Newly minted new year
All is quiet on New Year's Day.
Well, except for the cars zooming by outside. When I was a little girl, it was quiet. Everything was closed. Everything shuttered and folks were ensconced in their homes. Now I live in Los Angeles and it's 2005. Nothing is closed. Don't believe me? Here's a sampling:
Walgreens is open. I could go there to buy Revlon. Buy one get one free.
Rite Aid is open. Revlon is only 50% off.
Sav-On is open. Revlon is only discounted if I have the preferred card. And for all you Chicagoans out there, it's the same store as Osco, except Osco means something bad in Spanish. I can't remember what.
So, you say that those stores should be open, despite the fact that it's a national holiday. Maybe. Maybe not. To me, it's a sign people are so desperate for money that they will work whenever, however. It's also a sign people have no one to spend their New Year's Day with so they figure, why not work?
What else is open? House of Pies is open. I'm not mad about that. And Olinga's new bed from Ikea is being delivered today so those delivery workers are definitely working. (duh, because they are workers!) It was supposed to be delivered between 8-12 this morning. At 8:23 this morning, a woman called from the delivery service. Mind you, I finally went to bed at 2 a.m. The convo went something like this:
"Hi, this is Deanna from blah blah delivery service."
"Yes." (Although I'm secretly thinking, " Dang, they weren't playing when they said delivery between 8-12 in the morning.
"I'm calling because there are some delays in our delivery service and we won't be able to deliver your order this morning and is it ok if we deliver it tomorrow or Monday?"
"It would be preferable if it arrives today."
"Well, we have a shortage of drivers and so I could try for 4-8 this afternoon but it would be better if we could deliver it tomorrow or Monday."
"It would be better for it to arrive today. It's a bed and I need to put it together so my son can sleep on it."
"It's going to be really hard for us to get it to you today so I can't make you any promises but we can try for 4-8." She pauses. "You know, some of the drivers didn't come in this morning, last night being New Year's Eve, you understand."
Was I a total bitch to insist on getting the bed here today as promised?
The torrential downpours have temporarily ceased and the Rose Parade goers are certainly relieved that it's not raining. I have lived in L.A. for six years now and have never gone to a Rose Parade. Every year I say that I'll go the next year. Or when the kids are older and it's not a pain in the ass to take them to the bathroom when they have to go. Is this a sign that I don't envision myself moving any time soon?
Well, except for the cars zooming by outside. When I was a little girl, it was quiet. Everything was closed. Everything shuttered and folks were ensconced in their homes. Now I live in Los Angeles and it's 2005. Nothing is closed. Don't believe me? Here's a sampling:
Walgreens is open. I could go there to buy Revlon. Buy one get one free.
Rite Aid is open. Revlon is only 50% off.
Sav-On is open. Revlon is only discounted if I have the preferred card. And for all you Chicagoans out there, it's the same store as Osco, except Osco means something bad in Spanish. I can't remember what.
So, you say that those stores should be open, despite the fact that it's a national holiday. Maybe. Maybe not. To me, it's a sign people are so desperate for money that they will work whenever, however. It's also a sign people have no one to spend their New Year's Day with so they figure, why not work?
What else is open? House of Pies is open. I'm not mad about that. And Olinga's new bed from Ikea is being delivered today so those delivery workers are definitely working. (duh, because they are workers!) It was supposed to be delivered between 8-12 this morning. At 8:23 this morning, a woman called from the delivery service. Mind you, I finally went to bed at 2 a.m. The convo went something like this:
"Hi, this is Deanna from blah blah delivery service."
"Yes." (Although I'm secretly thinking, " Dang, they weren't playing when they said delivery between 8-12 in the morning.
"I'm calling because there are some delays in our delivery service and we won't be able to deliver your order this morning and is it ok if we deliver it tomorrow or Monday?"
"It would be preferable if it arrives today."
"Well, we have a shortage of drivers and so I could try for 4-8 this afternoon but it would be better if we could deliver it tomorrow or Monday."
"It would be better for it to arrive today. It's a bed and I need to put it together so my son can sleep on it."
"It's going to be really hard for us to get it to you today so I can't make you any promises but we can try for 4-8." She pauses. "You know, some of the drivers didn't come in this morning, last night being New Year's Eve, you understand."
Was I a total bitch to insist on getting the bed here today as promised?
The torrential downpours have temporarily ceased and the Rose Parade goers are certainly relieved that it's not raining. I have lived in L.A. for six years now and have never gone to a Rose Parade. Every year I say that I'll go the next year. Or when the kids are older and it's not a pain in the ass to take them to the bathroom when they have to go. Is this a sign that I don't envision myself moving any time soon?
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