Oh goodness....

Alrighty, I've decided to get back on the bandwagon and start updating this blog again! Especially since I'll be in Japants soon and all that jazz, I might as well try to keep some sort of journal.

Before the journal though, let's indulge in April's last 3 days. *deep breath*

March 17th. St. Patrick's day. I usually like this day cause its justification to just be drunk and eat lots o potatoes and cabbage, but this year was a little different.
#1- American Eagle's support line SUCKS ASS. I had put in an order a few days ago, and it was to arrive the 17th. I did the order over the phone, because I had a "free second day deliver" saved on my account, and it was important I get my stuff before moving to Japan. Well, I checked the status of my order online... and they shipped it to Valparaiso. WHAT THE FUCK. How the hell did this happen!!? I placed the order over the phone, I (word-for-word) gave my current address, WHICH is the same as my billing address.... and to make it even more interesting, I had an order prior to this one sent to Warsaw. So, HOW THE HELL DID THEY GET VALPO?!?! I haven't been there in 3 months?!?! So I called customer service, and in short, they explained that they couldn't do anything. Hmmm..... the fault it completely on them, and they can't do shitt? Can't even call UPS for me? Well I decided to do that on my own. To my surprise, EVERYONE I talked to was sooo nice and considerate, and fixed my problem on the spot! But still...*shakes fist*
#2 My employer called me, kinda out of the blue. I was surprised to hear from her, since I mentioned in an earlier conversation with her that I would be unavailable the 17th and 18th (busy or drunk, lulz). However, she called to mention that I wasn't home for my COE (Certificate of Eligibility) delivery. This caught me by surprise, since I was home -all day-. No door knock, no doorbell, NOTHING. I checked outside my door, and there was no delivery slip either. Kinda weird... however, she was checking from the online tracking system, and it mentioned that there was a failed delivery attempt. Sigh. What made things EVEN BETTER was when she told me I had to -hand deliver- my COE to the Japanese Embassy in Chicago. I explained I could mail it, and they do process COEs--> work visas by mail, but in her boss-like-way, "kindly suggested" I take it in. But the next day would be my birthday.. and I already had plans... heh, well that didnt mean much in the end.
In short, the 17th was full of me not being drunk, and having to deal with stupid delivery malfunctions.

March 18th. My Birthday. Sure didn't feel like a birthday. I woke up at 7:45am to make sure I would arrive at the Post Office when they opened. Got there at 8:05... and noticed that the building opened at 8am, but the actual Post Office opens at 9. Thanks a lot USPS 1-800 number, you managed to lie to me. So I go back home, get my things ready for meeting up with my dad in Gary and whatnot, and got to the office at 9. I explained to the associate that I had supposedly missed a delivery, and needed to pick it up from the office. He asked for my delivery slip, but as I mentioned, I was not left one. I gave him my tracking number that EMS had (never dealt with them before, definitely different), and I saw him go about from one place to another. He came back to me and said "well its not here". AHEM. EXCUSE ME?
"Well then, where is it? I cannot have this mail lost"
"Seems like the delivery company you used likes to have things posted early. They actually haven't delivered it yet. You'll probably get it sometime today"
Okay, so now I'm having a nervous breakdown. Never got my mail, I can't trust the tracking system online, and I needed to have that COE in hand so I could take it to Chicago -that day-. Tried calling my boss in Japan, but that didn't work. Tried calling the EMS english line, but they were closed. Damnit, wtf should I do? I called Adam in my confusion, and with his brainstorming, I called the USPS 1-800 again to try and determine where the fuck my COE is. I was able to use the tracking number EMS had, and it was the same thing!!" Attempted delivery failed, pick-up available at local post office". WTF. Now I'm pissed. I called the Warsaw Post Office, and after about 10 attempts, I can finally get through. I explain how I had been there previously, and I needed to know where the hell my COE was. I gave him my tracking number, and he puts me on hold. In five seconds I'm back on the line with him.
"Oh, I have it right here"
-WHAT THE HELL?!?!?!?!!"
" So you're telling me you've had this the entire time?"
"Yes ma'am, we were able to find it"
"WHY THE HELL DID YOUR EMPLOYEE BLANTANTLY LIE TO ME? WHAT THE FUCK IS YOU PROBLEM??"
I could tell the person I was talking with pulled the phone away from his ear, since I obviously was screaming
"You tell that associate who I dealt with to GET THE FUCK AWAY from the counter because I will be there in 10 minutes and I am NOT IN THE FUCKING mood to deal with him, you got me??"
Now I'm frantic, gathering my shitt up like a mad-man, and mentally really to kill. I call Adam to confirm that there is no other post office in town (in case I may of made a mistake), but hes positive there is only one. Ohhhh man, someone is about to have a broken face. I make it there in 7 minutes, and as soon as I get through the door I see a man waving to me, saying "Oh, Ms. Hall, right here, I have your piece of mail". I notice that there is another women behind him. Apparently my phone call was a hit, keeping people on their best behavior/guard.
"Now, do you have your delivery slip"
"NO, because NO ONE left me one. If I had one, of course I would be giving you that!"
"Oh..well... oh we have the associate's signature here, we'll make sure to approach him about that.."
"Good, you do that..."
I'm just pissed beyond words. I just want to take the damn envelope and leave, but I have to sign/confirm/write more information. As I'm going through the motions, out of the corner of my eye I see the -dumbass- approach the counter. I'm trying my damndest to not acknowledge him, and stay focused on the fact that I have my mail. Unfortunately, he recognizes me.
"Oh, you managed to find it??"
.......
I look over towards him, and before I realize that I'm speaking, manage to blurt out :" Yes, NO THANKS to you. I do NOT feel like dealing with you, you fucking liar, so STAY OUT OF IT."
In my times with bas customer service, I have never lost my temper so quick. But considering he 1- Lied, 2- Didnt ask anyone else for help, and 3- dug his own grave, I think I had a right to be a little pissed. I was able to give my signature, and I bolted out the door. How the hell can people be so incompetant and, forgive me, RETARDED?!?!?

I managed to get my ass to Gary and have my dad take me the rest of the way. Everything with the embassy went smoothly, and hopefully I will have my work visa by this time tomorrow.

March 19th. Today should be normal, yes? Too much crap, I shouldn't have any more. Noooo... unfortunately Hoshi is, yet again, sick. He left various piles of vomit all around the apartment last nite after I went to bed. When I was awake with him, I noticed him being very lethargic and sad. Next thing I know, he jumps off the couch, starts meow-crying SOOO sadly, and vomits again in three different places. -Now I'm fucking worried-. He just lays on the groud in the kitchen, but I'm the complete opposite, trying to find a vet that will take him today. Luckily I found someone with an opening, and I took him there ASAP. Hoshi has a fever, and isnt allowed to eat food for 24 hours. TT-TT I hope he'll be okay.....