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edenfalling) wrote2011-07-12 02:55 am
edenfalling) wrote2011-07-12 02:55 am
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3 things: Susan's (planned) ice cream party; the frustration of banks; sprained toes
1. I have asked PM for a couple days off right around my friend Susan's birthday in August, so I can rent a car and drive down to NJ and attend her party. She is planning to have a homemade ice cream party, where we not only make the ice cream (I have this vague recollection that when her sister got married, she and her husband received something like three ice cream makers -- presumably they gave one to Susan's parents?) but also the various topping sauces. It sounds both fun and delicious. :-)
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2. At the smoke shop, we have special locking deposit bags given to us by our bank -- I believe this is fairly standard practice for local businesses that make frequent deposits. We have seven of them. By Monday morning, we are always down to either one or none, which means that we need to pick up the processed ones from the bank. The person who does morning cash-up picks them up after dropping off the Sunday evening deposit.
Lately, the bank has been falling down on the job. The deposits have not been processed and the bags are not available, which means that the person who does afternoon cash-up has to pick them up, and also often has to drop off the Monday morning deposit in a flimsy plastic bag with a glue seal instead of one of our reusable bags.
Today, when I took over the Monday morning deposit, the bags were still not ready. At 3:30 in the afternoon! When the bank opens at 10am, and the tellers are in at least half an hour before that!
*headdesk*
So I waited around for ten minutes while a teller processed two deposits, and then I said someone would pick up the other bags tomorrow, because I needed to get back to the store so I could go on lunch break.
PM says she's going to call the bank and complain, because this is getting ridiculous. We can start calling in the morning before someone takes the Sunday deposit over, as a reminder that we exist and deserve prompt service, but that really should not be necessary. It never was necessary until recently.
In summary, argh.
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3. While on my lunch break, I opened the door into the Center Ithaca food court and found myself face to face with a large man on crutches. I stepped back, intending to hold the door open for him.
There was, unfortunately, a slight irregularity in the sidewalk, and I landed hard and sideways on the small toes of my right foot, squashing and rolling them inside my shoe -- it was like the vicious nerve twinges I get from high heels, only magnified a hundred times and compressed into three seconds, plus a dull, hot ache that flooded in on the wake of the twinge.
The twinge and pain faded while I ate lunch, so I thought I was okay. As the evening wore on, though, my toes hurt more and more. They are not visibly bruised, but they are sore, very stiff, and a little bit swolen.
I think I sprained them.
The internet tells me this is treatable at home with ice, ibuprofen, elevation, and not walking very much. I am glad for that. I have health insurance, but it is pretty terrible insurance, and in any case, I don't have a doctor.
If my foot still hurts in a few days, though, I may have to find one. :-(
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2. At the smoke shop, we have special locking deposit bags given to us by our bank -- I believe this is fairly standard practice for local businesses that make frequent deposits. We have seven of them. By Monday morning, we are always down to either one or none, which means that we need to pick up the processed ones from the bank. The person who does morning cash-up picks them up after dropping off the Sunday evening deposit.
Lately, the bank has been falling down on the job. The deposits have not been processed and the bags are not available, which means that the person who does afternoon cash-up has to pick them up, and also often has to drop off the Monday morning deposit in a flimsy plastic bag with a glue seal instead of one of our reusable bags.
Today, when I took over the Monday morning deposit, the bags were still not ready. At 3:30 in the afternoon! When the bank opens at 10am, and the tellers are in at least half an hour before that!
*headdesk*
So I waited around for ten minutes while a teller processed two deposits, and then I said someone would pick up the other bags tomorrow, because I needed to get back to the store so I could go on lunch break.
PM says she's going to call the bank and complain, because this is getting ridiculous. We can start calling in the morning before someone takes the Sunday deposit over, as a reminder that we exist and deserve prompt service, but that really should not be necessary. It never was necessary until recently.
In summary, argh.
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3. While on my lunch break, I opened the door into the Center Ithaca food court and found myself face to face with a large man on crutches. I stepped back, intending to hold the door open for him.
There was, unfortunately, a slight irregularity in the sidewalk, and I landed hard and sideways on the small toes of my right foot, squashing and rolling them inside my shoe -- it was like the vicious nerve twinges I get from high heels, only magnified a hundred times and compressed into three seconds, plus a dull, hot ache that flooded in on the wake of the twinge.
The twinge and pain faded while I ate lunch, so I thought I was okay. As the evening wore on, though, my toes hurt more and more. They are not visibly bruised, but they are sore, very stiff, and a little bit swolen.
I think I sprained them.
The internet tells me this is treatable at home with ice, ibuprofen, elevation, and not walking very much. I am glad for that. I have health insurance, but it is pretty terrible insurance, and in any case, I don't have a doctor.
If my foot still hurts in a few days, though, I may have to find one. :-(