I’ve been grumpy all week. I could blame the stomach bug, but I was perfectly capable of finding fault before I got sick. The stomach bug just gave me more time to sit around and do it.
First, my laptop charging cord started peeling. The one that came with the laptop peeled. The one I bought to replace it peeled. This is the second replacement I bought from Apple, and here we are again. What’s an old lady supposed to do? Put “charging cord” in the budget under annual expenses, right between car registration and the HOA dues?
Then Olive’s rear dash camera came loose. AGAIN. Before anyone asks whether we slam the back hatch, Olive has a button. We push it. The hatch closes itself. If there’s a slammer in this story, it’s the car, and she can take that up with the installer.
I did have one small moment of personal growth. An email recap left out something I needed to know, so I asked whether it had been handled. I even managed to leave off the second question, which was, “And why wasn’t that in your recap?” (as is done to me with cc to the whole Office Team) I would like full credit for the sentence I didn’t type.
Then, on Friday the 13th, I discovered Olive has a heated steering wheel.
You know what’s embarrassing? How quickly I went from “What is wrong with absolutely everything?” to “Ooooh, my hands are warm.”
Apparently, this shitpickle can be bought.
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