Me: I got your promotional email last night and tried to use the coupon but it didn't go through on my phone. Can you apply the coupon now?
Store: Oh, oops, sorry. It's too late. It doesn't work on a phone, you have to use a desktop computer.
Me: You can't retroactively apply the coupon?
Store: Nope, the order's already gone through.
Me: But it was for 35% off which would save a lot - is there any way to help? I just ordered it last night.
Store: Nope, the order has advanced to another department now.
Me: Fine. Can I return it then? I'll just re-buy it from my computer so the coupon will work.
Store: Hmm... let me see what we can do...
(Magically, they were suddenly able to apply the discount...)
Thursday, November 29, 2018
Monday, November 12, 2018
If we chop it up, maybe it will fit...
Us (inside Home Goods sitting on the bench we just bought): "We're trying to figure out whether to return this since it won't fit in the car and we aren't sure how to get it home."
Clerk: "Well, the good news is, you could always return it to *any* Home Goods!"
Um... it's probably going to be THIS one, since we can't take it anywhere else!
My sweetie is now on injured reserve with an unspecified lower body injury after an incident involving the car seat but luckily the return was completed before either of us chopped it into little pieces and left it for kindling in the store foyer.
Clerk: "Well, the good news is, you could always return it to *any* Home Goods!"
Um... it's probably going to be THIS one, since we can't take it anywhere else!
My sweetie is now on injured reserve with an unspecified lower body injury after an incident involving the car seat but luckily the return was completed before either of us chopped it into little pieces and left it for kindling in the store foyer.
Thursday, November 1, 2018
On a more serious note
Some of the knots I've been in the past few weeks have calmed down a little enough for me to write about them.
Basically my mom needs this awful terrible surgery.
The surgery alone takes 6 hours.
Recovery is like 9 months to a year, although people can get back to some semblance of a routine in about 6 weeks (but it probably still involves dealing with the wound and drainage).
There's huge risks of infection (if the patient even survives).
I can't write this without crying.
It's so fucking hard to think that she has to go through this and the levels of pain she'll experience.
She may not get the surgery, because it's so risky.
But there are risks to not getting it.
I f she *does* get the surgery, the gamble--the whole reason why--is that it will be okay and the hope that (after a long period of recovery and pain) she will be fine.
But imagine having a date where you actually plan for your life as you know it to go away. For like 9 months. To schedule the kind of pain where you cannot breathe without agony. How does a physical being survive like that? Only so many coloring books and movies can get you through.
I've been in knots for weeks, ever since I learned about it.
On my birthday I cried driving into work thinking that this time next year on my birthday I may not have her.
This is just one portion talking but on an emotional level I don't feel like I could survive that level of loss.
Maybe you don't. Loss like that breaks you and you just reform in a different way.
It's just so much to think about.
I'm really trying to live in the "right now" where nothing terrible has happened yet. It's both a blessing and a curse to be human sometimes and have this ability to think ahead, imagine the future.
It's been hard to write about because I haven't wanted to face it really.
When I have talked about it, like to my dad, I feel myself becoming disembodied, in order to talk about it, and from a far away place I notice my heart rate rising and this slight feeling of faintness at the edges, things start getting a little darker and from that distant place I wonder curiously if I will just collapse. It hasn't happened yet but even now writing about it, it could almost.
Basically my mom needs this awful terrible surgery.
The surgery alone takes 6 hours.
Recovery is like 9 months to a year, although people can get back to some semblance of a routine in about 6 weeks (but it probably still involves dealing with the wound and drainage).
There's huge risks of infection (if the patient even survives).
I can't write this without crying.
It's so fucking hard to think that she has to go through this and the levels of pain she'll experience.
She may not get the surgery, because it's so risky.
But there are risks to not getting it.
I f she *does* get the surgery, the gamble--the whole reason why--is that it will be okay and the hope that (after a long period of recovery and pain) she will be fine.
But imagine having a date where you actually plan for your life as you know it to go away. For like 9 months. To schedule the kind of pain where you cannot breathe without agony. How does a physical being survive like that? Only so many coloring books and movies can get you through.
I've been in knots for weeks, ever since I learned about it.
On my birthday I cried driving into work thinking that this time next year on my birthday I may not have her.
This is just one portion talking but on an emotional level I don't feel like I could survive that level of loss.
Maybe you don't. Loss like that breaks you and you just reform in a different way.
It's just so much to think about.
I'm really trying to live in the "right now" where nothing terrible has happened yet. It's both a blessing and a curse to be human sometimes and have this ability to think ahead, imagine the future.
It's been hard to write about because I haven't wanted to face it really.
When I have talked about it, like to my dad, I feel myself becoming disembodied, in order to talk about it, and from a far away place I notice my heart rate rising and this slight feeling of faintness at the edges, things start getting a little darker and from that distant place I wonder curiously if I will just collapse. It hasn't happened yet but even now writing about it, it could almost.
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