Export Liar Gather

Why I should be committed:

Yesterday I hauled my huge round box all packed up with my quilt to go to the Yeiser up in Paducah, up to the FedEx store.  I remembered my account number card, and had the box all packed and ready except for one end where I needed to slip a return label in before sealing the box up.  The place was really busy and only one woman seemed to know what she was doing-  naturally I got called over to the next window where there was a guy who really must have been the xerox repairman, not the regular FedEx guy.  My address labels were all filled out and ready to go on and in but they needed to be weighed before I could do it.  he spent 15 minutes going over my forms and not understanding I was prepaying my return.  Never had a problem before.  Tried to get it through and finally think I did but then I asked for a piece of tape to attach the return papers inside thew box and he told me I had to go back to the desk where the forms were and GET BACK IN LINE.

 The thing that really pissed me off is that he had a big old tape machine at his elbow and the whole transaction could have been completed right there in a three second interval.

But no way, I had to go get the piece of tape at the other end of the room, seal up the box and then return to the END of the line.  No kidding-  I was there at 2:15, did not get out until 3 PM and all my forms were done ahead of time.  I was spitting mad.  Aaarugh.

Well tonight I got a recorded message that FedEx has a package that will be delivered tomorrow and needs a signature.  Huh?  SURE ENOUGH, I stuck the wrong address label inside the box and the woman stuck the other one on the outside-  the return label back to me.  So, instead of winging it's way to Kentucky, my quilt will spend the night in a  Fed Ex truck and it will cost me another $18 to remail it out again tomorrow.

See?  Certifiable.  I read that they can implant some electrical device in my brain to pulse 100 times a minute to stave off Alzheimers.  I think I'll opt for the operation.  I hate being dumb, and didn't used to be.

So tomorrow I'll be stuck here wrangling dogs all day waiting for the FedEx truck.  Shoot me now.