Howdy, folks. The kitties are still trying to figure out why we DARED to change things up on them, so they’re still marking their territory and otherwise pitching a fit over the changes to their little furry lives. As such, you get me again today.
My husband and I both got our first dose of Pfizer today, which is a huge load off! Hooray! The shot went smoothly, and neither of us had any allergic reactions. Apple, my husband’s employer, provided the shots when they were allowed to acquire doses for employees.
Apple is amazing at operating vaccinations. We get our flu vaccines yearly from them, and it’s almost magical how efficient they are. They try to get everyone to bring their forms in ahead of time, although they have them (and a station to fill them out so you don’t clog the line.) They tend to have multiple employees at every stop in the chain to make sure the chain keeps chugging along smoothly. Today, the chain looked like this:
1: Park. (We got to park in the outdoor lot reserved for permanent employees of the area because we had Dipshit, and they had converted the parking garage into part of the vaccination center. We are very grateful for this, as parking in the garage would have been amusing and stressful.)
2: Follow the arrows, which were placed on the ground at 6 foot intervals. In the areas they expected clogs, the arrows were foot stand spots to remind people to social distance. There were no waits, and I’d say probably 15 people were vaccinated in the time it took us to get there, get vaccinated, and wait 15 minutes. The entire process took 20 minutes, including walking through a rather large (and pretty!) floral maze to get the cafe they were using as their base of operations.
3: Get health screened. You stand in front of a biological scanner, which checks body temp. It takes about three seconds. Get a sticker when you are not registering a temperature. (Hooray!)
4: Hand paperwork to person, who then makes you fill out little thingie on an ipad. This took me about 2 minutes, which was about 1 minute longer than it took the lady with the pokey to do her job.
5: Apologize, repeatedly, for not looking at the really nice lady because needles are scary. Needle lady was super sweet and seemed amused by the needlephobe. As long as I can’t see the needle, I’m generally okay. It helps I’m on anxiety medication/blood pressure medication.
6: Get a STICKER.
I got a sticker, I got a sticker! It’s PINK AND PURPLE! (I actually got TWO of the stickers!)
7: Get an appointment three or so days after birthday. I get a vaccination for my birthday!
A real conversation with my husband:
Me: I get a VACCINATION for my birthday!!! (excited mode: active.)
Husband: That’s not on your birthday.
Me: It’s close enough. May is my birthday month, and it’s like only three days. It counts.
Husband just laughs and shakes his head.
Due to COVID, there was no candy this time. (Sad sigh.)
8: Wait 15 minutes, which was spent playing on phone and reading a book. Stay an extra 5 minutes because reading a book.
9: Follow the arrows to escape the vaccination center. Return to the wilds.
I am highly amused the drop icon is the location symbol on the iPhone.
Note to self: clean under nails. Working at the old apartment yesterday was not good for beneath my nails.
As for the movers, I wanted to answer some questions and general statements.
1: My husband hired them, so he has to deal with the movers. I do not have the mental, emotional, or physical resources to deal with them. It’s not worth any payout I might receive. My life is genuinely better if I just let it be water under the bridge rather than allowing it to put the bridge under the water.
A lot of you want justice or some form of payback for the movers and the moving nightmare. That’s okay. That’s really sweet of you, and I really appreciate it.
It’s just not a good choice for me and my health.
I’d rather be writing books, and by NOT making a huge fuss over the movers beyond nailing them on reviews and recommending they NOT ever be hired… I don’t need their money.
1: I will get new, shiny dishes to replace the West Elm set… and this is exciting! I was on an extended ban from new, shiny dishes because of the West Elm set, so I can start browsing and admiring pretty dishes that match nicely in my new home.
Value: Probably $200 in broken dishes, but my prized pieces were abandoned in the apartment rather than moved, so they weren’t broken. This is good. I can afford $200 on new dishes, and this is water under the bridge.
2: The two heirloom dishes that were broken can be replaced, and it can be replaced for less than $50. I got lucky and found a seller with matching set/stamp. This is water under the bridge, especially since I bought two epoxy/gold repair kits to see if I can turn them into art! (And I’m far more comfortable doing this because I WAS able to find replacements.)
Value: less than $50 to replace the specific dishes. $60 for two of the gold repair kits to learn a cool new craft!
Water under the bridge that leads to artistic FUN. I’m pleased.
3: I got to buy a Dyson corded vac, which had been completely off the list, except they lost the charge cord to my cordless Dyson. (We are still looking for it, and we are hopeful that it is somewhere in the apartment.
Value: Priceeelleeeeeessss. It does SUCH a good job!!!
But, seriously. There are so many silver linings to this. I’ll let it be water under the bridge because I’m choosing not to let them put the bridge under water. That DOES mean letting it go to be swept downstream.
Others might want to go all out on them, but that just won’t work for me.
And before you ask why my husband isn’t doing this, he just had major dental surgery, and he is not feeling up for it, either. His bridge needs to stay above water, too.
It’s just not worth it.
I’m a hair behind schedule on Catnapped, which is finished but needs to be edited and proofread. I’ll make it on time, but I regret April does not have 31 days right now.
As soon as Catnapped is to vendors in final, I’ll be working on Client from Hell and some other books.
Please note that my cover designer is currently sick with COVID, and as such, print editions will be delayed. Sorry, but she’s not feeling well, and I’m not going to add to her plate until she’s all better and able (and ready!) to work. I will get VERY upset with anyone who is cranky over a lack of print books at this point in time.
Her health ALWAYS comes first. (So please do not ask. You will get a reply similar to the paragraph above, but not phrased as nicely.)
So, that’s it. We have to go back to the old apartment to finish up there. Not my favorite thing in the world, but we’re almost done this nonsense. Almost, Almost.