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I don’t know how LinkedIn works and at this point I’m too afraid to find out. I must have signed up at some point but I don’t know what I used to log in.

I do know that it emails me three or four times a day, and has done for years now, and I don’t know how to make it stop. What’s weird is that it gets stuck. It used to email me “so and so requested to connect with you!” and it’d be someone i’ve met in real life or whatever. Mostly thru roller derby. And I’d be like, no, I’m not connecting with shit, I don’t know how to use that site. And so it’d email me daily reminding me about it for about a week, and then it’d give up.

Lately, it’s decided to ask me, sometimes twice or three times a day, “do you know so-and-so?” and it goes back and forth between two different people, both roller derby people I haven’t seen in a solid three or four years now, maybe more– but it’s just the two of them, and it emails me about them literally twice a day. One of them used to be Dude’s boss, for a while, circa 2009. It’s. A lot. I don’t know how to make it stop and like hell am I ever logging in to that site again. 

Anyway if you’ve ever wondered why I didn’t accept your request to connect on LinkedIn that’s why.

In other news, I replaced the needle in my sewing machine as per the advice of uhhhh missbuster​? was it you? it was someone I’m connected with on multiple platforms and I’m not sure which platform the comment was on and thus I can’t find the conversation to reply to it, and maybe it was dreamwidth, and gosh on the one hand I love having multiple avenues of conversation but I sure wish conversations were actually supported on Tumblr, it’s a pretty fundamental aspect of social media that the site rather forcibly neglects. Argh.

Anyway, I replaced the needle, and yes, it helped quite a bit– the old needle was actually some kind of specialty needle and I don’t know how or why that happened but there it is. I had to buy a new pack of needles to find my old pack, but once I did, I found the old pack and all was well. The machine still isn’t fixed, though. And it turns out, I’m actually fucking terrible at hemming, so several of the furoshiki, I’ve had to either seam-rip the hem and restitch it, or just go over by hand and mend the places where I totally neglected to catch the turned-under bit of seam. It’s been sort of humbling to realize that not all of my shittiness is blameable on the tools. Though, I mean, a lot of it was, so. 

I’ll do a separate post with the Whole Saga Of The Furoshiki soon, though. But here’s a teaser picture:

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So Amazon has killed Black Friday by having their Prime 2-Day Shipping be a thing for so long. People are now used to the idea that if you want to order a thing, you just go online, and then you get it in two days.

So this morning we had three times as many orders as we’d had on Cyber Monday, which is fine because we can still get things out, but it’s a little annoying because if we make any error, there’ll be no time to fix it before Christmas. 

Here’s the hitch: Amazon can’t actually get you shit in two days now. Most of their Prime stuff is three or four days by now. We sell stuff on Prime– it’s a program called Fulfillment By Amazon where we ship it in to their warehouses ahead of time, and then they sell it, and pay us once it ships. 

Some of those orders have now been pending for a week, up to two in one case. (That one shipped on Saturday, finally.) (They don’t pay us until they ship them.) Customers are ordering that shit as Prime, and it’s sitting in their warehouse. 

Anyhow, it’s kind of funny, in a dark bleak way; I’ve been working in online sales for six or seven years now, and have watched Black Friday/Cyber Monday slip into meaninglessness during that time.

I came home to a notice that my driver’s license has been suspended. I don’t even remember when it was, now, but over the summer sometime, I had a taillight out while I was driving on the Thruway, and I got one of those tickets where you just have to mail in a thing to prove you fixed it within 24 hours? So I did? But i forgot to keep a copy for myself, and kicked myself over it. And then I got a notice that I still had to appear in court, but it’s 200 miles away. So I called them. I don’t even remember what fucking month this was, now. Anyway, I called, and got the town clerk’s office, and the lady there looked at the court docket, and was like oh right, you did get your form in. It’s fine, you don’t have to come in! And I said, Will I get anything in writing to that effect? And she said no, but don’t worry about it.

Well joke’s on fucking me, isn’t it! I now have no way of proving any of this, and I don’t even remember what fucking month it was, but if I get pulled over now for any reason I will be thrown in fucking jail and believe me, I’ve had it happen before and I know they don’t mess around, they don’t care that it’s not warranted and you didn’t do anything wrong, you are A Criminal And A Scofflaw and they’ll take your glasses and make you sit for hours before you can call anybody.

So the moral of the story is, always get everything in writing and don’t ever, ever assume anyone’s competent at their fucking job.

I don’t even know where to begin to fix this, and it’s at minimum a $70 fine to get my license reinstated, and now I will absolutely have to drive to fucking Canajoharie at some point, and I am incandescently furious and also utterly without recourse.