“Remoted” Workday 166 / Day 247 (Wednesday)

The technology issues were minimal today, which was a welcome thing. Overall, work was great. Regular life, though … Errrr. 

Sure, just drop in
the doorway.

Today, the first produce box since September 30^th arrived. I had postponed several previous boxes because when logging into the site to choose items, there was not much left to choose from, but lots of images of stuff that were sold out. The two groupings with instructions to “Choose 6” would have a total of maybe three things left between them that I wanted (or would settle for) and everything I wanted was already sold out an hour into the selection window. The “Choose 2” group, with about six items to choose from, would have six things I actually wanted. 

Box delivery dates were shifted out by a week, week after week, until I realized there hadn’t been a fresh vegetable in the house in ages. Last week on selection day, there were enough items not already sold out that I wanted (or would settle for, looking at you lemons) to get the box, and it arrived today.

The box was left in the middle of the doorway. Literally. The storm door couldn't be closed due to the placement of the box. No worries, it was a balmy 30-something degrees. Thanks to lots of extra space in the box due to insufficient packing material, the box was crunched on top and the tape wasn’t even attached to the box.

Bruised and broken.

Inside, was a bunch of battered produce. A crushed red pepper, not the good kind in a shaker dispenser, was the first thing seen in the box of disappointment. Other casualties were three dinged and badly bruised apples, a tragically soft eggplant, a lemon with a brown squishy spot, and another red pepper that was bruised and only slightly crushed. The “Marketplace” add-on Finnish chocolate bars were both on the bottom of the box under a very heavy spaghetti squash and everything else in the order and are broken into bits. The disappointment was rounded out with two potatoes that are as small as the lemons, and a green cabbage that was not much larger than the onion. 

After a series of boxes over the summer with issues including missing items, broken stuff, and the occasional way past prime squishy items, time was taken to report the issues. But dang, consistently receiving bashed and broken food and constantly having to report issues is not fun. I tried to be patient, but the patience may have reached its limit. It may be time to break up with my produce box. Like so many other relationships, this one may have run its course.