's my fault for quitting the purse-carrying lately. I don't know why I did, other than someone telling me recently that purses were dorky, and another someone telling me she was too cool for a purse, and another someone telling me her kid said "purses are for old ladies." Peer pressure, I guess! Dumb, dumb, dumb.
So I called AT&T and got the bad news that my $199 iPhone was now going to cost me $399 to replace with the early upgrade option, or $599 if I didn't use it. Hello! I JUST bought it in August! (I did find out that the protection plan doesn't cover dropping it, so at least I didn't kick myself in the butt over that one.)
I absolutely refused to do that, though, so I got Apple's phone number from them and found out they could give me a new phone for $199. Perfect! I made an appointment for tomorrow night, but they said I could do a walk-in tonight and see if they could fit me in. Yeah. Appointments at the Apple store. Who knew?
This post is turning out NOT to be as quick as I'd planned...
Anyhoo, the Littles and I took Chloë to her Jazz class and then ran to the Post Office. I had to mail back two Netflix movies we'd found during the floor thing, which I'd, uh, reported missing. And a Blu-Ray movie I just sold on eBay, and Jack's big box of 2T clothes which I'd also just sold on eBay, and a huge packet of expired coupons to an overseas Navy base, which I do every month. The Littles went inside with me, of course, and made everyone giggle over their antics. Well, most people. They kept fighting over who got to drop the package in the chute. It's a favorite job for them.
We were on our way to Sonic (I had another hankering for that egg-and-cheese croissanwich that made me barf while driving last week) (I never learn), when Rob texted me that he was home. Perfect! We ran home instead and picked him up, getting back to dance class just in time to get Curls.
The next stop was MacArthur Center, the big mall in downtown Norfolk where the Apple store is located. The "concierge" greeted us, with major attitude, and told me that no, I would NOT be getting a new phone for $199 but rather just a replacement screen. And furthermore, I could be waiting for hours if he put me in on stand-by without an appointment. Hum, okay... I had him put me on the list anyway.
I waited about 20 minutes. In that time, I realized that the Apple store, and Apple users in general, seem to be in their own little sub-culture of Weird. They are funky, they are snobby, they are assholes. I'm not saying they ALL are, but that was really the pervading nature of almost everyone I witnessed, both customers and employees alike. Huh.
Except for the nice young girl who came out to be my Tech Support person. She whisked my phone off to the secret little hidey-hole in the back where they Make Things New Again, and she came back out to tell me that she was out of replacement screens, so I would be getting a brand-new phone after all. Great! Honestly, I almost would have rather had the new screen, because then I wouldn't have to worry about losing any of my calendar data, my notes, my contacts, my apps, my whole life which was on that phone. But especially my calendar.
I got the new phone, coughed up the 200 smackers that we don't have, paid my stupid two-dollar parking bill (paid parking at a mall! Psht), and drove a handful of blocks away to the Norfolk Waterside. I had picked up a last-minute bonused dinner shop at H******s, the T&A wings place we all know and, um, love.
The kids ate really well, even Jack, and they inhaled their dessert. We just sat back and watched the forks fly. It was amusing, to say the least. The Server was amused at how fast it disappeared into such small children. When it comes to sweets, my kids don't mess around! You'd think they never got any, but they do. Sillies.
We came home, and while I helped Jack and Chloë finish their homework, I synced up my new iPhone to my iTunes account. And I was right to be worried. My contacts and apps survived the move, but my notes and calendar are completely gone. I am lost without my calendar. I'm really pretty bummed about it. I know I'm going to forget important things, because I no longer have them. Birthdays, anniversaries, holidays... all gone, but even worse? Appointments, schedules, shops... I have no clue. Now what??!
I guess maybe I'll call the Apple store in the morning and see if they still have the old phone, and see if I can go get it or something. I NEED my data!
On that note, I'm going to take out my contacts and hit the hay.