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the market of the beast
Jun. 30th, 2021 08:54 pmI have reached the point in Axel's vacation where I am considering turning the cats into earmuffs. (This point reliably falls some time in week 3)
Morning routines are go into the kitchen step over the cat open the fridge door take the cat food out of the fridge pull the cat out of the fridge close the fridge door step over the cat move my foot to stop the cat from licking it ew move the other foot to stop the cat from licking it ew step over the cat serve the food step over the cat open the fridge door put the cat food in the fridge take my yogurt out of the fridge pull the cat out of the fridge close the fridge door step over the cat move my foot to stop the cat from licking it ew move the other foot to stop the cat from licking it ew step over the cat open the fridge door put yogurt in the fridge pull the cat out of the fridge close the fridge door. Then I spend ten minutes trying to keep one cat off my feet and the other cat out of my breakfast before I give up and take it all upstairs.
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I made the mistake of buying something off Etsy without realizing that the seller was located in Vancouver, Washington and not Vancouver, British Columbia. So of course they ship UPS. UPS are gougers of the highest order, my $20 late-night impulse buy cost me almost $90C by the time I pried it off those fuckers. I don't know what they're like in the US, but in Canada they literally hold your shit hostage after you have already paid their exorbitant shipping fees until you give them more money. So it's either cough up or flush the cash you have already paid.
My own damn fault. Should have caught it at checkout.
Oh and they also delivered it to the wrong address. Fortunately my neighbours are lovely.
Oh well, it's a gift. Hope they like it.
***
Tomorrow is a Stat Day (Canada Day) so the office is closed. And I don't work Fridays so I'm getting a long weekend. There is a march to support Indigenous people going on downtown tomorrow, but it's a good hour walk just to get to the start point and it's been heat-stroke weather all week. I suspect I won't go, so I'll do my usual of donating money and writing letters to politicians instead.
I spend so much time calling and writing politicians. So much time.
Very very occasionally, I feel like it did something.
Morning routines are go into the kitchen step over the cat open the fridge door take the cat food out of the fridge pull the cat out of the fridge close the fridge door step over the cat move my foot to stop the cat from licking it ew move the other foot to stop the cat from licking it ew step over the cat serve the food step over the cat open the fridge door put the cat food in the fridge take my yogurt out of the fridge pull the cat out of the fridge close the fridge door step over the cat move my foot to stop the cat from licking it ew move the other foot to stop the cat from licking it ew step over the cat open the fridge door put yogurt in the fridge pull the cat out of the fridge close the fridge door. Then I spend ten minutes trying to keep one cat off my feet and the other cat out of my breakfast before I give up and take it all upstairs.
***
I made the mistake of buying something off Etsy without realizing that the seller was located in Vancouver, Washington and not Vancouver, British Columbia. So of course they ship UPS. UPS are gougers of the highest order, my $20 late-night impulse buy cost me almost $90C by the time I pried it off those fuckers. I don't know what they're like in the US, but in Canada they literally hold your shit hostage after you have already paid their exorbitant shipping fees until you give them more money. So it's either cough up or flush the cash you have already paid.
My own damn fault. Should have caught it at checkout.
Oh and they also delivered it to the wrong address. Fortunately my neighbours are lovely.
Oh well, it's a gift. Hope they like it.
***
Tomorrow is a Stat Day (Canada Day) so the office is closed. And I don't work Fridays so I'm getting a long weekend. There is a march to support Indigenous people going on downtown tomorrow, but it's a good hour walk just to get to the start point and it's been heat-stroke weather all week. I suspect I won't go, so I'll do my usual of donating money and writing letters to politicians instead.
I spend so much time calling and writing politicians. So much time.
Very very occasionally, I feel like it did something.