What do you do when you have too many possible subject lines?

[wayfaringwordhack]

Ask a rhetorical question, I guess. I could have called this post "Wiped out," "The little piggy finally made it to the market," or "Out with the new in with the old, or the unboundless stupidity of some people."  Let's take those one by one, shall we?

Wiped out:

I'm so freaking tired. I feel like a wet noodle. No, worse. Noodles do not, to the best of my knowledge, have eyes that burn with fatigue. The doc gave me iron, potassium, and folic acid, as well as allergy medicine to take (have I already said that? I'm too tired to double check) until my blood tests come back, but so far, I don't feel them making any difference...

The little piggy finally made it to the market:

Yes, this morning, Julien and I got up at 5am to go to the craft market on Grande Terre. The fatigue is partly due to that fact, I know. It rained and it rained and it rained. There weren't a lot of visitors at the market, but I still managed to sell 96€ ($122) worth of stuff. I guess that isn't too bad for my first time out.  This coming week, I'll be busy doing more crafts because there are a few more markets to hit before Christmas.

Out with the new in with the old, or the unboundless stupidity of some people:

We no longer have a new computer. Long story very short: We bought it from a business that puts the pcs together themselves instead of through a chain, etc. The techs installed a modem that is not compatible with Linux. It created conflict with the sound and other things. We ferried our car over twice (15€ a pop) to try to get the prob resolved. Asshat-owner never calls us with an update as promised, so J calls back.

The verdict: Asshat wants us to buy a new modem that will cost us 50€ more than what was agreed. Instead of giving us the compatible modem and respecting the contract (which was signed and a down payment given before the construction of the pc) as a gesture of goodwill in regards to our phone and ferrying bills racked up because of THEIR incompetence, Asshat tells Julien, and I quote; "This isn't the Red Cross," and then hangs up on him.

Yes, you read that right. He hung up! What kind of business person is that????? Naturally, J was pissed and went straight to GT for a refund, which Asshat didn't want to give us. Don't worry. We got it today (a day late and by an employee). But...ARGH!!!!!

OK, I'm going to go chill out in front of some rugby. I need it. Sorry if this is typo-ridden and lacking in sense. Too tired to reread.

Comments

[alaskanmermaid.livejournal.com]

Bad business >:P

[mnfaure.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I would like to think that wouldn't fly in the States. I know it wouldn't have when I last lived there, but I don't know if the customer has been overthrown as king. :P

[mindseas.livejournal.com]

The market sounds like a grand thing. Sort of like a medieval market?

Sorry about your new computer. At least you still have the old one.

[mnfaure.livejournal.com]

The market is pretty good. Mostly local things for sale like fruits, veggies, homemade jams, achards (spicy pickled vegs and fruits like mangoes and green papayas), samossas, as well as crafts like jewelry, knickknack boxes made from baobab fruits, lamps, etc. But there are also imported souvenirs from Madagascar and Africa. All outdoors. Come pouring rain or pounding shine... :P

I'm sorry, too, about the stupid pc. I think we're going to get J's brother to bring us a laptop when he comes at the end of December. Cheaper that way.

[rabiagale.livejournal.com]

*HUGS*

You go and veg, then go to sleep! Get lots of rest.

Poor Miqa. :(

[mnfaure.livejournal.com]

Thanks, dear. I'm trying my best, but I woke up with swollen, white-spotted tonsils. Not a promising start to the week.