One pair of reading glasses has a crack in the earpiece, thanks to SOMEBODY swatting at them and knocking them off the coffee table when I wasn’t looking.
Another pair is MIA after an outing with a friend this morning. I think I left them at a store but store says no and they aren’t in her car either so ??? At least they were the cheapie $3 pair but I liked them.
I’m waiting to see if I can E6000 the cracked pair together and in the meantime I’m wearing the ones that are scratched up to shit and very old (but other than that I can see out of them so whatever)
Dear manufacturers of little single use packs of face mask or deep conditioner:
Please don’t put conditioner in a thing that needs scissors to open. I promise your customers don’t have scissors in the shower or bath. You have created an annoyance instead of well conditioned hair.
This has been upgraded to a big complaint because over the weekend they accidentally flooded my office and ruined all of my priceless, irreplaceable notes and textbooks from undergrad and grad school
Spent a chunk of last night doing clothing repairs, got through everything successfully except a pair of sandals that require digging up a stronger needle/heavier thread, and when putting away clothes at lunch I found another pair of socks, a pair of jeans, and a pair of underwear that need work too (and another pair of jeans that will soon so I might as well do it). With the exception of the tissue-paper shirt most of these are from pre-covid times but seriously, that was only five years ago.
They did mention something about replacements, but it’s more notes/folders than books, most of the textbooks I kept are annotated by me, and the ones that aren’t were a gift from a late mentor in my current department.
My PhD thesis was also ruined
Everything’s currently in a freezer to prevent mold and I’m going to push them to pay for a salvaging service. I’m not holding my breath though.
I started a new Instagram account to showcase my costuming and crafting. It took exactly 3 weeks for the body shaming ads and suggested posts to show up.
Ugh, I am sorry. I’ve noticed these ads and posts creeping in on my socials too (I mostly use TT, but I do use IG & FB for business) and I have an extremely curated algorithm, so I think it’s a “nature of the beast” thing vs something specific about your algorithm. I hate it too. I hope it readjusts for you (and me, tbh).
I’m sick. Again. I’ve been sick all but 3 weeks since before Christmas. Having a kid in their first year of inside school is ROUGH. Weirdly this time the baby and I are patients zero? No idea how that happened. But the razzle dazzle of this round is the deep, chest shaking pleghmy cough. So far it’s only occasional but I know it’s going to get so much worse. And my track record is to almost always get bronchitis from colds like this (thank you, body, for reminding me I do still technically have asthma).
My lyft driver decided to spend the ride telling me about how he has never had a hotdog or McDonalds and he and his wife do not eat out or get takeout. Ever.
He is 81.
Good for him, except that any man over 40 who says this seems to either be lying (like sitting at x restaurant doesn’t count or xyz doesn’t count) OR far more commonly has accomplished this feat solely by having a long suffering wife.
Also he is German and 81. Were all of his sausages superior to a hotdog? He did not answer when I said his parents must have been healthy too, and if they were pioneers of the organic movement I am very sure he would have told me.
Anyway. Real TC. I brought green juice and homemade yogurt parfait to ballet instead of pizza so a) no pizza and b) living this dude’s dream (was my green juice takeout???)
