random thoughts – Day 1,814 – (Wednesday) – hiccups

Unusual situation.

Today was another of those days with a few little hiccups. While working at the home office desk this morning, I realized it was raining. It also occurred to me that I hadn’t checked the basement for a few days, so I did. 

There was an unusual amount of water pooled between the concrete chimney, the furnace, installed two months ago, and the water tank, which was installed by the same company one or two years ago. I called the company and a service tech was scheduled for early afternoon. It felt like a stroke of luck to be working at home due to the doctor’s driving prohibition and not at the office where I would normally be on a Wednesday. It also felt fortunate that both units were done by the same company.

I missed the text message that the tech was on the way, so it was surprising to hear a knock at the front door fifteen minutes before the scheduled service window had begun. A good surprise. 

The tech checked out the furnace and determined that the outlet on the furnace that the pump was plugged into was tripped and the pump was full of water. It was replaced and in what felt like no time at all, the tech was on his way to the next customer. It was practically a non-event.

The workday was relatively annoyance-free. An ad was entered for review, approved, and delivered. The usual stuff. The deletion of old, unnecessary files, a task delayed for years (no lie, YEARS) was continued. Deleting old files is pretty low on the project list when things are hopping busy.

After work, the front door was checked for an expected delivery from the giant company I love to hate which sells all manner of products and delivers quickly, just not as quickly as it used to. Nothing, but almost immediately, a message arrived that indicated it had been dropped at the back door. I can't understand why some delivery drivers go to the far side of the house to drop boxes, when there is an enclosed porch that protects parcels from view and weather. But I digress. 

The contents of the box with the smiley arrow mark were supposed to be a two-pack of 24 ounce jars of Prego mushroom spaghetti sauce and a black skirt for dance group, described as “Elegant Ballroom Dance Latin Dance Party Long Swing Race Skirt for Women.” 

The small-ish box was opened with eagerness, as I tested the mobility of the injured wrist, temporarily freed from the confines of the removable brace. It was immediately realized that there was only one jar of sauce, representing a 50% failure on the two-pack. Errrr. The order was checked to confirm that I had, indeed, ordered the two-jar pack (yup!) and not the single jar I also considered (nope!). An online help chat was initiated and a few minutes later the problem had a resolution (more sauce is on the way).

A few minutes later, I got around to checking out the skirt – a black layered version of the image shared in our dance troupe social group which included a link to the item on the site. When it was removed from the confines of the clear plastic slider seal bag, the first thought was “hmmm, this looks small.” 

The label on the package reads “Elegant Bal … Dance Latin Dance Skirt for Girls.” Yes, girls. Not women. That certainly explains the small circumference and the weird length that hovers several inches above my ankles. Oy. No worries. It might fit someone else in the group, and if not, it can be returned until April 4 and by then I can drive to a return location.

In the grand scheme of things, the day's hiccups are minor. Trivial. One is corrected, another is being corrected with the solution arriving Friday, and the third can still be corrected. If only every problem could be small and resolved so easily. That would be super sweet.