To all my friends, family and random visitors…I wish you and your families a safe and wonderful Christmas with your loved ones, yummy food and fun treats from Santa! For all of my Jewish friends, I wish you a very Happy Hanukkah 
May2009 bring good health, happiness (and better economic situations) for all!!
I hope many many people google “Australia Post Sucks” and find this post about my miserable hatred for the loser Aussie postal workers. Australia Post sucks when it comes to delivering packages. Until recently, I thought it was just our shitty delivery guy- but turns out TONS of people have this problem.
We have the most usless prick for a postman. A few months back I got a prescription in the mail… well, technically I got one of those little cards saying I had a package at the post office. I didn’t think anything of it because back then, we only checked our mail every few days so there was actually a chance that we were gone when it was delivered.
So last week we got another card in the mail. Well, seeing as how I have a broken foot and don’t often leave the house unless I have to, I was pissed because we were DEFINITELY home the day he left that card in the mail. Oddly though, we couldn’t figure out what it was that he was supposed to be delivering. Andrew walked to the PO to get the mystery package. Since he didn’t know what it was supposed to be, AND the postman hadn’t even left a reference number on the card, they told him they didn’t have anything under our name or address.
Andrew called to complain. A few days later, we figured out that the package was the case of wine we ordered (usually it was delivered by a courier but they changed to Australian Post). Now we were REALLY pissed…they LOST our wine? Well, Andrew walked back up to the post office to complain again, but this time they had the box- meaning he had to carry the case of wine all the way down our street. ALL because the useless postal worker was too lazy to bring the box up to our apartment.
When Andrew called the post office again, they said this happens a lot because the postal workers are just contract employees… Umm… so they know they have a problem but do nothing to fix it? We saw the postal guy outside once and Andrew asked if he rings the bell… of course he said yes.
So then a few days later another package came in the mail. This time we got a BUZZZZZZZZZZZZ BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ BUUUUUZZZZZZZZZZZ on our intercom. Surely it must be a friend because no one else would be that rude an annoying to hold the buzzer down that long. Well, whatya know? it’s the post man. Ironic that after we complain, only THEN does he ANNOYINGLY buzz our apartment 3 long times. He says “a lot of people don’t hear the buzzers.” Well how about this… Buzz once, like any normal human being. If you don’t get an answer after 10 seconds, try again. We’ve NEVER had anyone tell us we didn’t hear them buzz, so nice excuse.
Then yesterday Andrew came home from an overnight trip and asked if any packages have been delivered… he’s expecting 5 and I’m expecting 1. Nope… no packages. I’ve been home non-stop except for dinner for the last 2 days (boring I know).
Well, we checked the mailbox and sure enough, 2 more cards in the box. Same handwriting… no delivery time noted, no reference number noted. One was from the 15th and one from the 16th.
JACKASS
So Andrew “scheduled” a call with the Australian Post for today at 9:30am to put in another complaint. Then he walked up to the post office AGAIN where he picked up the two most recent packages. He overheard someone say “yeah they only deliver to houses, not to apartments”
Could you imagine saying to your boss. “Yeah I’ll only work on the easy projects, not the pain in the ass ones” and having your boss say “yeah that’s fine, we’ll just manage the complaints we get over and over.”
Seriously… what can we do? We pay for shipping on these items and then we end up having to go to the post office EVERY TIME (except once) to pick them up.
Today Andrew put a note on our mailbox stating: “PACKAGES…Please ring the bell… WE ARE HOME!”
His note was much nicer than the one I wanted to write: “Dear postman, stop being a lazy PRICK, do your JOB and deliver our effing packages.”
Seriously… what is wrong with people??
A US supermarket has refused to inscribe a birthday cake for a toddler named Adolf Hitler.
New Jersey couple Heath and Deborah Campbell wanted to mark their son Adolf Hitler Campbell’s third birthday with a cake from supermarket chain ShopRite.
But the store refused to inscribe the toddler’s cake for the family, who are Holocaust deniers and have swastikas in every room of their house.
“We believe the request … to inscribe a birthday wish to Adolf Hitler is inappropriate,” Lehigh Valley Live News reported a ShopRite spokesperson as saying.
But Adolf’s parents have described the supermarket’s denial as “sad”.
“Other kids get their cake. I get a hard time,” Heath Campbell, 35, said. “It’s not fair to my children.” The chain offered to leave the cake blank for the Campbells to decorate themselves, but the family rejected the offer.
Their two younger daughters also appear likely to cause similar problems down the track.
JoyceLynn Aryan Nation Campbell and Honszlynn Hinler Jeannie Campbell, who is named after notorious Schutzstaffel head Heinrich Himmler, will turn two and one early next year.
ShopRite has already stated they will not make a cake for JoyceLynn.
Fellow supermarket chain Wal-Mart now appears set to create Adolf’s cake.
“Our No. 1 priority in decorating cakes is to serve the customer to the best of our ability,” a Wal-Mart spokesperson said.
The Campbells, who are both unemployed due to alleged disabilities, deny they are damaging their children or setting them up for harassment at school.
“They say, ‘He (Hitler) killed all those people’ … I say, ‘You’re living in the wrong decade. That Hitler’s gone’,” Mr Campbell said.
“Yeah, they [Nazis] were bad people back then but my kids are little — they’re not going to grow up like that.
“Other kids get their cake, I get a hard time.”
Want a surefire way to get skinnier legs? DON’T USE THEM!
My left leg is withering away to nothing. While usually one would think it was great to have their legs shrink and become skinny- it’s not so great when the other leg is still the same size. My calf muscle looks concaved and droopy. My lower thigh looks quite good- but it still doesn’t match the other leg.
I’ve never felt so disproportioned. I’ve never looked at myself and thought “ew, my skinny leg looks gross.” There’s a first for everything I guess.
There is some good news today. Andrew worked. Amazing, I know. He’s off on an overnight shift- his first shift in nearly 2 weeks! I think it’s good for him to be back at work. For the last 2 weeks he’s been like a housewife- cooking, cleaning and taking care of good ol’ gimpy moi. I know it hasn’t been fun for him- but he’s been a good sport. He just needed to get out of the house and fly planes and do math in his head and all that brainy stuff. Hopefully he enjoys his 1 1/2 days of work because after tomorrow, he’ll most likely be off until after New Years.
First I decorated our tree… our HALF tree that we accidentally bought. Yes, it is half of a tree. It is pushed up right next to the window. We were really angry at first that we spent a lot of money on half of a tree, but then we realized it fits much better in the apartment anyways, so it was a blessing in disguise. it looked pretty. I was excited to see what it would look like at night and enjoy the beautiful sparkle of the lights and ornaments.
I was happy.
Then it got darker and we turned the lights on. It didn’t sparkle. The lights barely twinkle. It’s a dull dark tree. But there was no way to re-do it with new lights unless I took off all of the ornaments and then put them all back. That wasn’t going to happen.
So I was sad…
Yesterday I went to the orthopedic surgeon to get that bohemith of a prehistoric cast off. I waited for the doctor to say “you need surgery” or “let’s put your new cast on” but he didn’t! He said I’d be ok with just an ace bandage and maybe a splint for more support.
I was SO happy! I don’t have a picture to show my joy at this point, so I’ll just show you my original xray instead!
But then today after being in pain all night and morning, I tried calling around to see what it would take to get a removable splint put on. It really hurts without that giant, heavy plaster cast and I need something to make it more comfy and bearable. But I learned that my insurance doesn’t cover splints. Last week I changed plans (the day before this happened). If I was still on my old plan, I would be covered, but now… no coverage. I then called around to different physios to try to find someone who would do a splint for cheaper than the $230 we were quoted yesterday and talked to 3 different places who all said they don’t do splints in their office. Seriously… PAIN IN THE ASS.
Now I am sad… and hurting… but Andrew re-did my bandage so it’s super tight and a bit more supportive.
At least it covers up my swollen, purple and yellow granny cankle for the time being!!
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Then tonight Andrew made me laksa for dinner. I was happy.
Mood swing city over here.
My BFF Jen LOVES to blog about all the things that make her feel old… and until now, I haven’t really cared to join her. Sure I’ve had a comment here or there about being in my late 20s and feeling old and all… but this week it has REALLY hit me. I’m really starting to realize that 28 IS old. Here are the reasons why:
In addition to feeling old this week, I of course am very tattered due to this stupid broken foot. I never realized how cruddy a cast could be.
But what happens when I have to walk to the car? Has anyone ever been drunk and tried to walk with crutches? If so… let me know how it went! I really don’t want to eat shit and break the other foot any time soon! I guess Andrew could always give me a piggy back ride like he did the night of my dreaded injury!Ugh… I can’t handle 6 more weeks. THis REALLLLY makes me feel for people in wheelchairs their whole life. I just can’t imagine how horrible that must be!
I just would like to say a big thanks to my wooonderful boyfriend who is taking very good care of me! He’s been cooking and picking up my crap and doing dishes and the laundry. And thanks so much to Natasha for coming over last night to eat pizza with me and drink some wine. I’m glad I didn’t have to hang out all night by myself wallowing in my own self-pity.
