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You remember, this one. Of course, in Alabama, the Tuscaloosa but that is entirely ir-elephant to what I was talking about.
Looks like I'm staying home Thursday. Two trips down to the race starting point, complete with a printout of my screwed-up registration form and and a lame attempt at influence-peddling, got me exactly nowhere.
I'm also getting an annoying bunch of dunning notices, in the mail and over the phone, over bills I've already paid. The older of them, paid through one of those creepy paperless methods I bitched about last week, got screwed up because the site defaulted me to a long-closed (and since deleted from the payment setup) checking account of Eleanor's. I caught the error weeks ago when the debit didn't post in the proper place, and reissued the payment from the proper one, but I'm guessing they took that "second" payment and applied it to next month, making the reversed payment now seem way past due. Lest you think this is all the fault of the paperless world, the other screwup was with a mailed bill payment: sent on the 7th, and yet still not there, a mere two states away, now 15 days later. No great financial consequences in either of these, but I feel the need to get on the phone to educate them both- and that will take at least an hour, most likely with at least one of them yawning their way through a 3 a.m. call in Bangalore.
Aaaaand speaking of hours, I just found out I wasted a good three or so of them last week, over a spelling error. I sent an opposing lawyer one of those if you don't do X thing by Y date, I'm gonna do Z letters, and when he didn't, I did. Today came the letter telling me he HAD done X, and did it prior to Y, even furnishing an email printout as proof. Well, my identical twin at roadrunnder-dot-com may have gotten that email, but I surely didn't. Unlike Annoying Race Organizer Guy, though, I had to forgive him his trespadss.
At least I'm not alone in the Fail today. Among other evidences of it in the news today:
* This one from fellow Met blogger Jason Fry: ESPN debuts a documentary about Massachusetts basketball prodigy Chris Herren, whose battles with substance abuse dogged his college hoops and NBA careers. As with everything at the World Wide Leader, it had to be heavily sponsored, and somebody missed the minor irony in having Jameson whiskey among them. That tie-in has been scrubbed from all future airings, of course.
* Our local police department has decided not to charge anyone in the death-by-bullying slaying of local teen Jamey Rodemeyer: Despite hundreds of hours spent by investigators into the Williamsville North student's suicide, police have determined that none of the reported juvenile incidents reaches a criminal level. So that's it. No naming, no shaming, back to business as usual in Bullyland.
* And don't even get me started on Sergeant Pepper. Okay, fine. GET me started.
I need to get out of here and do cardio or something. Assuming my gym membership didn't get renewed too late:P_
Looks like I'm staying home Thursday. Two trips down to the race starting point, complete with a printout of my screwed-up registration form and and a lame attempt at influence-peddling, got me exactly nowhere.
I'm also getting an annoying bunch of dunning notices, in the mail and over the phone, over bills I've already paid. The older of them, paid through one of those creepy paperless methods I bitched about last week, got screwed up because the site defaulted me to a long-closed (and since deleted from the payment setup) checking account of Eleanor's. I caught the error weeks ago when the debit didn't post in the proper place, and reissued the payment from the proper one, but I'm guessing they took that "second" payment and applied it to next month, making the reversed payment now seem way past due. Lest you think this is all the fault of the paperless world, the other screwup was with a mailed bill payment: sent on the 7th, and yet still not there, a mere two states away, now 15 days later. No great financial consequences in either of these, but I feel the need to get on the phone to educate them both- and that will take at least an hour, most likely with at least one of them yawning their way through a 3 a.m. call in Bangalore.
Aaaaand speaking of hours, I just found out I wasted a good three or so of them last week, over a spelling error. I sent an opposing lawyer one of those if you don't do X thing by Y date, I'm gonna do Z letters, and when he didn't, I did. Today came the letter telling me he HAD done X, and did it prior to Y, even furnishing an email printout as proof. Well, my identical twin at roadrunnder-dot-com may have gotten that email, but I surely didn't. Unlike Annoying Race Organizer Guy, though, I had to forgive him his trespadss.
At least I'm not alone in the Fail today. Among other evidences of it in the news today:
* This one from fellow Met blogger Jason Fry: ESPN debuts a documentary about Massachusetts basketball prodigy Chris Herren, whose battles with substance abuse dogged his college hoops and NBA careers. As with everything at the World Wide Leader, it had to be heavily sponsored, and somebody missed the minor irony in having Jameson whiskey among them. That tie-in has been scrubbed from all future airings, of course.
* Our local police department has decided not to charge anyone in the death-by-bullying slaying of local teen Jamey Rodemeyer: Despite hundreds of hours spent by investigators into the Williamsville North student's suicide, police have determined that none of the reported juvenile incidents reaches a criminal level. So that's it. No naming, no shaming, back to business as usual in Bullyland.
* And don't even get me started on Sergeant Pepper. Okay, fine. GET me started.
I need to get out of here and do cardio or something. Assuming my gym membership didn't get renewed too late:P_
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Date: 2011-11-22 09:54 pm (UTC)Too bad about the Turkey Trot!
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Date: 2011-11-22 10:58 pm (UTC)As for the race: I just don't get the 'tude. Yeah, by all reports I can just show up, or if I'm lucky take someone else's pre-registered spot, but that puts the cause out the dough. Plus, the only capacity issue is for the afterparty, and no way am I drinking beer after two hours in the freezing cold anyway. So I'll likely spend that morning running the same distance indoors, reading a very lovely Frank DeFord novel somebody sent me ::hugs::
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Date: 2011-11-22 11:00 pm (UTC)I use my credit union's bill pay service to get stuff sent out. It's easy, safe, and actually involves mailing a check - only I'm not the one doing it. Love it.
The limit on registration due to the afterparty does seem very odd. I don't quite get that.
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Date: 2011-11-22 11:03 pm (UTC)