Unfortunately, the walls are closing in again. I hate that. I didn't feel especially good the other day, so I missed out on grocery shopping. So I've been jammed into this since we got back from the cruise. And on there I was in an even smaller room.
My poor husband. By the time he gets home in the evening, I'm usually climbing the walls. Which makes me mean and punchy. So when I looked on Walmart's website and saw that my bedspread order had been delivered to the store, I was ready and waiting to go when Jere got here. So what happens when I get to Walmart? We wait, and wait, and no one can find my order. And the girl said it was my fault, because I was supposed to wait for an email from them. Excuse me? The website said "item ready for pickup." Doesn't that generally mean I can come and get it? So I asked for a refund, since the Walmart is toward a nastier side of town, and I'm the one on the order so Jere can't pick it up later. The girl went for a manager, and came back with an 800 number on a post-it. She told me that was how I could cancel my order.
So, while I was still steaming, I called the number, and the girl on the phone informed me they couldn't cancel an order once it had been delivered to the store. Even though the store claims they don't have it. At which point she heard herself saying it, stopped, and laughed. She told me to hold on, she'd call the store and see if she could get anywhere and fix it. After they bounced her around on hold for several minutes, someone finally gave her the code she needed and she issued my refund, apologizing and telling me that the store should have taken care of that on the spot while I was standing there.
You know, I had a whole list of things I needed to buy at Hellmart. But I'm done. This was the last straw. I don't think I can just bitch anymore. I'm boycotting. I don't care if I have to drive the 20 minutes to the Target when I move out of DC. I love the Target down there. It's clean, organized, and they have a lovely efficient Starbucks. Not to mention it's across from the spa. So screw the Hellmart that's only three minutes from me. Target rocks.
Tonight, instead of staying and picking up what I needed from Hellmart, we drove over to the Target in the mall so I could chill out. And you know what I found? An even better bedspread, that came with the bed skirt, for nearly the same price. Plus they had all the sheets I wanted in the perfect color, and all the throw pillows, all in store. And Jere bought me a vacuum cleaner (big point of contention there, as the man thinks it's perfectly fine to spend 45 minutes vacuuming a 1400 square foot apartment with a stick vac) and an ice cream maker.
The bedspread thing has been an issue from the beginning. Mom and I found the perfect bedroom setup at Ikea, but went down to grab the stuff for it, and they had sold out. Of it all. Seriously. So I looked on the website, and not only were they sold out, it was part of last season's line and it was long gone. I was crushed! So I went hunting the web in search of the perfect bedding, and found it on Walmart.com. I don't shop at Walmart, but they have free site to store shipping, and so I ordered the comforter set. It was perfect, and then tonight the twit at the store couldn't find it. Crushed AGAIN! Thank you, Target, for saving me from insanity. It's like they copied the bedroom right out of Ikea. Well, almost.
Now imagine it with black and white prints on the walls of Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany's, and pink and black pillows, and the beautiful black striped mirror and lamp I got at Ikea, and you have my room. Which led Jere to asking, "Uh, whose room is all this pink stuff for? Not mine, right?" LOL! We're pretty excited about seperate bedrooms again. Our alternating hours are starting to bug one another.
Back to the walls closing in. It feels more crowded in here tonight. I found myself wedged between my husband and the cat, a Kristin Sammich, with Jere snoring in my ear. If one or the other would have moved, I think it would have been ok. I love cuddling with them both, just not at once. So I moved to the bottom of the bed and tried to sleep sideways. It was perfect. I could cuddle up to Jere, have a hand on the cat, and everyone's happy. I'm dozing off, watching TV...and the cable goes out. The only channel that works? The hotel preview channel for movies and porn. Delightful. And it's two in the morning, so you think they're going to bother doing anything about it? Fat ass chance.
Both cat and husband are sleeping peacefully. And I'm going bonkers. I hate nights where the insomnia gets me. Tomorrow I'm going to start packing a few more things to take to mother-in-law's this weekend. I'm sure she knows just how excited I am to come and sit in her big kitchen with all its space and the great big window. It'll be nice to see grass again. And I guarantee she'll laugh when she sees all the crazy stuff I bought. I never thought I'd say this: I NEED my mother-in-law. I wish we were staying overnight. :-( But then I miss the cat.
Cable's still out. Going to see if I can sneak a movie in without waking Jere or G.
Today's lesson: Ok, first thing. Kari, I know you've already fallen off your chair laughing that it was finally someone else's turn to have a crappy trip to Hellmart. So here's the lesson...Walmart doesn't give a shit about anyone. For all the wonderful things you can buy there for lovely prices, you pay for discounts with a lack of English-speaking competent customer service people.
So I came home tonight and watched the South Park episode about the evils of Walmart. And smiled.
I miss Meijer. *sigh*