I put away my cozy fleece jacket thingy in the spring. I distinctly remember thinking “this is a reasonable and useful spot to put this away.”
I’m sure you can guess what’s happening now that it’s cold again and I want to wear it.
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I have a solution for you! Buy a new one, and the old one will magically appear after the return window has closed.
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Alas, I bought it many years ago from a Renaissance Faire vendor, and they’re not there anymore!
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Sounds like you need to go to extra faires so you can get a replacement. It’s the most reasonable solution.
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My banking app says I have no internet connection and won’t let me log in to pay bills. I promise I have a connection. See: I’m posting this.
Get your stuff together, banking app.
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Ooh I also have a banking app tiny complaint!
I tried to deposit a (decently large) check last week using the app, but the app glitched during the process. I can’t see any evidence of it having gone through, but I can’t try to deposit the check again because it thinks it’s already been deposited. I’ve already done the web chat twice and customer service was unhelpful, so I’m calling now and listening to hold music with a recording quality that sounds like it was recorded in 1899.
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We’re going out to dinner on Friday, and this is the restaurant’s menu on their website
I like to PLAN, damn it! I want to know what their actual menu is so I can decide what to get now, two days in advance. They don’t have a closing time either, just “4:30 to close”.
Much too vague for my taste, haha, but I’ve heard they’re delicious, so we’re going despite my annoyance with their marketing.
Not a complaint, but also:
“We do not have a phone to answer” 
Fair, fair, I don’t want to talk on the phone either.
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The forum tire curse continues. $1100 today to replace my husbands trucks special tires. Unexpected leak of unknown cause in one, and all the rest are already pretty low tread. (I mean. “Already”. He drives a ton and tows a ton. Time wise it’s “already”, miles wise it’s reasonable. SIGH)
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That also isn’t very friendly to folks with dietary restrictions, food aversions, etc. I hate it when restaurants do that.
At least mention WHAT vegetables, and note if it’s got meat or gluten or nuts, etc?
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People are posting fake information about hurricanes on the internet.
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Customer called me 6 times on my 30 minute lunch break, instead of leaving me 1 voicemail. I almost don’t want to call him back on principle.
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Oh wow yeah. I hate that.
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Literally right now. Baby’s booties have been missing for WEEKS. I finally gave up and bought new ones. Return window closed yesterday when she walked (with hands) in bark chips in them.
Guesssss what my husband just walked in with?
YEP.
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3 water bottles down, and one quality thick fleece everyone claims not to have.
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I cannot find my fleece jacket. It is seemingly nowhere at home and isn’t in my office so I left it on the bus
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First tires, now fleeces?
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This happened to B1 this week too. The bus also claims not to have it. Is your bus lost and found conveniently located?
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Ended up in a long conversation wtih someone about his traumatized daughter at the antique store.
My complaint is: when I meet people like this, i find it impossible to just say “I’m sorry,” and walk away. I inevitably tell them x or y story from my horrible past. Maybe it’s that I want recognition for having healed? Maybe it’s just (&(U ego? I don’t know. But I would dearly love to NOT do this any more. It’s my past. I did it. I wrote the book, even if it hasn’t been published, it was procured by a publisher. It’s done. Why do I get so stuck???
Makes me mad. I want to move ON already!!!
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But also you are trying to bond with them by sharing a vulnerability from your past. We bond over shared experiences. But I do understand this is not who you are or want to be now.
Maybe practice scenarios and responses to make yourself an automatic “scripted” response?
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Yeah, this one was a surprise. It’s a guy who buys books from me, lived in S America, etc. I guess he needed to talk, or something, and off we went…
It’s like falling into quicksand. YOu know it’s there and then whamoo! You’re in it again. I have likened having PTSD to living in a fun house, full of trapdoors, deadends, etc.
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