... They are trying, yes.
Now, I'm one of those people whose ability to take incoming calls from unknown/untrusted parties is significantly variable, but never great. I'm generally completely unable to take calls before I've properly awakened. If something needs to be communicated with complete clarity and without error, telephone is the worst way to do it. Text is far preferable. That's without even counting in the PTSD... (two terrible phone jobs and one ex-friend having an extended breakdown culminating in serious self-harm. do not recommend.) My sleep schedule is terrible, and there's no guarantee that I'll be coherent before noon, even if I'm awake, without a different medication setup than the one I'm currently on.
They have a website where you can ostensibly manage various parts of the information that is distributed to all of the departments which interact with you. You would think that you'd be able to update your name, honorific, and telephone preferences there...
... and you would think wrong.
99% of the departments who interact with me start their relationship by ignoring the note that says NEVER CALL THIS PATIENT, and ignoring the note that says THIS PATIENT'S NAME IS [INITIALS], and calling me at 9am or shortly thereafter, with a cheerful "Hi [wallet first name, mispronounced]!"
So I put in a request that maybe there should be some place on their fucking website where I could manage preferences for things like DON'T FUCKING CALL ME, EVER.
At 4:50 pm on Monday, more or less, my phone rang. It was Member Services, who had some questions, like, who exactly was it who was calling me? EVERY DEPARTMENT EVER. But Member Services and Marketing didn't call me? MY DOCTORS, EVEN WITH THE BIG NOTE ABOUT NOT CALLING ME. EACH SEPARATE MEDICAL DEPARTMENT. But not Member Services? Because this got sent to Member Services. LOOK I WAS JUST TRYING TO SEND A SUGGESTION ABOUT HOW YOU COULD IMPROVE THINGS, WHY THE FUCK COULDN'T YOU EMAIL ME. But email's not secure? YOUR DOCTORS HAVE THIS NIFTY THING WHERE THEY EMAIL OUT A NOTICE AND I LOG IN TO THE WEBSITE AND READ THE MESSAGE. IT WORKS JUST FINE. Oh. We don't have that. WELL MAYBE THEY SHOULD GIVE IT TO YOU.
Apparently eventually I answered all the questions.
... Except then Tuesday, right while I was waiting for an optometrist, THE PHONE RINGS. IT'S THEM AGAIN. WHY ARE YOU CALLING ME; THIS IS IN FACT A BAD TIME; PLEASE EMAIL IT, WHATEVER IT IS.
... And naturally, dealing with the phone call then? Made me actually incapable of dealing sensibly with the optometrist. WHICH IS WHY YOU MOTHERFUCKERS NEED TO STOP FUCKING CALLING ME.
... seriously. When someone has submitted a grievance about PEOPLE CALLING WHEN THE NOTE SAYS NOT TO CALL, who the *fuck* thinks "Oh, I don't understand this ... I should call them to clarify!"????????
People will steal your bike lights.
The local drugstores are awesome. (And sell bike lights.)
Turns out that "What are we actually doing when we teach this lab?" conversation was way too short.
My knowledge of quantum mechanics is just fine! My knowledge of basic calculus is rusty as shit.
The novel's going well and wow, UST by the bucket! *grin* It's going to be fun next chapter because that's where I'll see if it turns into a threesome or something else.
Didn't get my steps. Don't much care. I should. I've only got 2 months left to the trip to Japan and I really do need to get my endurance up. Still don't. I enjoyed relaxing a bit tonight.
Tomorrow's goals are write, exercises, pick my beans as they're about done in the garden, and pick up supplies for the last fence panel of the year. Not sure I'll get the beans but I'll try.
Off to bath and bed for me--goodnight everyone!
2. It definitely feels like fall has struck at home. The nights are chillier than they were, and we might be reaching the end of the highs in the 80s F for the year. (It looks like, after a couple more days, that the highs will be in the 60s/70s F.) Of course, I'm going on a trip where the highs will mostly be in the 80s next week, but that's probably going to be my last taste of summery weather for a few months. I'm totally ready for cooler temperatures. I'm less ready for lack of sunlight and impending winter. Blech.
3. Today was Operation Do Very Little. It's been a success so far! I caught up a little online, took a long nap (mmm), and...well, did a Work Thing I should have done weeks ago, but I needed to do it. I'm saving my combination post-trip/pre-trip laundry and picture uploading for tomorrow at the very least.
I did get to see the niblings today (they were asleep when I got home last night). I missed them a lot! Of course, Nibling gave me a nice hug and proceeded to tell me I stink, but you can't win 'em all. Heh.
I have a linkback poem, "E Meglio Star Solo" (14 verses, Fiorenza the Wisewoman).
If you're interested, mark the date on your calendar, and please hold actual prompts until the "Poetry Fishbowl Open" post next week. (If you're not available that day, or you live in a time zone that makes it hard to reach me, you can leave advance prompts. I am now.) Meanwhile, if you want to help with promotion, please feel free to link back here or repost this on your blog.
( New to the fishbowl? Read all about it! )
( Case Closed 24-27 )
( Castle, Jayne. Illusion Town )
( Doner, Michele Oka. Into the Mysterium )
( New Teen Titans Archives 1 )
( The New Teen Titans: Games )
( Rose’s Are Red, Violet’s Are Blue and Other Silly Poems )
( Steam Park )
( Sweaterweather & Other Short Stories )
( Teen Titans, Go! Party, Party! )
( Yoko Tsuno: The Curious Trio )
Started but not finished:
( Balogh, Mary. Only Beloved )
( Grossman, Anne Chotzinoff and Lisa Grossman Thomas. Lobscouse & Spotted Dog )
( Kirkwood, James. P.S. Your Cat Is Dead )
( The Sculptor )
( Shawl, Nisi. Filter House )
( Templar )
( Vowell, Sarah. LaFayette in the Somewhat United States )
( The Woods 1 )
( Wright, Susan. To Serve and Submit )
It’s in the 50s F right now, so I might go out for a walk before lunch if I can get myself out the door. I need to walk more. It’s just so damned hard to open the door and walk out. I don’t know. I have to take out the trash some time today. Maybe I can use that to get myself outside and then just not come back inside for a while?
We chose not to watch the debate last night. We agreed that there wasn’t going to be anything there that would make either of us change our minds about how we’re going to vote. Of course, Scott’s father watched and emailed Scott to encourage him to turn it on and see how presidential Trump was. I am not at all sure what Scott’s father might have been smoking. I suppose it may have been some form of vast wishful thinking because Scott’s parents are really terrified that socialists, brown people, non-Christians, and queer people are going to come and kill them and take all of their stuff.
They’re in their mid-70s. I don’t think that anything anyone could say to them would help at all. I know that all three of their children disagree with them and that everybody tends to go out of their way not to talk about politics/social justice in their vicinity. I remember Scott’s father giving us all on-your-heads-be-it warnings about voting for Obama, but mostly he doesn’t talk about such things with us, especially not in front of his grandchildren.
I have four library DVDs I want to watch this week if I can manage it. I just have a hard time starting and then end up pausing the dratted things repeatedly. I also have six library CDs that I want to listen to and a lot of audiobooks on my laptop.
Scott wants to transition to using our bread machine for bread for sandwiches now that it’s getting cooler. I’m hesitant because I really don’t like slicing bread. I’m the one making all the sandwiches right now, so I’d be the one slicing the bread. I’m also the one who would make the bread and clean the pan and all of that. It seems a pity to have the bread machine and not use it, and it would be less expensive, but… It’s a lot more work. With sliced bread, I can make both sandwiches in under five minutes. Needing to slice the bread might well turn the sandwich making into a two step process that requires a rest in the middle. Maybe it would help if I slice the entire loaf all at once?
Scott’s work called at 10:30 last night to ask him to come in early this morning. He said no, and they didn’t insist. He’d have been trying to work twelve hours on three hours of sleep.
For more information on the VOYA Saga, here is my first post on Dreamwidth, which includes six links to my previous transcripts and descriptions on Tumblr. (I may move those over here as well; I haven't decided yet.)
( Transcript of Tweets )
Transcriber's note: I didn't actually include them in this or previous transcripts (mostly because I didn't notice it right away myself and then didn't want to have to go back and change everything, and then I wanted to stay consistent), BUT: Both Lisa Kurdyla in her Facebook responses and "Lisa Frueh" here have a tendency to double-space at the end of sentences, rather than single-space. This is something I used to do a lot but have grown out of the habit of doing, and personally link it to more of a "traditional publishing rules" mindset. Food for thought.
Read Ursula Vernon's Dragonbreath #8: Nightmare of the Iguana. Wendell's mother just took a leap from "your friend's annoying health food and science ed mother" into "your friend's seriously dysfunctional health food and science ed mother who is doing him real harm with her food issues."
Also Dragonbreath #9: The Case of the Toxic Mutants, in which I enjoyed Danny's grandfather and his neighbour more than most of the other characters.
Started Max Gladstone's Last First Snow. Hi Elayne!
Still reading Les Mis sporadically, having fallen off the every day thing again.
Splurged on Kate Bornstein's My New Gender Workbook (I already own the original edition, but this one's ten years newer and vastly updated) which was heavily discounted at the Book Depository, because with Various Stuff that's been going on, I really needed a trans auncy to come tell me my gender identity is valid. (Kate signs hirself as Aunty Kate on Twitter, but I typed auncy above because the fact that ze's genderqueer is relevant here to why I needed hir book right now.)
(Side note: auncy or aunky? "uncle" doesn't have a K in it, but I know some people use "ankle" rather than "auncle" for a non-binary parent's sibling or affectionate title of respect for someone a generation older than one. And I feel like aunky is more fun to spell and easier to figure out how to pronounce. But it's easier to guess what auncy means, so...?) (Another side note: I am so grateful to hir for being Aunt Kate to whoever wants hir to. And the same to George Takei re Uncle George.)
Anyway, that arrived, and I'm flipping through it gratefully.
Reading T. Kingfisher's serial, Summer in Orcus, as it arrives.
Read Courtney Milan's Year of the Crocodile, a short story (10K words) set after Trade Me, in which Tina's parents tag-team Blake's dad. I will just leave that out of context, shall I? So, I read this, then I read the two short stories Milan linked to in the back of the ebook, then I read the spoiler page on her website, then I went !!!!! and now I cannot wait for the rest of it.
I've been really excited about Hold Me (the sequel to Trade Me, about Tina's best friend Maria, who is trans and Latina) since I finished Trade Me, and have been low-key pissed off that apparently AFR bit the author's brain so hard she couldn't finish that one before haring off to write his story. After reading Year of the Crocodile and then those short stories and then the spoilers? I understand now. And I CANNOT WAIT for AFR's story, omg. (I guessed one key element of it when I read Trade Me, which was confirmed in Year of the Crocodile. But there's more.)
Comics and Manga
Read Lumberjanes vol 1. It's not what I expected (a lot more supernatural weirdness) but I like it. Poor Jen.
You know that game where you make a fake album cover? Using a random Wikipedia page for the band name, the last 3-5 words of a random quote from Wikiquote for the album name, and the fifth image from the 'Last 7 Days' page on Flickr as the cover art? (I used a random image from Wikimedia Commons instead of Flickr) And put the band name and album title on the image and post the result? I did that. (Description text is in the alt tag.) I may have overdone it a little with the effects, but the random image I got was a crappy diagram, and I kind of haven't gotten around to installing any fonts that GIMP has access to (the font shown is standard Sans with an Oilify filter run over it.) It's been a while since I did any photoshopping. So that was fun.
Does anyone know how to stop growing broccoli? Like, when the season's over and I'm pretty sure it's too warm for it to produce anything other than flowers. Do I dig it up, or?
Dug up the carrots. All of them. I planted them as seedlings, three months ago. The largest turned out to be the size of my thumb, and most of them were more like toe length, and pencil girth. I chopped them up and cooked them in a chilli situation, with red kidney beans, tomatoes, rice, and spinach. The spinach was also from my garden, and was rather bitten (I suspect snails -- I saw two of the fuckers fucking on the side of my parsley pot a week ago) but otherwise fine.
The kale and spinach are still going. My lunch today involved a kale and chickpea and bacon situation. :D My summer garden plans involve tomatoes and basil.
In which a mortal from Greek mythology is secretly a goddess AND a fairy queen; the female lead is as passive as Ana Steele; the villain wants to make the female lead his sex slave; the female lead is put on trial as a witch; and everything is the fault of the Inquisition and Baron
Also, this bears absolutely no resemblance to the myth of Arachne.
#warning: anti-semitism #warning: death/possible death #warning: do not want #warning: potential triggers #warning: rape/attempted rape #warning: sexism #warning: slavery (mentioned) #warning: threats (non-violent)
Halfway through the lecture, which I did make it to on time! I realized I left my wallet at home with my ID in it.
So I biked back home and got that and came back to campus, and found that some of my classes ran on time, some ran short, some were cancelled without warning, and basically stuff was all out of order for how I envisioned it. Now I'm short on time and have to get stuff done for the lab I'm TAing tomorrow.