Bye-bye Walmart….

So now, a Post Script on this posting.

The zone manager,who was very polite by the way,says we have to bring our receipt back to walmart with our walmart credit card. They have to refund what we purchased on our other card and put it on the walmart card in order to get the $25 as advertised, and, did I mention that the zone manager said that you now get $35 off? Oh, so we don’t qualify for that but you want us running around like monkeys trying to do what YOU want your customers to do?

Are you freaking KIDDING me?

A good customer and this HOW you treat your customers.All the BS and torture for what YOU, WALMART, should have done in the first place.Apologize for your new cashiers? Who did the lousy job of training them? We get all the headache?

You are not the only game in town: this is not over and it’ll be going to consumer fraud next.
You advertise one thing and don’t follow through.

Below, the original posting.

So you can be in Wal-Mart and need a, say, a new Nutri-Bullet.

“Apply at the registers, shoppers, for our Wal-Mart credit card, and today you will get $25 off of a $75 or greater purchase.”

So we did.

The quality staff had no clue on how to ring up a credit card application at the register, and we lost 30 minutes there.Then we went to complain to customer service and the equally inept staff there finally put an application through but they had issues with doing that. We spent $166 that day and NO way, no WHERE, NO HOW have we seen $25 off of our bill.

We saved all our receipts, called corporate, who informed us the $25 would be “credited” on our credit card. Really? Can you say duped? Today’s people say they can’t give us $25 credit, BUT they happily would give us $25 off our NEXT purchase of $75 or more on our Wal-Mart card.Oh, and don’t think that I will forget being hung up on, either….

FRAUD, anyone?

We have the sheet that was at all the registers that said you were to get $25 off THAT DAY’S $75 purchase.

I am going to be loud about this until someone else in corporate Wal-Mart decides to correct the situation.

Governmental Tango

So now, I have gone forward with into the next phase of the NJ tango-the dangerous dance of faxing forms…

Uh, I mentioned on Monday I was in an actual state of New Jersey office? It would have been cost efficient to have told me to bring this with me and you would have had it already? Seriously? What an efficiency expert could do on a field day with this!

To boot, we have company for dinner tonite so we need this road trip right now like a stick in an eye. 

 

Dueling calls

I tried to deal with a State government office this morning:got hung up on twice. The third time, after being informed all agents are busy right now, I can leave my phone number and they will call me back in between 55 minutes and one hour seventeen minutes from now.

Sure.

I also called the vet and Zusher ‘s lab is back, and I have to wait for a call back to get the actual results from the vet.

Sure.

My nervous breakdown commences.

  

Fall…and I don’t mean Autumn.

I really had been doing well. I have been working on dropping weight, walking,eating healthier,and yet despite this, I fell twice this past week.

Granted, I am smaller than what I had been, but I have been wearing my sketchers which hug my feet.Either I am walking distracted, or just catching my toes in high cement cracks between grass, but no matter what, I am hurting.

I made my 10,000 steps yesterday, and thanks to a copper fit back brace, I might be doing a little better today. Falling at 55 is rough, and you can bet I am going to try to beat this!

  

The PERFECT Storm

As George Costanza would say,”The sea was angry that day,friends…”

I knew when Zush was sick this morning,and as you see in the picture below,the ferries and weather looked Perfect Storm-ish.

Then, in my new hell room, the computer wouldn’t cooperate.people are snarling…a good day to be anywhere but here. Even the seagulls seem to have gotten a better offer.

If only I was so lucky.**sigh**

 

Clock this Biologically, the Saga Continues….

The new schedule was in my box today.

Talk about the nightmare that won’t die. Once again, the schedule is formatted ala’ maritime format. Once again, discriminating on anyone like me with vision issues. When you think the font can’t get negative, hah….I kept looking through all three levels of my glasses and it was still a struggle.

I don’t know if you can file a statewide complaint: I think I have to look into it. This makes me wish I was a lawyer.

Poison 

Nothing like moving into a mustard room, post vacation,and it’s just too much.

Bad enough my spirits are smashed, now I lose my window on the world and the ferry . I am stuck in a cracker box of a room with yentas who don’t freaking shut up. The good part it I found an extension  cord over by this desk I got,so I can plug my kindle in. I don’t, however, have a cord for my phone,so I have to work on that.

All I have to say is “aargh ”

  

See Ya!

  
This sign is along the green area where I walk my girls every day. I always question the fact where it says subject to fine, because there never seems to any law enforcement types around to enforce this law. 

When we walk, in addition to bags for the dogs, I bring one for tourist litter. Beer cans, tasty kake wrappers, McDonald’s half eaten sandwiches and their wrappers, 5 hour energy bottles… I could go on and on.

So yes, summer dollars are dependent on summer tourists. In an ideal life, they would have some consideration for the people who live here.

Don’t let the door hit you guys on the way out…..

Healthy quest

So we have been trying to eat somewhat healthier.

Somehow dinner tonight was heartburn inducing, even for me. I have been trying to stay away from all the drugstore remedies for it, seeing what I could do. I have a body who used to tell me take apple cider vinegar( 2 teaspoons) and that did work, until I found out the vinegar eats the enamel off your teeth. Yikes!

Call it divine intervention or what but when we went food shopping, I treated us to cored pineapple that they had in the produce section.Hmm…

I came in from our evening walk and could not take the discomfort any more.I remembered the pineapple, and knew of the bromide that is good for the digestion process. I took a few pieces and a little sip of the juice.

Good-bye heartburn!

Stress

So anyone who has moved at all during their life knows the stress of moving. As many times as I would move, and I would pray I’d never have to do it again.

No, the stress with moving is a walk in the park: try tying in the art of wrapping up your entire life in retirement and moving from an urban area to a place where I stand out on our deck at night and I hear crickets or birds and night sounds you’d never know exist in the city. We have come to the point where are in the home stretch and the anxiety is overwhelming.

Comcast is a current nail in our foot.Jim’s comcast email has disappeared. He has spent over 8 1/2 hours on the phone with Comcast, who evidently have decided they know how to do anything, lets assign people trouble tickets, and tell them their problem will be solved in 72 hours. Not good.Try to complain to Xfinity, you know the “kinder, gentler Comcast name”, well, they don’t care.There is no one to complain to and with their outsourcing of workers, they have no qualms at hanging up on you.I work in a Customers Service unit and if I even thought of trying what they( Comcast) are doing, I wouldn’t have to worry about retiring.

So I will wrap this post up praying for a miracle regarding Comcast, and hopefully, some peace of mind along the way.If you want to share any Comcast customer service, er, rather, lack of service stories, feel free to leave them in the comments.

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Fighting the hack…

Gentle reader, if you go back to a prior post in the month, you’ll remember me talking about hay fever.

Well, in its’ life cycle in my body, we’ve gone through the point where I sound like I smoke a pack of Camels a day.In short, I’m hacking my lungs out with post nasal drip.Thanks, pollen!

It’s rough when you have to flush water to thin mucous in your system. Sure, you can do it during the day but who wants to be up all night?I am so glad that modern technology came up with Mucinex.In the old days, I’d have enough cough syrup in me and every time I’d take it,boy, I’d get bad heartburn.

I love autumn: honestly, I do.The lungs, however, are waiting for the first frost.

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Relief

It has been a mighty long week this week.

The time to come down here to Undisclosed has never been more appreciated. I was talking to someone today and they asked me if I am scared to retire. There are so many ways to take that. As I am still working now, I come down with Jimmy and the girls on the weekend and we have been doing it for five years now.

Between the crap happening in the city, and traveling back and forth. I am not scared at all; merely tired.

I am crazy enough to like off-season, to love the fact that the bay actually will freeze over when the temperature drops low enough. Most importantly, I love the peace and quiet.

It’s time……….

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Daily Public Transit-The Good,The Bad, The Ugly

I am climbing on my soapbox again to talk about my daily commute.

Back in my prior life, when we lived two blocks away from the train station, life was sunny. A nice morning train, a brisk walk to work;in short, no worries.

Then our house sold and we moved two miles further from the train.There lies the rub: the bus.

I honestly hate the commute. In order to get into the city I take the bus onto an expressway, where I lose forty-five minutes to an hour one way.It irks me because it is time I’ll never get back again in my life.Traffic usually sucks.If you aren’t entertained by someones’ blow by blow description of how their life is going, how their **fill in the blank here: sex life, date life,third marriage is going, well,I know, I know, read or something** Well, there’s only so much to read or listen to. I refuse to be chained to Verizon and use my hot spot to be on-line. Then, when the bus reaches center city, I get off the bus and wait for a second bus.

Did I mention I hate personal trivial conversations on a cell phone on public transportation?
**Sigh**

Fortunately, I hope to God I get through this last stretch before I retire taking public transit. Pretty sad when I get to “treat” myself, thanks to my Flip Fitness class and physical therapy,and walk to the train station to get on a train that spares me the expressway.The indignity is I have to get OFF the train to get back on a bus to get home.

I won’t miss this at all.

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Phone parking for utilities

I am on the phone with our local gas authority.

I work customer service, so I know how important it is to pick up a phone, help a taxpayer, or at least try to, and do your job. Now I am told my estimated wait time is 4 minutes.What an improvement! Yesterdays wait time, dialing in at the same time of day was 31 minutes. Don’t utilities realize the amount of customers they have to deal with? I just don’t get it. People who have to wait for me for 2 minutes on the phone let me know they have been waiting. I think the utility just wants you to tire out so when you have to talk to them, you are too tired to argue.

Just saying….

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Short term stress

It would seem that we are going through a stressful time right now.

That is, if you measure both our short-term memories.What have we lost so far? A lot of things including keys, but glasses are a big player in this equation.We are still running off of the ” going through a stressful time” bit which contributes to short-term memory taking a walk and getting lost. If only that is ALL that it will do, because reading about dementia is really scary stuff.

So pardon me, I have to go off now and pray to St.Anthony for glasses to show up.

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Biding the time

Every day that I get up, get washed and dressed, make the trek down to the bus, I think,” X amount of days left.”

What they should really do is like they do in prison-that is, give you time off for the sentence served. In my case, it would be the amount of time I spend in a bus on the Schuylkill expressway.It has gotten a bit better lately, as school is close to being let out for the summer.The bus in the morning currently is a little more civilized, and much quieter.

The parking on the expressway gets to me. I have never realized that the driving skills of my fellow city residents have gone so far down the skids.It’s the equal of the first snow of the winter and people getting panicked by the first flurry.It just makes me nuts.

It makes the sanity clause something I really am hoping to embrace once retired.

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An Iphone Hiccup

I love my iPhone.
Really.

I think it was overtaken by Gremlins.

Now, all of a sudden, my i messaging between Jim and myself doesn’t work? I’ve been on one form or another of an iPhone for 4-5 years.It’s been a smooth marriage until now. I am on hold with Verizon and probably will retire by the time the representatives pick up.

Undisclosed II is probably the best spot for Verizon wireless, although I would happily move to Sprint and unlimited data in a hot minute.I hear the actual phone connections with Sprint at undisclosed sucks.

Why am I suddenly longing for two empty orange juice cans and a long piece of string?

**sigh**

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Too Old for Late Nights

In my mid-50’s, I find it frustrating that I really miss my straight eight hours of sleep.

I know as you get older, they claim you need less sleep. Last night we got in and were in bed by eleven o’clock.The problem there is Jim is wired up worried about taxes getting done this week, and other things, so he came down to bed at 3a.m., which was the end of my sleep.I can drink coffee until the cows come home but cutting me off at the knees at three a.m.,well, I just killed a can of V8 because I am too apprehensive to do red bull**vision of heart palpitations **

Let’s face it:I need to master my sleeping hours a little better.

Two tropicana juice cans and a piece of string go walking into my office…

I wish they did.

Some Einstein played with the wires at my desk on Friday, for evidently, they weren’t satisfied with how I DID it, and killed my , as I affectionately call it,” My time-life operator headset.”

I have been waiting for three days for the phone to get back to life, but to no avail, so I had to redo my phone and go back to stiff neck extremis and answer it the old way.

If a pompous person of the male persuasion comes by this desk again, this might be my last blog, because I am going to have some words to say and they, rest assured, will not be Merry Christmas.

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Back to life as we know it.

It was kind of nice having five whole days in a row not checking in at the office.

It’s over.

I would like to make it in to work tomorrow,and it will truly be challenging, as they are calling for an inch an hour snowfall between 3 a.m. and 11 a.m……uh-huh..AGAIN! In honor of this forecast, I am calling it a night in order to get a good night’s sleep.By the way, throw in a dental appointment tomorrow ,too!

Catch you in the morning.

Tra-la-la-la -pbbbbt!**a gas and electric customer’s lament…

Our Undisclosed location got torn down in July.
JULY.

The Atlantic City Electric people NEVER came out with a utility pole so the workers could get stuff done: they had to resort to generators.

Now we are shoveling that under the rug because we are waiting and waiting for the electric service to get installed.Did I mention there is a Nor’Easter due today and tomorrow? And as far as the gas men go, well, we have a ton of flags on the site: if that means they’ve been there, sweet: if not, it’ll be time to play the waiting game yet again.

As Jim told the people at AC Electric…you’re making PECO look good.

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Ah, the noise….

There’s one thing I am quite looking forward to …. a decrease of the noise in my life.

Here in the city, it seems the term “fish mongers wife” never died because that’s all I seem
to be hearing here lately.Doesn’t anyone speak in an inside voice anymore?

I get on public transportation with school teens and my head is splitting before my day starts
and the headache just lingers and lingers.

The only peace my head gets is at Undisclosed location.

It’ll be nice not to where earphones and take medication for headaches and just be able to go out
and sit and listen to nature and the watch the stars.

**sigh**

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The dentist from hell saga, continued…

So you will recall reading a back post about me going to my husband’s dentist.
You also read of the fiasco that followed…i.e., the cap that he admitted he shouldn’t
have done, and how I should fork a grand over and get a tooth implant.

Today I have a dental appointment with MY dentist to fit the cap that has now fallen out
for a second time, back in. I have come to the conclusion that all the work MY dentist has to do to correct this dentist of Jim’s, I am going to keep track of and present him with the bill.

An appointment today, two next week….the things that have to get done before one retires..

Toothless Cyberspace-the dental saga contnues

So I went for a dental check up to my old reliable dentist yesterday.
You know, cleaning,check-up, the whole nine yards. But I had a spit ball thrown at
me during the visit.

I have an appointment Friday morning with an oral surgeon for a BIOPSY on the roof
of mouth.Very happy that my old dentist caught it. My question is why didn’t
the state of the art dentist catch it? God knows he was racking up enough dollars
and was working right there.And if I can prove it went back to last fall, well,
cyber dentist can get ready to meet cyber lawyer.

Prayers and good thoughts will be highly appreciated on Friday…
I’ll keep you posted.

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How did this ever happen?

Ok, I’ll admit it.
I bitched and moaned about waiting in the heat for the bus.
Once you got on, it wasn’t bad when the air-conditioning was
working. But this morning, I had a shocker….

SCHOOL KIDS

I know, advocate for fall and cooler weather that I am, I
was willing to embrace the new season..I just forget the
extra volume of school kids on a bus. I leave early in the
morning and they are STILL on the bus.Before you say it,
yes, I was a kid on a bus once a century ago, but…

I MISS MY TRAIN!

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There is something about comfort

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…and you don’t realize you don’t have it, or its altered, until it’s gone.

For 11 years, we had a marvelous old house where things worked, gardens were to be had, plumbing worked,
and it was a pleasure living in our house.Then the house sold.

We moved into my late mother’s house, with our belongings crammed in**even after we threw a ton of stuff away**and between the amount of estate stuff, sibling stuff,it’s enough to even make me claustrophobic.

Then there is the house, aka Undisclosed location II,and hopefully, by the time that we get down this weekend, we might see some walls up and a roof.

Oh, that only a flush toilet be close behind…lol

Disgusted…

I didn’t post yesterday because of Verizon and their new plan. Evidently I have used up 75% of my available data that I can use until 8/20. Then try to call them and decipher what you can do to make the plan more friendly for Jim and I to use? HAH…The shame is we have been with Verizon for a long time and I am giving serious thought that it might be time to change.

I wish you guys would let me know who your carrier is and if you recommend it, especially if you use a hot spot for your phone.It really seems kind of “ech”, because I probably will only need the hot spot until the end of the year, but, damn that Verizon.I can’t take their customer” alleged service” hassle any more.

**stepping down off soap box**

Thanks for listening.

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Somedays you just can’t win.

Can’t use the excuse that I have too much on my mental plate, as caregiving of Mom is long done.

I blame the Cil lifestyle currently known as nomadic life, aka, moving.

We have tried to arrange things to some degree but with limited space it is hard to do.
Things that we have put in one place, well, then we have to make space for other stuff and then you want to get rid of things that need to be trashed..and so on and so on.

I just have to come out and say it that my life is currently a huge ” Dear St.Anthony “. I can’t tell you how many times a day I have to get the wheels in motion with it.Jim and I will actively scour for whatever it is and eventually we do find it. But what a job: it’s like we have nothing else to do during our day.

Things eventually,er,hopefully,will settle down, but they can’t do it quick enough for me.

New house means uber-organization, because I have had enough of this crap.

Thanks for reading ..**climbing down off my soap-box**

Hating every second

I really abhor the thought of returning to “Domicile2”.

Jim wants to clear things out but as I say to him, there are 3 people involved in this house. Quite simply it is not his call.

The prospect of going back and making room and then all that follows really sucks too. Too much change is rough.

Now if it were only 12/10, things would be great…….

If only ….

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Red leg anyone?

So I decided I had 4 hours of my life
that I had nothing to do with.

My left shin cooperated and turned scarlet red, trying to bring some color
for the party. Throw in 2 replaced knees and , uh, hello? ER ?

The concensus was maybe cellulitis or a clot/ get thee to ER… So far technology, via ultrasound, has determined no clots, so now back to linger in the waiting room until they get a room,

It’s as if I had nothing to do…lol

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Just hating every minute of it.

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I always took pride in having some patience-not a lot, mind you, but some.

I am working on a system that I read in the paper “may be delayed”…uh, telling staff
is not an option?

My radon house with a whopping 4 that had to be corrected seems to be pulling water out
through the stone of the cellar floor, and we don’t know what this is going to
mean to us time wise.

We got a survey done and again, we wait for returned phone calls.

**tapping my foot on floor while typing**

Is it Thanksgiving yet? Just wishing….

Civic Duty

I managed to get up and vote first this morning. Quite an accomplishment for yours truly.

Normally I wait and go after work. Well, today is my late day and it is due to be a chilly ** read sarcasm here** 86 degrees. Now I am under the shade of a leafy maple, sitting at a picnic table. Not a bad way to kill the 15 minutes before polls open.

I have always been an active voter: perhaps it is the history major in me. My theory always has been- don’t participate ,then don’t complain!

Go out today, if you are a Pennsylvanian and vote!

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It’s supposed to be a two way street

Jim decided to throw all the furniture out that needed, in his opinion, to go.
This happened last night, after the girls and I were in bed.

I got two hours sleep before he came up and took furniture from the second floor.

I have stuff I am a girl.

He is far from a dresser : tee shirts and holey jeans, and barely any of that.

I finally fell back asleep 1 1/2 hours before the alarms was due to go off….

It’s supposed to be a two lane street not a highway and a bike path.

It sure would be nice if it were remembered.

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Mood matching weather

It’ll all be worth it in the long run: isn’t that what they always say?

The wait, the worry, the roadblocks,the lack of cooperation. ..all for change, and to leave the comfort zone you have been in for 12 years. The annoyance of waiting for work to get done. Jim wringing his hands in agitation….**sigh**

Lots of obstacles in the way: prayers would be great this week:we really need help from high, and here too.

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Friday five

This Friday I am thankful for the accomplishment of making it through some major trauma Although its a observation , as I am only a player in the band, the whole thing went too damn fast.

I am happy that’s it Jim’s birthday this weekend . I love him very much and the fur girls love him too…..

I looking forward to a break from overtime and just some time to my self to mourn the passing of a guy I worked with.

The weather seems delightful and I am sure we’ll be doing our share of walking.

I have made my way through Most of my life ok. God has blessed me.

Enjoy life: it’s too short!

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And we wait….

We just want to accomplish something.

Patience , when warrented, can be my strong suite, but there comes a point, you know? It’s the waiting for the next step to be announced …

The fact that all the overtime in work isn’t helping mentally, either , on the stress. The girls look at me when I come and are so happy to see me~ they thought I left them.

Oh well, another tortuous day- hope yours is better.

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Friday five

I have never been as thankful for spring as I have been this year.Is it me or did it seem like a long winter?

With spring comes allergies: sorry I am stuck going through them, but the little blooming pops of color are well worth it.

I am thankful for the fresh dog bones I am able snag for the girls. I know when we head out for Undisclosed, it keeps them happy!

As much as I get annoyed with weathermen, I am much in their debt: when I get a good forecast, it makes me want to slide walking shoes on and go.

I am stealing a few minutes on a neighbor’s open porch, enjoying the breeze~ here’s hoping you can do the same!

Have a wonderful weekend!

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Can’t type this…..

…because I am keeping my nose down to the keyboard, trying to get my work done.
After all, work done =day done- one day to cross off of the calendar and closer to
departure time.
It’s humorous, that this is what I have had to retreat to.
Comes a time in your work life that you just don’t need the horseshit, and
all you want to do is go on to the next chapter of your life-work related or not.
For all of you trying to blow sunshine and flowers at me and tell me I’m special,
do me a favor and don’t.

Appreciate it!

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Really?

One of the worst things about being a “grown-up” is being told to do something that
you “have” to do, even if it something you feel was right, but obviously, someone
else got ticked off, or had a bad day.

Now, the best part is allegedly trying to fight it, or having someone stick up for you.

Hmmm…guess I can see where this is going.

Nothing like being stomped on all over.

Freaking Amazing…not..

So greetings from Undisclosed, where we are currently on computers while the TV has the Phillies game on.

….The Philadelphia Phillies….

….from Philadelphia…

…broadcast via cable from a local station…

..you would think it was coming from MARS!

It is really annoying, as the TV is annoyingly chopping every third..out of…and you have to ..to catch what you thought went down.

It has crossed my mind to put a satellite dish around Kasia net, as it might help with the reception.
Funny, we never had this issue before from Comcast, er, Xfinity, er, whoever.

Might be time to change horses in mid-stream.

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Big deal.

I always enjoyed those folks who embrace the “I love me, who do you love” school.

Sure, I am walking into a room of senior citizens who are patiently waiting and say,” Hold everything, and part the way-I HAVE ARRIVED.”

Uh-huh.

So that is all I am going to say. This is the equivalent of watching people get screwed by those people who ” know Somebody’ and
think they are better than the little guy.

Sad that the environment still lets it linger on.

Can’t wait to get the last ticket and ride away from it-let someone else with a conscience deal with it, because there are obviously not too many of us left.

Tired…so tired

I am fed up.

I have been off anti-depressants for 3 months. It hasn’t been easy. Trying to be a cheering section for myself and my husband, well…there may be a lot of me, but trying to a cheerful rah-rah girl when it’s the last thing you feel like doing….**sigh**

I wanted to go back on anti-depressants, yet what I have been on, well, the insurance doesn’t want to pay for me to try something new. They want me to go back on something that didn’t work before. Yeah that’s good….spend a chunk of change on something that I know doesn’t work.

I’m tired of this system. I’m tired of fighting.

All of a sudden, alcohol looks really good.

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(Wishing I were …) Fit Friday

It’s going to change.

My back is killing me. I got my knees replaced. An end piece of the algorithm is NOT to have a stomach grow as an end result.Gravity is a bitch in that respect, because the belly, I feel, is pulling from the back.The comfort has to return!

Pretty sorry when the dreariest of winter days is better than your mood…
Heating pad, anyone?

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Friday five

Happy that it’s a beautiful day, and even though weather changes are in the air, the sun feels good.

Zush and Kasia had worked their magic on some home bound folks and seniors: so proud am I of them.

Glad Jim and I decided to be retired for the next three days: should be
interesting if we survive…lol

I’m not looking forward to the busy season starting on Tuesday… Makes me appreciate each moment.

So grateful we are all together, on our respective feet and paws…

Have a fabulous weekend!

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Rainy Monday Reflections

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As with previous Mondays, I came to work today with my nephew Gregory. We stood at the station and waited.

…and waited….as the rain came down….

The train finally came, and to my surprise, Greg called it, we got a new train on Septa’s line. It was no excuse, however, for being late. Greg so succinctly reminded me,” Uh, it’s raining…”

So we get on the train and we had to sit across from each other-no big deal there. However, I was going to take a great shot, but the conductor stood in my way.

A girl, who you can see in the picture, had her cell phone reversed with the screen facing her so she look AT herself while she was putting her make-up on. It came back to me…morning commutes in a car, bus, trying to put lipstick on..and the eternal hand mirror in your handbag. I wonder if hand mirrors have made it into the Smithsonian…lol…but I had to admit, she was using her head, er, phone. I definitely wouldn’t have had the idea to use it as a mirror.

Hell gettin’ old.

Over the river….

So what do you do when high winds make the concrete under a flag pole explode 9 stories above ground?

If you are the city of Philadelphia, you red and yellow tape across two intersections. For cars, right?
Nope, for cars and pedestrians.

As you figure, ok, it’s ok to walk down to work-after all, your building isn’t this building…HAH…
…the trusty policeman doesn’t give you a heads’ up. He lets you get all the way down to the corner, only to find out you
have to go all the way back to the other way in order to walk to your office, right next door.

If was more important for the cop to be staring in store windows, totally oblivious to what he needed to be
doing.

Happy Friday, eh?