3x vindicated

yesterday:

V1. taking my package receipt to the post office, and informing the woman behind the counter that the first was lost because the address wasn't written properly:
"well, sir, that's not our fault. it obviously wasn't written correctly on the package itself."
"why don't we just see that package?"
she apologized profusely about ten seconds later, but i have a feeling that i haven't fixed the system.
"so could you please check for the other packages i'm expecting? i'm worried that their receipts didn't find me either."

she proceeded to explain to me that they cannot search by name, nor by address. packages can only be found using the special number scribbled on the receipt. but not to worry! they keep the packages for a month before returning them!

V2. so i'm at the bank, trying hopelessly to buttonmash my transaction details from the information kiosk. i finally give up, swallowing what little pride remains after the weekend and the previous day's fiascos, and ask one of the teller's to help me out.

"it's no problem," he told me condescendingly, "you just have to press this button..."

his voodoo fared no better than mine, and after his second failed attempt handed me some partial ego along with my slips printed out on his personal station.

V3. i made a tough call and took the longer route to base, discovering on arrival that had i taken the shorter route i would've been stranded - it's now blocked extensively.

i did manage to sort out my finances, with a little help from the kid (a two day loan is a loan nonetheless, but that's what i'll need). i'm extremely fortunate that i miscalculated my funds before i left and had more in my savings than accounted for.

i spent the rest of the workday fighting with one of the most unproductive pieces of software i've ever come across - short of oracle's developer suite, of course.

my threshold for mental anguish is definitely on the rise.

nystire's wedding was great, with much amusement from many different sources and great company. in fact, the only thing that really bothered me were two elderly identical twins who worked at the event hall, one of whom mistook me smiling at someone behind her as a flirt... the two of them didn't stop eyeballing me for the rest of the evening.

i drank wha-HAY too much, mostly triple-shots of neat rum and whatever weird and highly volatile concoctions nystire's brother dreamed up. let's just say that by half-past midnight i needed the twenty minute walk home.

i refer to my previous post regarding waking up this morning. it was horrible.

today:

seven working hours were spent wrangling with broken software and frustratingly carefree, happy-go-lucky, "we're not in right now" tech-support. after solving the first 1.5 day problem, i'm left with a littler, but no less "i wish i could fix this myself" issue. i just moved right along to something else for the remaining couple of hours, something equally frustrating but actually tantamount to work. [*GASP*]

i scored an amusing ride home, and for no apparent reason selected how the grinch stole christmas and watched it for the first time. i discovered after the movie that one of my first flatmates has just become a father, which is always awesome :)

a man from the bank called me up earlier to remind me of my appointment tomorrow morning... he wished me good luck. luck? i find that a tad disconcerting from a financial institution.

and now, in a further attempt to find fertile ground for the laying of *my* seed, i go hunting with egg. to be honest, it's more tilling until i'm certain i want to pay the mortgage for the plot.

i think i've just bled that metaphor dry.