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I began the day warmed by the glow of my own intelligence. As the sun went down on the drive home 12 hours later, it wasn't the only thing to have gone completely out of sight.
I know I've posted here before about Learned League, the trivia/knowledge quarterly competition I've been in for a couple of years. It's too late to look up the link; take my word.
Anyway, the latest 25-match competition began three Mondays ago. They delayed Opening Day by a few days to accommodate LLamas in Texas affected by their state's power grid being run by idiots. The season started off for me with four days of absolute doom. I felt lucky most days to get one question out of six correct.
It’s gotten better, and this was the proof of that I received at 6 this morning:
This sudden rise to the top of my group of 26 contestants almost certainly will not last, but for now, I am basking in the glory of being, for at least one day, officially recognized as a Super Genius.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to get back to the online Acme store to order some more dynamite. And I fully expect they’ll be cancel-culturing me any day now, on account of me leaving big holes the shape of myself in sacred rock formations.
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From the thrill of that to the agony of the final events of Vaccination Afternoon? Wowsers.
I got to the Rochester office plenty early for the one 2:30 appointment I had there- it was supposed to be after my return from Syracuse, but was now prior to what was now my late afternoon vaccination scheduled in an adjacent Rochester town. Early, except there was a big accident right in front of the office and I had to park next to the firehouse located next to our office. (This, as they say, will be important later.) Then they dropped a new client on me, who just happened to be in when I got there: I couldn't blow it off, since the problem was in my wheelhouse and he paid on the spot, but it left me no time to prepare for the 2:30 appointment client who of course was early. And started a fire.
How did I know this? Well, while meeting with him, a coworker stuck his head in the conference room and singsang to the client, Yoooo started a fire, yoooo started a fire. I thought he was being metaphorical, but no- client actually dropped a lit ciggie outside the office and got something smoldering. Fortunately, not enough to require the guys next door to come over.
Our home printer has been shit for months- a function mainly of its quality degrading when it's not used much, which it's not- and Singsong Coworker told me we could just have any of the assorted printers laying around the place which either were no longer used by their COVID-departed employees or which had been upgraded for the ones who remained. I'd just found such a printer to bring back to try- free to a good home- but as I was walking out to put it in my car, another client popped in- not just to sign the papers I left for her a week ago but to bitch about something totally separate which she first texted me about yesterday. Once I put that fire out (heh), I now had get to my vaccination slot within half an hour, and take time to serve subpoenas on 2:30 appointment client's opponents as soon as I was done, because their attorney decided to be a shit about accepting service for his clients.
I FINALLY got going, but only once was I was out with my computer bag and printer did I remember the damn car’s a block away, and I got to the Walgreens which had my appointment. But, despite having Google-mapped the thing, I almost sailed by it. That's because this location was not the standard brick-and-big-box pharmacy of theirs I'm used to, but it was in one of these weird old buildings across from the Wegmans "Mother Ship" flagship store - I think the building used to house a jeweler- but I caught it in time, pulled into their small parking lot, pulled out the folder with my appointment information, went to pull my wallet from where I keep it in the car, and... no wallet.
I'd taken it with me from home, getting gas along the way, which meant I'd brought it into the office and left it on my desk in the overload of afternoon shit. BUT. I did have my phone (which I also managed to lose briefly in the beginning of a near-panic attack but knew I would find and did), which had a screenshot of my insurance card. The only reason I'd taken a picture of that is because when making an appointment, the numbers on the insurance card were too tiny for my tired eyes, so I photographed it to blow up the account and group numbers.
The pharmacy inside the Walgreens was also nothing like I'd never seen from them, reminding me more of the old-school family-owned drugstores of my youth: just a counter with the good drugs behind it, a booth for vaccinations, and a small section of shelves with durable medicals. No groceries, tsosches, or even OTC meds or greeting cards. Apparently they're trying out this model, and doing so across Monroe Avenue from the biggest and coolest Wegmans on the planet is probably as good a place as any to experiment.
Julie and Briann were awesomeness. They warded off the panic attack, found me and my insurance in their system, didn't care that I couldn't produce proof of identity or birthday, and I was only delayed by a small queue of other vaccinatees ahead of me. Within an hour, I had my real Golden Ticket (privacy advocates recommend you redact details from it as I did):
And this was a Valentine card I bought from a poetry friend of ours over a year ago, after I’d already gotten one for Eleanor:
Once they told us we would be vaccine eligible right around this year's V-Day, I knew I wanted to give it to whoever did this deed, because Cupid with the arrow seemed appropriate for a vaccination thank you card.
After they finally cleared me and my paperwork and brought me in for my jab, I wrote it out to both technicians- Briann who did the injection and Julie who helped get me through the shot AND the paperwork snafu. Both were very appreciative, as was Bianca for sharing her artwork with them ❤️
Second shot's scheduled in the same place four weeks from today. I already have the pre-appointment paperwork to fill out. Just have to remember to bring my license, my insurance card, and no anvils;)
I know I've posted here before about Learned League, the trivia/knowledge quarterly competition I've been in for a couple of years. It's too late to look up the link; take my word.
Anyway, the latest 25-match competition began three Mondays ago. They delayed Opening Day by a few days to accommodate LLamas in Texas affected by their state's power grid being run by idiots. The season started off for me with four days of absolute doom. I felt lucky most days to get one question out of six correct.
It’s gotten better, and this was the proof of that I received at 6 this morning:
This sudden rise to the top of my group of 26 contestants almost certainly will not last, but for now, I am basking in the glory of being, for at least one day, officially recognized as a Super Genius.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to get back to the online Acme store to order some more dynamite. And I fully expect they’ll be cancel-culturing me any day now, on account of me leaving big holes the shape of myself in sacred rock formations.
----
From the thrill of that to the agony of the final events of Vaccination Afternoon? Wowsers.
I got to the Rochester office plenty early for the one 2:30 appointment I had there- it was supposed to be after my return from Syracuse, but was now prior to what was now my late afternoon vaccination scheduled in an adjacent Rochester town. Early, except there was a big accident right in front of the office and I had to park next to the firehouse located next to our office. (This, as they say, will be important later.) Then they dropped a new client on me, who just happened to be in when I got there: I couldn't blow it off, since the problem was in my wheelhouse and he paid on the spot, but it left me no time to prepare for the 2:30 appointment client who of course was early. And started a fire.
How did I know this? Well, while meeting with him, a coworker stuck his head in the conference room and singsang to the client, Yoooo started a fire, yoooo started a fire. I thought he was being metaphorical, but no- client actually dropped a lit ciggie outside the office and got something smoldering. Fortunately, not enough to require the guys next door to come over.
Our home printer has been shit for months- a function mainly of its quality degrading when it's not used much, which it's not- and Singsong Coworker told me we could just have any of the assorted printers laying around the place which either were no longer used by their COVID-departed employees or which had been upgraded for the ones who remained. I'd just found such a printer to bring back to try- free to a good home- but as I was walking out to put it in my car, another client popped in- not just to sign the papers I left for her a week ago but to bitch about something totally separate which she first texted me about yesterday. Once I put that fire out (heh), I now had get to my vaccination slot within half an hour, and take time to serve subpoenas on 2:30 appointment client's opponents as soon as I was done, because their attorney decided to be a shit about accepting service for his clients.
I FINALLY got going, but only once was I was out with my computer bag and printer did I remember the damn car’s a block away, and I got to the Walgreens which had my appointment. But, despite having Google-mapped the thing, I almost sailed by it. That's because this location was not the standard brick-and-big-box pharmacy of theirs I'm used to, but it was in one of these weird old buildings across from the Wegmans "Mother Ship" flagship store - I think the building used to house a jeweler- but I caught it in time, pulled into their small parking lot, pulled out the folder with my appointment information, went to pull my wallet from where I keep it in the car, and... no wallet.
I'd taken it with me from home, getting gas along the way, which meant I'd brought it into the office and left it on my desk in the overload of afternoon shit. BUT. I did have my phone (which I also managed to lose briefly in the beginning of a near-panic attack but knew I would find and did), which had a screenshot of my insurance card. The only reason I'd taken a picture of that is because when making an appointment, the numbers on the insurance card were too tiny for my tired eyes, so I photographed it to blow up the account and group numbers.
The pharmacy inside the Walgreens was also nothing like I'd never seen from them, reminding me more of the old-school family-owned drugstores of my youth: just a counter with the good drugs behind it, a booth for vaccinations, and a small section of shelves with durable medicals. No groceries, tsosches, or even OTC meds or greeting cards. Apparently they're trying out this model, and doing so across Monroe Avenue from the biggest and coolest Wegmans on the planet is probably as good a place as any to experiment.
Julie and Briann were awesomeness. They warded off the panic attack, found me and my insurance in their system, didn't care that I couldn't produce proof of identity or birthday, and I was only delayed by a small queue of other vaccinatees ahead of me. Within an hour, I had my real Golden Ticket (privacy advocates recommend you redact details from it as I did):
And this was a Valentine card I bought from a poetry friend of ours over a year ago, after I’d already gotten one for Eleanor:
Once they told us we would be vaccine eligible right around this year's V-Day, I knew I wanted to give it to whoever did this deed, because Cupid with the arrow seemed appropriate for a vaccination thank you card.
After they finally cleared me and my paperwork and brought me in for my jab, I wrote it out to both technicians- Briann who did the injection and Julie who helped get me through the shot AND the paperwork snafu. Both were very appreciative, as was Bianca for sharing her artwork with them ❤️
Second shot's scheduled in the same place four weeks from today. I already have the pre-appointment paperwork to fill out. Just have to remember to bring my license, my insurance card, and no anvils;)