I came here to post this, and discovered I've posted more than once in this topic over the last several days. I feel ... self-involved, and self-indulgent. Do yourself a favor and just skip over this post; I just needed to vent. I'll try not to do it again for awhile.
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I'm glad this topic is here. Even if no one reads this, it's good to have some place to express it.
Today started out wonderfully well; I was in the best mood I've been in for a long time. Then, when I wanted to put on my eye makeup, the applicator was gone. It's been downhill ever since.
I know my apartment is a disaster area. What with working seven days a week and dealing with the aftermath of my name change, when am I going to find the time to clean? Yesterday – you won't believe this. I have two Visa cards with a specific, major bank. Although the same bank manages both accounts, I sent full documentation for each account separately. There were no wrinkles; my name was changed on both accounts and I have received my new credit cards. It's a major bank, after all.
Then I went to the website to pay my bill – and it deadnamed me. I called the bank. The regular customer service people were helpless; they transferred me to their computer people. Their computer people told me I would have to take proof of my name change into my local branch in order to get my name changed on the website. Now, I have had a credit card with this bank for nearly 10 years, and not once have I seen the inside of a branch. The nearest branch of this particular bank, major though it is, is more than 100 miles from me and in a different state. I have already demonstrated the legitimacy of my name change to this company; are you telling me that the left hand can't talk to the right hand?
When I said something like this to the computer person, I was told there was nothing else they could do. I was transferred back to customer service. When this customer service representative also told me there was no alternative, I asked to speak to a supervisor. When the supervisor got hold of it, things began to change; and, believe me, it was no picnic for her, either. I spent a number of minutes on hold and then came into a three-way conversation in which the supervisor explained matters to a supervisor in the computer section. This second supervisor acknowledged that the problem was theirs, not mine, but told me it was going to take 1-2 days to fix and she would have to refer it to their problem solvers. That's where things ended.
This is the kind of thing I've gone through a number of times now. Apparently, many systems just aren't set up to handle our situation. And each one takes precious time to address. This adventure took nearly an hour.
So, my apartment is a pig sty. Nevertheless, I keep my eye makeup applicators in one place and one place only in my apartment, because they're dirty with makeup: on a paper towel, on top of the microwave in the kitchen. I never put them anywhere else, because I don't want makeup all over the place; I have enough problems keeping the bathroom clean as it is. Today, I went to the kitchen to get the applicator – and it wasn't there. This experience was only a little less disorienting than discovering that the earth really is flat after all. Putting my eye makeup applicator on top of the microwave is almost a natural law, like gravity.
This is the kind of thing that makes you wonder if you're got early-stage Alzheimers. I actually looked in the refrigerator. I was freaking out. I didn't find it, so no eye makeup at work today; and, after wasting time looking for it, in my haste to get out the door I forgot to put on lipstick. And my hair was particularly uncooperative today. All-in-all, today started off brilliantly, then took a sharp nosedive descent into Purgatory. Please, Day; get better.
I stopped on the way to work to get lunch and bought a small bag of M&Ms. I don't know what your experience has been, but since HRT chocolate has become a richer, fuller experience for me. When I was able to take a minute at work, I savored my way through the bag. M&Ms are one of the best readily-available confectionery experiences on the planet; I think I'm going to start carrying a bag in my purse for emergencies – a nice antidote for a meltdown.
Thank you, topic, for giving me a place to post this without feeling like a narcissistic windbag.
So, that was my day. How was yours?
