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January 24, 2000

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It is occasionally important to track one's movement into adult life. There are ways to tell that no matter what you think in your soul (where, after all, we're all still teenagers, right?) you are officially in the 26-54 demographic. That MTV is not being targeted to you, but VH-1 is.

Here's one. I drink tea. Lots of it. I always have. I haven't drunk it in the office, however, as I drink it with milk and that's a problem.

Well, not too long ago I happened to have a half-gallon of milk at the office. (It was a week where the dining hall was closed. A closed dining hall makes it hard for Good Ol' Salt Restriction to find appropriate lunches in the interim. So for a while I had a box of Grape Nut O's and some milk here. Makes sense?) So, I got in the habit of drinking a couple of cups of tea a day at work. No big.

Well, I got a second half gallon of milk when that ran out, to continue my tealike ways. But, when you just have a "splash" of milk in your tea, there's no way to finish the milk off before it turns. So, today I filled a small pint flask of milk up at home, and brought that into the office to use in my tea.

I bring milk to work with me. I'm an adult. God help me.

I drink my work-tea out of an travel mug they sent to me. They sent it to me because I'm a regular customer of theirs, who buys lots and lots of stuff from them. But more to the point, they sent it because of... the fax machine.

I bought a Fax Machine from, to be sent before Christmas to my brother in law. He needed one, and it seemed like a good idea. I specifically paid for the two-day shipping, to ensure George got said Fax Machine by Christmas.

Three days before Christmas, they hadn't gotten a package. So, I e-mailed saying, in effect, "what the Hell?"

On Christmas Eve, I get a reply. They're powerfully sorry, but it didn't ship on time. They weren't sure why. It would arrive the following week. In the meantime, they canceled all shipping costs associated with the item.


Fine. Just fine. George is patient, after all. Noooooo big deal.

Except... it didn't come the next week.

Or the week after that.

I call. They're very apologetic, they checked their stock, and they find it. "I'll send that one out today," he said. He then paused, and said "oh. We've refunded the money it cost to you. We'll have to recharge your card."

"Fine," I said.

"That won't be a problem?" he asked. "I don't want to cause a problem."

"It's... fine," I said. "Just send it."

"All right. We're going to do next-day shipping, complimentary. And we apologize."

A week later, no fax machine. I give up. I call, yell at people for a bit, and demand a refund. I'll send them money and they can get themselves a fax machine at Office Depot.

The manager agreed, cheerfully, and refunded my money. I checked -- it did go back into my account.

The following Monday, George received a Fax machine. But not the one I ordered. I ordered a plain paper fax. They got a thermofax. I haven't been charged for it. At least, not yet.

In the meantime, they sent me a travel mug. Probably to say "no hard feelings."

I had too much salt in my food on Saturday. It was my own darn fault. But, I learned a valuable lesson.

One day of too much salt is more than enough to swell me back up like a sponge. I retained enough water to fill a kiddie pool. This is bad, as that leads to going back into full blown congestive heart failure. Well, that didn't happen, and I was ultra-good Sunday and I have been today. And the water is deflating back out of me at a fast pace. Too fast, really. I'm spending way too much time in the restroom, and my fingers have pruned. But I feel good, and that counts for something, right?

I am so sick of fiber-based cereal, though. Shredded Wheat is the perfect food for me -- no sodium at all and low calorie, plus it's high in fiber. A good combination. But do you know how easy it is to never want Shredded Wheat again? Or grilled fish in lemon? Or naked chicken breast on white rice? I miss sauces. I miss meatball subs. I miss cheese on my pizza. (I'm not sure what a cheeseless pizza with low amounts of sauce, broccoli, artichoke hearts and tomato slices is, but it's not pizza. That's crystal clear.)

Other than culinary fun, I spent most of the weekend in my apartment, huddling against the cold. Mason was there too for much of it, which was fun. And, I didn't do much. I did a lot of work on an In Nomine site revision for my personal collection, both making it look nicer and adding a ton more stuff. I'll likely put it up by the end of the week. And I continued sweating wordcount out of my Alaemon writeup. I'm sending that in tomorrowish.

But enough about me -- how are you?

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