Tis the season. However, kitty treats are always appreciated.
We had a winter storm over the weekend; it dropped several inches of snow. I’m fairly certain that this is the end to my walks to the bus stop, as so many businesses don’t keep their sidewalks or parking lots cleared. Costco does a fairly good job, but Ross and Menards don’t; it’s downright treacherous to walk across their parking lots. Case in point: we had a severe winter storm about two years ago. I had worked earlier in the day when it hit, so I didn’t have to worry about walking through snow covered parking lots. For two days after the storm, I was off. Now, most everyone else had cleared out when I got back to work. Everyone except Menards.
I had to walk in the road and follow the tire tracks. They hadn’t touched the snow at all and it had been two days since we’d gotten it. In fact, they started plowing the road while I was in the middle of walking through it! I’m not kidding about that. Yeah, it probably costs Mr. Menards too much to pay for decent snow removal, so he half-asses it. Because why bother paying someone actual money to take care of a problem?
With the snow comes my anxiety; I can feel it ratcheting up as the days get colder. I know the cause–it’s due to my mammogram three years ago and the resulting surgery–so I know that in a few months, it’ll quiet down. Until then, I have the sertraline, which keeps it at bay. I also have Lulu, who helps keep me calm.
Prime has all eight Badges in Pokémon Shield. I’m sitting at four. What the heck? Normally, I’m leaving him in the dust and he had to play catch-up. Not this time.
Today was interesting, to say the least. I was the opener and the only one there until 11:00! There was no 9:45 person. That won’t be happening tomorrow, as I’m the 9:45 person and I’ll make damn sure to be there.
I have to wonder: does Lulu realize how lucky she is now? I used to tell Sammy that he should be happy that he was an indoor kitty; he had a warm bed and lots of food. I wonder if Lulu knows just how much we love her. She was a stray; who knows how often she got fed? Did she have a warm, dry place to sleep? Were there people out there who tried to look out for her? Was she ever cold or lonely? I don’t know and she can’t say, but if her purrs are any indication, then she’s pretty happy here. Spoiled? This little kitty? Not in the least. She just happens to deserve the best.
Prime’s in the middle of one of the stupidest bans from Facebook ever; he’s unable to post, like, or share anything due to “unusual activity” with his account. The unusual activity? Giving “Ha Ha” reactions to the massive amount of TracFone ads that showed up in his feed. He posted about a day earlier how we’re done with them; according to TracFone, I went through two gigs of data in a day, even though my phone was off for a good portion of the day. Seriously. I had used .15 gigs at work, then switched off the data, leaving me at 1.85.
I should have taken a screenshot of that. Because when I tried to use my data again, I had zero.
Apparently, something similar has happened to other people; some lost all of their minutes after a thirty second phone call, others lost everything for no reason. Some reported tangling with TracFone’s customer no-service and being called liars; one person said she could see her minutes depleting as she talked to the customer service representative from her landline phone. One lost all of their minutes and TracFone claimed that they had used them all… the phone in question was in a purse, in a closet, powered off. So I wasn’t alone in this.
Prime tried tangling with customer no-service and got nowhere; the data was used–funny, because my phone had been off for the better part of the day–and they refused to give me a refund. This shit is absolutely on them, but they aren’t owning up to it. So, Prime’s going to unlock my phone either this month or next and we’re going to a different provider. However, Prime made a mistake: he posted about it on Facebook. Someone from TracFone replied to his post, saying that they wanted to fix this shit. Prime said ‘piss off, we’re done’ or something to that effect.
That’s when he started getting deluged with TracFone ads. Each one he got, he gave a laugh react. Then, he was logged out of his account suddenly…
Yep, a ban because TracFone’s shitty little fee-fees got all hurt. He’s pissed, but he’s also agreeing with me a bit: Facebook is a lost cause. Zark Fuckerberg would rather play footsie with conservatives than stay here in reality, so fuck him and fuck Facebook. The trolls, the alt right, the Nazis, and all the other shitty little human beings can have it. There are alternatives.
So that’s what happened to me this weekend. How are things with you? 😦