Is It Monday Yet?

So, to make a long story short, the customer service at Amazon leaves a lot to be desired, and UPS has a tendency to deliver gifts 14 miles from the intended destination. I’ve had the order sent once more, free of charge, to me, and will take it to my boyfriend myself when I go and visit. But seriously–what the hell? Believe it or not, Amazon had the gall to tell me that it had been delivered on December 20, when I had proof that it had been delivered 14 miles away on December 22. C’mon, Amazon. You can do better.

Ah, well. I’ll be moving onto buying from Barnes and Noble. They’re blue, unlike Amazon, so at least any political contributions that B&N gives will be going to Democrats. It only takes one moment, people, and you’ve lost me forever. Actually, it takes a series of dumb moves without explanations and no apologies and lies to lose me, and Amazon did that perfectly. Only one person at Amazon was apologetic, and he’s the the person who redeployed my order.

I can’t believe it, but it’s the day before Christmas Eve and the household’s Christmas shopping is not done. We need to head out tonight to finish it once and for all: there will not be any time tomorrow. I feel as if having Christmas fall on a weekend is inconvenient at best; I feel as if I have one less weekend to get everything. While I really just need to get two things and help my mother exchange a damaged present, it still feels like there’s a lot to do. When I go out tonight, I’m swinging by Meijer and buying some alcohol. Seriously, I need a drink.

Our tree is full, though. It’s ridiculous: We start off with the idea that we’re only going to get a few little things for the stockings and one big thing for our gift exchange buddy, but we end up with a ton of stuff under the tree because we just can’t restrain ourselves. I should take a picture and post it; it’s really quite a sight once again this year.

Oh, Christmas. Won’t you ever learn?