Frakking Old Navy
Oct. 14th, 2007 08:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
devilgrrlI need to stop shopping at Old Navy. I found some pants I liked that they didn't have in store in the length I wanted. I knew I had seen them on the website, so I figured I'd just order them there. I ordered those, another pair of pants, and a turtleneck. I had just clicked the check-out button and entered my account information when the next screen informs me that the pants that I had tried to order were in high demand and had been removed. I called to bitch to the customer service line and basically what happened was they oversold the pants and they went to the first person to check out.
What. the. frak? How the hell are they allowed to do that? I was in the middle of checking out. I bought the size smaller since I could have gone either way, so hopefully they'll fit.
Stupid Old Navy for only have their goddamn lengths online and making me order there. I'd rather just buy in the damn store.
I bought the size smaller, since I could have gone either way in the store. We'll see when they get here later this week. I guess I'll return them if they don't fit. Now, I mostly just need shoes for school and to unpack/sort the rest of my clothes because, oh, I did nothing this week-end besides, basically, sleep. Well, that's a lie. We went to my grandparents for a bit yesterday and I bought a down comforter for our frigid bedroom. I am so not cool with winter. I have my flannel pyjamas on now.
In less fun news, my great aunt Helen has slipped into a terminal coma as of yesterday. They're expecting her to go any time between now and next Sunday. All they're currently doing for her is giving her a morphine drip, per her end of life instructions. She turned 88 in May. Steven and I are going to have to take a day off to go to the funeral when she goes, which will probably be down the Cape. I need to get my suit dry cleaned in preparation for this. I'm not sure how I feel about this-- I haven't seen Helen in almost two years, even though she lives behind my grandmother. She didn't really want people in the house these last couple years. I told Steven I might end up very upset, I might not. I don't know how I'll take it. Right now, I'm ok.
Frak. This means I need to call my father tomorrow and let him know about Helen.
Steven's father is getting better, at least. He's still pretty out of it; he told Steven today he was "doing work in Paris", but he's off the breathing tube and they think he's going to live, which is good. No word on the kidney, but my guess is that he's going to be on dialysis probably permanently. But dialysis, I assume, is preferable to dying.
Steven's mother is being a bitch and a half. She denying that her smoking caused the lung disease and asthma Steven's father is suffering from because "cigarettes don't do that". She's also being a bitch because Steven hasn't been begging his two fraktastic aunts to keep in touch with him. One stopped talking to us before the wedding because their daughter didn't get an invite because she never returned our calls asking for her address and the other cunt RSVPed yes, but was a no call-no show at the wedding. She lives less than three miles from us and we haven't heard a word from her in all the years we've been living here. Neither of them so much as called and said congratulations or send a card. This is much like my father's side of the family, who couldn't be bothered to call and or send a card. Not a gift as my worthless cousin accused me of fishing for, mind you, but a CARD with a "Best wishes for your marriage" or something in it.
That to me says that they don't really want to be bothered keeping in touch with us. Of course, as far as I'm concerned they don't exist anymore. I'm comfortable enough in my own skin that if they feel that way, frak 'em. I've got friends who are a million times better family than they'll ever be.
But anyway, Steven's mother mostly called to bitch that we haven't been up to see his father every day, even though my illustrious BIL hasn't been to see him once. She's been lying about how he's going to be a doc-TAH, too. Turns out he's going to be a nurse. My guess was douche-baggery, but I guess you don't need to go to school for that. It seems he up and moved to Burlington, as well. There's another person I could give a frak if I never saw again.
Steven told her about my aunt and she basically argued with him because my mother has "no relatives". I guess that means she was raised by wolves. Selfish cunt.
That does remind me of a really funny story about Mum. We went to Target a couple weeks ago and, because I am 5, I was touching everything. Mum's kind of staring at me and says "What the hell was wrong with your mother? Didn't she tell you not to touch everything you see?" I kind of shrugged and said it was hard, since the wolves didn't exactly have hands. She responds with "Goddamn wolves. Can't they evolve opposable thumbs?" Then we both started cracking up, prompting quite a few people to stare at us. The weirdness is genetic. Our kids are doomed.
I am so tired. I need to find our door snake tomorrow because it's damned cold down here. I can feel the breeze creeping in under the door.
Had coffee with Beth, Rich, and the munchkin and I think we're having dinner with them at Ikea Friday because we both need to do stuff there and also it's very cheap. Plus, Friendly's is still trying to kill me and I'm not even going to get into that. The company was lovely, though.
New nail polish this week: Suzi Says Da! It's a nice, deep garnet. The black lasted really well last week, so maybe I'll be able to keep polish on my nails for a while. Kind of plays in with that whole "responsible adult" thing.
I think we're going to go out on a date Tuesday to see Elizabeth: The Golden Age. I kind of want to catch an early showing because of the whole early next day thing. Perhaps I shall wear my red pleather shoes since I am adorable and all. Now, if only I could find my pencil skirt... Maybe I'll look for it tomorrow night. I could use and excuse to dress up, not that school isn't...
I am so tired. I'm almost positive I have an ear infection, so I'm going to put some drops in tomorrow and see where life goes. This is going to be a long week.
What. the. frak? How the hell are they allowed to do that? I was in the middle of checking out. I bought the size smaller since I could have gone either way, so hopefully they'll fit.
Stupid Old Navy for only have their goddamn lengths online and making me order there. I'd rather just buy in the damn store.
I bought the size smaller, since I could have gone either way in the store. We'll see when they get here later this week. I guess I'll return them if they don't fit. Now, I mostly just need shoes for school and to unpack/sort the rest of my clothes because, oh, I did nothing this week-end besides, basically, sleep. Well, that's a lie. We went to my grandparents for a bit yesterday and I bought a down comforter for our frigid bedroom. I am so not cool with winter. I have my flannel pyjamas on now.
In less fun news, my great aunt Helen has slipped into a terminal coma as of yesterday. They're expecting her to go any time between now and next Sunday. All they're currently doing for her is giving her a morphine drip, per her end of life instructions. She turned 88 in May. Steven and I are going to have to take a day off to go to the funeral when she goes, which will probably be down the Cape. I need to get my suit dry cleaned in preparation for this. I'm not sure how I feel about this-- I haven't seen Helen in almost two years, even though she lives behind my grandmother. She didn't really want people in the house these last couple years. I told Steven I might end up very upset, I might not. I don't know how I'll take it. Right now, I'm ok.
Frak. This means I need to call my father tomorrow and let him know about Helen.
Steven's father is getting better, at least. He's still pretty out of it; he told Steven today he was "doing work in Paris", but he's off the breathing tube and they think he's going to live, which is good. No word on the kidney, but my guess is that he's going to be on dialysis probably permanently. But dialysis, I assume, is preferable to dying.
Steven's mother is being a bitch and a half. She denying that her smoking caused the lung disease and asthma Steven's father is suffering from because "cigarettes don't do that". She's also being a bitch because Steven hasn't been begging his two fraktastic aunts to keep in touch with him. One stopped talking to us before the wedding because their daughter didn't get an invite because she never returned our calls asking for her address and the other cunt RSVPed yes, but was a no call-no show at the wedding. She lives less than three miles from us and we haven't heard a word from her in all the years we've been living here. Neither of them so much as called and said congratulations or send a card. This is much like my father's side of the family, who couldn't be bothered to call and or send a card. Not a gift as my worthless cousin accused me of fishing for, mind you, but a CARD with a "Best wishes for your marriage" or something in it.
That to me says that they don't really want to be bothered keeping in touch with us. Of course, as far as I'm concerned they don't exist anymore. I'm comfortable enough in my own skin that if they feel that way, frak 'em. I've got friends who are a million times better family than they'll ever be.
But anyway, Steven's mother mostly called to bitch that we haven't been up to see his father every day, even though my illustrious BIL hasn't been to see him once. She's been lying about how he's going to be a doc-TAH, too. Turns out he's going to be a nurse. My guess was douche-baggery, but I guess you don't need to go to school for that. It seems he up and moved to Burlington, as well. There's another person I could give a frak if I never saw again.
Steven told her about my aunt and she basically argued with him because my mother has "no relatives". I guess that means she was raised by wolves. Selfish cunt.
That does remind me of a really funny story about Mum. We went to Target a couple weeks ago and, because I am 5, I was touching everything. Mum's kind of staring at me and says "What the hell was wrong with your mother? Didn't she tell you not to touch everything you see?" I kind of shrugged and said it was hard, since the wolves didn't exactly have hands. She responds with "Goddamn wolves. Can't they evolve opposable thumbs?" Then we both started cracking up, prompting quite a few people to stare at us. The weirdness is genetic. Our kids are doomed.
I am so tired. I need to find our door snake tomorrow because it's damned cold down here. I can feel the breeze creeping in under the door.
Had coffee with Beth, Rich, and the munchkin and I think we're having dinner with them at Ikea Friday because we both need to do stuff there and also it's very cheap. Plus, Friendly's is still trying to kill me and I'm not even going to get into that. The company was lovely, though.
New nail polish this week: Suzi Says Da! It's a nice, deep garnet. The black lasted really well last week, so maybe I'll be able to keep polish on my nails for a while. Kind of plays in with that whole "responsible adult" thing.
I think we're going to go out on a date Tuesday to see Elizabeth: The Golden Age. I kind of want to catch an early showing because of the whole early next day thing. Perhaps I shall wear my red pleather shoes since I am adorable and all. Now, if only I could find my pencil skirt... Maybe I'll look for it tomorrow night. I could use and excuse to dress up, not that school isn't...
I am so tired. I'm almost positive I have an ear infection, so I'm going to put some drops in tomorrow and see where life goes. This is going to be a long week.
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Date: 2007-10-16 08:41 pm (UTC)I think once this week is over, I'll feel a lot better. I hate going to wakes and funerals. Seriously, when I die, I want a quick burial and a huge ass party celebrating my life, not mourning my death.