Good enough should be good enough. (I also see this creeping into the job review process in academia, and it has caused me a lot of stress: we have post-tenure review now and it's not at all clear how "excellent" you have to be to dodge your status coming under review: I have no student complaints, high evaluations, have published a couple papers, have done everything required of me and then some, and I still worry it won't be enough because it's like we're on a conveyor belt to see how much MORE we can do every year)
That's why I won't fill out the surveys. My time is worth too much to me to spend it talking to 'corporate' about why the dealership wasn't "perfect." It's flipping grade inflation - the expectation is you rank it as "excellent" all the time or face the "punishment" of having to do more surveys.
Look, for my dealer, in my little town? The only way they could get an "excellent" from me is:
a. Have loaner cars (they don't, claiming it's for "insurance" reasons. So if your car is stuck there for a couple days and you have but one car, like me, you're on shank's mare or stuck begging friends for rides - we don't have Uber here and really don't have a taxi service. I did rent a car once - a hundred dollars or so - just to cope when mine was in the shop for a while because of a recall issue)
b. Have Saturday hours (they have late-in-the-day Tuesday and Thursday hours, but still: I don't want to go to the dealer at 5 pm after a day at work)
c. Have a nicer waiting room than they do, ideally a separate tv-free room for those of us who bring grading or something to work on while we're waiting.
My dealer is fine. If they were less than fine, I'd let them know. But I'm not going to claim they are "excellent" because my bar for "excellent" customer service is apparently higher than what they think it should be.
The car dealership one - how did she think/know they had nude photos? That's really weird. (That said: given that the story was published, I bet they lose a LOT of business. It was a dumb move on that manager's part. Couldn't they just have called the couple and tried to re-negotiate the thing about the seats, or maybe just eaten the cost?)
I think this is going to increasingly be an issue with the possibility of online reviews; I have also heard of restaurants wanting to sue people over bad Yelp! reviews.
(I get these surveys from my dealership when I have service done. I never fill them out because it's implied if I rate everything less than "excellent" they will sent an employee to sit on my lawn and cry until I change my ratings. My opinion is this: if I get acceptable service, no one hears. If I get outstanding service, I will tell them. If I get really poor service, I will tell them. I've never gotten poor or outstanding service...)
Mostly Nothing is on my docket after working too many weekends of late. I do have a personal project (making a Christmas present for someone) I am working on so I hope to get that mostly finished.
And I always feel less jet-lagged after the switch back to standard time than I do after the switch to daylight saving time. I'm sure it has to do with the hour of sleep.
And I am loving driving to work in the light. I don't care if it's dark as I'm coming home - there's just something so depressing about GOING to work before it is light out.
I know a couple people (not-celebrity people, I mean) who are talking about moving overseas. In one case one has close enough blood relatives that the country might actually permit that, in the other case I think it's highly questionable they'd be able to get citizenship.
Eh, meh. If I ever did a "leave in a huff" it would be doing something like buying a parcel of land WAAAAAAY out in the country, building a cabin, and trying to live off the land. I'd probably come back when I ran out of tp, though.
I really don't want to wind up having to be sure I have an up-to-date passport in order to visit my relatives on the East Coast. (I presume this is what you mean by "divorce.")
I know a year or so ago when people were talking "Texit" (Texas secession) I was cringing because *that's where I go to shop for groceries* and the logistics involved with crossing a border, paying customs (oh, I KNOW my state would charge me customs on anything I bought "over there"), etc. would be woeful.
I think we're just living in the Land of Unintended Consequences right now, and actually have been for a while. It's hard 'cos it makes the life of the ordinary person more complicated or harder....
Teach 'em empathy.. I had plenty of privilege growing up and I'm not a jerk. At least, I don't *think* I am....I suppose none of us ever know for sure.
I think being bullied in school helped me learn empathy. Maybe you arrange that for your sons? (Kidding, kidding.)
I think if you teach them to treat people as individuals rather than to see whatever group-membership first, that helps. Honestly, for me, growing up? Who was in elected office (I was born under Nixon, Carter is the first president I remember well) had far, far less influence on me than what my parents did day-to-day.
Maybe encourage your kids to disengage from the TV news? When I was a kid 24/7 news didn't exist; the first really big scary-sad news story I remember was from when I was 10. My parents consciously tried to shield us, and I think that was actually a solid choice.
Not a parent, just an obsolete kid who remembers all too well how awful some parts of kid-hood were. Having good parents who cared about me, and having other supportive adults (we belonged to a good church) made a big difference.
(I was super, super, super unpopular with my peers: I was an egghead who cried easily and wore the 'wrong' clothes. And was immature for my age - I still liked stuffed animals when the other girls had moved on to caring more about shoes and purses. I survived being unpopular because I felt like I had people rooting for me - my parents, my friends at church, my few same-aged friends)
I grew up in a snobby, closed-minded, racist-in-the-WASP-way rich town. My parents were not snobby or closed-minded people, (nor were they truly WASPs). They taught my brother and me to look at what a person does rather than what "group" he or she appears to belong to. They taught us to forgive and to give the benefit of the doubt.
A number of times when I was older, my mother bemoaned that she "taught us to be too nice" when one or the other of us got run over by one of the little bullies at our schools. I would argue that she taught us to be exactly nice enough.
There's also the old saying, "If you can't be a good example, you can be a terrible warning." Perhaps there's that. (And yeah. I think in certain ways I am the opposite of status-conscious because I saw the idiot posturing my classmates did over crap like Ocean Pacific shirts and Jordache jeans)
(I honestly can't believe that some of the stuff that came out of the guy's mouth, did.)
Yup. I made a good bit less than half that and I work lots of weekends even though I technically shouldn't "have" to. I work until the work is done. And I dealt with a pay cut (but no work cut) this spring.
Though it would well and truly suck to be a Secret Service agent this campaign season.
Exactly. We had House Rules Monopoly - no auctioning of "unwanted" properties, no loans, sometimes set a time limit and whoever had the most properties at the end of the time won.
Though to be honest, most of the time the game ended because someone got ticked off over something and flipped the board. Which maybe isn't too unlike real High Finance, now I think of it...
Not a board game per se, but I have happy memories of playing "Mille Bornes" ("Thousand Milestones") at my grandma's with my brother and assorted cousins. It was a card game that tried to mimic a rally-type road race - there were mileposts you could play, and hazards you could throw at your opponent ("Panne d'essence!" - the cards were in French and English). And there were "safety" cards, like having puncture-proof tires.
We were older than five, though.
We also played a lot of Sorry! and one of those games that had the Pop-o-Matic dice (Trouble, maybe?)
When we got older we played Clue, also, but that might be a bit morbid for real littles.
I am regretfully coming to the opinion that reality actually IS a computer simulation, and it's got infected with a virus and has become dangerously unstable. I half expect to walk out some morning and see that the sky has become the Blue Screen of Death.
sadly, I doubt any of us would survive a rebooting.
E4: "Go, Dog, Go" was one of my brother's favorite books as a child. I cannot decide whether the revelation on that website ruins it for me or not.
Sometimes a silly running gag is nothing more than a silly running gag....
E5: Oh yes, let's make everything a problem. That way, kids can learn early on that life is hard, life is unfair, and nothing enjoyable is good. Better to just put on that gray coverall and go work in sector 7-G doing whatever menial job you will do until you die.
From hearing older relatives talk, I am pretty sure gay stereotypes existed in the 1930s and v. likely earlier. After all, the phrase "confirmed bachelor," said with a wink and a nod, has been around a long time.
I'm a cheap wench, and I would not shell out for a "wifi enabled whatever" (a water heater? really? what does a water heater need to share with the world? All I can imagine is some jerk hacking it to shut it down some week in the dead of winter when I have a cold and just want hot showers).
I dunno, I figure these things are good for:
1. Ordering stuff you might not want (web enabled refrigerator - "oh, you're nearly out of eggs. Amazon Pantry will be by with a dozen in 2 hours"
2. Nagging you: "You buy too much ice cream" says the web-enabled freezer. And maybe shames you on Facebook
3. Letting other people know your daily routine and therefore lets hackers figure out how best to inconvenience you.
Yes, I am a Luddite, thanks for asking.
I had a programmable thermostat but a power outage and subsequent surge when it came back on blew its little mind. It was replaced with one that, while still electronic (and therefore, I figure, more prone to unexpectedly dying on me), at least isn't programmable and requires me to reset everything every time we have a flicker in the power supply.
Add me to the pile of "this is utterly unsurprising."
I'm pretty solidly middle-class (maybe even upper middle class, given the economically depressed area in which I live), and I spend money in ways outsiders would see as "foolish." But life is hard and life is short and if, for example, buying a reproduction of a toy I had as a child makes that life seem a little less hard, I'm gonna do it. Or buying a new dress I don't "need." Or buying books I might be able to check out of the library for free.
And the food thing, also: there's only so much broiled chicken and steamed vegetables a person can take, even if they were the cheapest food available.
I've never seen evidence that a deficit of pleasure is life-shortening, but I wouldn't be surprised if that were found to be a factor at some point.
Coconut seems to be a very polarizing foodstuff. Personally, I like it, but I have several friends who absolutely detest it. (And I know one person who is deathly allergic to it)
I dunno. I'm a single, live-alone woman, so I do all the housework, all the yardwork, the marketing, the cooking. I enjoy ONE of those (cooking). (Car stuff I outsource to a mechanic: it's cheaper to let someone else change my oil than deal with the disposal of used oil and the cleaning bill when I forget to change out of my work clothes before doing it).
So, I dunno. I admit I've longed for a guy in a more "artistic" or less hours-intensive career than mine who would be willing to pick up some of the housework, but maybe that turns out not to be the case? Or maybe I'd wind up doing MORE work..... last time my brother and his family were visiting our parents, my brother took off his socks and left them on the floor in front of the tv. I commented to my sister-in-law: "Does he do that at home?" Her response was: "Yeah, but I leave the socks there until he picks them up." The problem is I eventually hit a wall where I could not stand seeing those socks lying there and I would pick them up myself.....
I guess my feeling is, "Couples arguing over who does more of the housework, how cute while I am over here going, 'Okay, if I can get home by four pm, I can mow the lawn, and then maybe do the laundry, and the spaghetti sauce can cook while the laundry is going and I'm finishing the grading I didn't get done during the day'...."
H2: I understand the singular of "data" is not "anecdote," but:
I had terrible, terrible sinus problems as a child. There were maybe three weeks out of the entire year I was NOT stuffed up. Always had to carry tissues. Got lots of ear infections and sinus infections. My dentist advised my parents to get me orthodontia.
After that? I'm now to the point where I'm maybe stuffed up a week out of the year, and I don't have to carry tissues. I don't get more than one sinus infection per year, and usually fewer than that. And my current dentist has talked about a "sinus-tooth" link - I had terrible tooth pain with a sinus infection 2 years ago, I thought one of my teeth was failing, but his conclusion after examination was no, it was just my sinuses.
Granted, it COULD have just been "getting older and developing a better immune system" but I was 12, 13, and 14 when I had braces. Also, one of my uncles got braces as an adult on the advice of his ENT - apparently sometimes messed-up teeth can lead to messed-up sinuses, or so this guy hypothesized.
I have had several greeting cards I send out in the past few months go missing.
My assumption is someone somewhere along the line either isn't delivering the mail (we have seen cases of mail carriers just dumping it) or perhaps they're hoping there are gift cards/cash enclosed in the card and they're ripping it open to steal it.
I dunno. I don't trust the USPS any more. I did a trial, sending 11 cards out to friends using different modes (my mailbox, the slot at the PO, a blue box on the street). One of the "street box" cards never made it to their destination. And my dad's father's day card this year, and a card I sent to another friend.
I also once had my water bill go missing after I paid it; I would never have known except the city sent me, not a second notice, but a WE'RE CUTTING OFF YOUR WATER notice. I wasn't happy. (The city later noted: yeah, we noticed a lot of bills didn't get paid that month)
Meh, I've read that Chopin would throw chairs at piano students of his who made mistakes while playing his compositions. Enfants terribles are nothing so very new.
the problem is, quitting what doesn't bring me joy at this point won't keep me my job. I can't just say "fish submitting the monthly attendance reports we have to do" or "fish writing up my research for publication and then going through the agonizing round of reject-and-resubmit" because that's part of the deal.
I dunno. I'm really hoping I survive at least until retirement so I can say "fish all this" and go have some fun.
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On “Morning Ed: Law & Order {2016.11.14.M}”
this, exactly this.
"When everyone is super, no one will be."
Good enough should be good enough. (I also see this creeping into the job review process in academia, and it has caused me a lot of stress: we have post-tenure review now and it's not at all clear how "excellent" you have to be to dodge your status coming under review: I have no student complaints, high evaluations, have published a couple papers, have done everything required of me and then some, and I still worry it won't be enough because it's like we're on a conveyor belt to see how much MORE we can do every year)
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That's why I won't fill out the surveys. My time is worth too much to me to spend it talking to 'corporate' about why the dealership wasn't "perfect." It's flipping grade inflation - the expectation is you rank it as "excellent" all the time or face the "punishment" of having to do more surveys.
Look, for my dealer, in my little town? The only way they could get an "excellent" from me is:
a. Have loaner cars (they don't, claiming it's for "insurance" reasons. So if your car is stuck there for a couple days and you have but one car, like me, you're on shank's mare or stuck begging friends for rides - we don't have Uber here and really don't have a taxi service. I did rent a car once - a hundred dollars or so - just to cope when mine was in the shop for a while because of a recall issue)
b. Have Saturday hours (they have late-in-the-day Tuesday and Thursday hours, but still: I don't want to go to the dealer at 5 pm after a day at work)
c. Have a nicer waiting room than they do, ideally a separate tv-free room for those of us who bring grading or something to work on while we're waiting.
My dealer is fine. If they were less than fine, I'd let them know. But I'm not going to claim they are "excellent" because my bar for "excellent" customer service is apparently higher than what they think it should be.
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The car dealership one - how did she think/know they had nude photos? That's really weird. (That said: given that the story was published, I bet they lose a LOT of business. It was a dumb move on that manager's part. Couldn't they just have called the couple and tried to re-negotiate the thing about the seats, or maybe just eaten the cost?)
I think this is going to increasingly be an issue with the possibility of online reviews; I have also heard of restaurants wanting to sue people over bad Yelp! reviews.
(I get these surveys from my dealership when I have service done. I never fill them out because it's implied if I rate everything less than "excellent" they will sent an employee to sit on my lawn and cry until I change my ratings. My opinion is this: if I get acceptable service, no one hears. If I get outstanding service, I will tell them. If I get really poor service, I will tell them. I've never gotten poor or outstanding service...)
On “Weekend!”
Mostly Nothing is on my docket after working too many weekends of late. I do have a personal project (making a Christmas present for someone) I am working on so I hope to get that mostly finished.
And I always feel less jet-lagged after the switch back to standard time than I do after the switch to daylight saving time. I'm sure it has to do with the hour of sleep.
And I am loving driving to work in the light. I don't care if it's dark as I'm coming home - there's just something so depressing about GOING to work before it is light out.
On “Still Life of The Author in this New America”
I know a couple people (not-celebrity people, I mean) who are talking about moving overseas. In one case one has close enough blood relatives that the country might actually permit that, in the other case I think it's highly questionable they'd be able to get citizenship.
Eh, meh. If I ever did a "leave in a huff" it would be doing something like buying a parcel of land WAAAAAAY out in the country, building a cabin, and trying to live off the land. I'd probably come back when I ran out of tp, though.
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I really don't want to wind up having to be sure I have an up-to-date passport in order to visit my relatives on the East Coast. (I presume this is what you mean by "divorce.")
I know a year or so ago when people were talking "Texit" (Texas secession) I was cringing because *that's where I go to shop for groceries* and the logistics involved with crossing a border, paying customs (oh, I KNOW my state would charge me customs on anything I bought "over there"), etc. would be woeful.
I think we're just living in the Land of Unintended Consequences right now, and actually have been for a while. It's hard 'cos it makes the life of the ordinary person more complicated or harder....
On “So. That Happened.”
Teach 'em empathy.. I had plenty of privilege growing up and I'm not a jerk. At least, I don't *think* I am....I suppose none of us ever know for sure.
I think being bullied in school helped me learn empathy. Maybe you arrange that for your sons? (Kidding, kidding.)
I think if you teach them to treat people as individuals rather than to see whatever group-membership first, that helps. Honestly, for me, growing up? Who was in elected office (I was born under Nixon, Carter is the first president I remember well) had far, far less influence on me than what my parents did day-to-day.
Maybe encourage your kids to disengage from the TV news? When I was a kid 24/7 news didn't exist; the first really big scary-sad news story I remember was from when I was 10. My parents consciously tried to shield us, and I think that was actually a solid choice.
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@Kazzy
Not a parent, just an obsolete kid who remembers all too well how awful some parts of kid-hood were. Having good parents who cared about me, and having other supportive adults (we belonged to a good church) made a big difference.
(I was super, super, super unpopular with my peers: I was an egghead who cried easily and wore the 'wrong' clothes. And was immature for my age - I still liked stuffed animals when the other girls had moved on to caring more about shoes and purses. I survived being unpopular because I felt like I had people rooting for me - my parents, my friends at church, my few same-aged friends)
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Good parenting can do a lot.
I grew up in a snobby, closed-minded, racist-in-the-WASP-way rich town. My parents were not snobby or closed-minded people, (nor were they truly WASPs). They taught my brother and me to look at what a person does rather than what "group" he or she appears to belong to. They taught us to forgive and to give the benefit of the doubt.
A number of times when I was older, my mother bemoaned that she "taught us to be too nice" when one or the other of us got run over by one of the little bullies at our schools. I would argue that she taught us to be exactly nice enough.
There's also the old saying, "If you can't be a good example, you can be a terrible warning." Perhaps there's that. (And yeah. I think in certain ways I am the opposite of status-conscious because I saw the idiot posturing my classmates did over crap like Ocean Pacific shirts and Jordache jeans)
(I honestly can't believe that some of the stuff that came out of the guy's mouth, did.)
On “Linky First Tuesday After The First Monday Of November”
Yup. I made a good bit less than half that and I work lots of weekends even though I technically shouldn't "have" to. I work until the work is done. And I dealt with a pay cut (but no work cut) this spring.
Though it would well and truly suck to be a Secret Service agent this campaign season.
On “Saturday!”
Exactly. We had House Rules Monopoly - no auctioning of "unwanted" properties, no loans, sometimes set a time limit and whoever had the most properties at the end of the time won.
Though to be honest, most of the time the game ended because someone got ticked off over something and flipped the board. Which maybe isn't too unlike real High Finance, now I think of it...
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Not a board game per se, but I have happy memories of playing "Mille Bornes" ("Thousand Milestones") at my grandma's with my brother and assorted cousins. It was a card game that tried to mimic a rally-type road race - there were mileposts you could play, and hazards you could throw at your opponent ("Panne d'essence!" - the cards were in French and English). And there were "safety" cards, like having puncture-proof tires.
We were older than five, though.
We also played a lot of Sorry! and one of those games that had the Pop-o-Matic dice (Trouble, maybe?)
When we got older we played Clue, also, but that might be a bit morbid for real littles.
On “Linky Friday #191: The End Is Nigh”
I am regretfully coming to the opinion that reality actually IS a computer simulation, and it's got infected with a virus and has become dangerously unstable. I half expect to walk out some morning and see that the sky has become the Blue Screen of Death.
sadly, I doubt any of us would survive a rebooting.
"
E4: "Go, Dog, Go" was one of my brother's favorite books as a child. I cannot decide whether the revelation on that website ruins it for me or not.
Sometimes a silly running gag is nothing more than a silly running gag....
E5: Oh yes, let's make everything a problem. That way, kids can learn early on that life is hard, life is unfair, and nothing enjoyable is good. Better to just put on that gray coverall and go work in sector 7-G doing whatever menial job you will do until you die.
On “Eight Awesome 19th Century Advertisements”
From hearing older relatives talk, I am pretty sure gay stereotypes existed in the 1930s and v. likely earlier. After all, the phrase "confirmed bachelor," said with a wink and a nod, has been around a long time.
On “Morning Ed: Crime {2016.11.02.W}”
I'm a cheap wench, and I would not shell out for a "wifi enabled whatever" (a water heater? really? what does a water heater need to share with the world? All I can imagine is some jerk hacking it to shut it down some week in the dead of winter when I have a cold and just want hot showers).
I dunno, I figure these things are good for:
1. Ordering stuff you might not want (web enabled refrigerator - "oh, you're nearly out of eggs. Amazon Pantry will be by with a dozen in 2 hours"
2. Nagging you: "You buy too much ice cream" says the web-enabled freezer. And maybe shames you on Facebook
3. Letting other people know your daily routine and therefore lets hackers figure out how best to inconvenience you.
Yes, I am a Luddite, thanks for asking.
I had a programmable thermostat but a power outage and subsequent surge when it came back on blew its little mind. It was replaced with one that, while still electronic (and therefore, I figure, more prone to unexpectedly dying on me), at least isn't programmable and requires me to reset everything every time we have a flicker in the power supply.
On “Naimil Shah: Why poor people buy TVs”
Add me to the pile of "this is utterly unsurprising."
I'm pretty solidly middle-class (maybe even upper middle class, given the economically depressed area in which I live), and I spend money in ways outsiders would see as "foolish." But life is hard and life is short and if, for example, buying a reproduction of a toy I had as a child makes that life seem a little less hard, I'm gonna do it. Or buying a new dress I don't "need." Or buying books I might be able to check out of the library for free.
And the food thing, also: there's only so much broiled chicken and steamed vegetables a person can take, even if they were the cheapest food available.
I've never seen evidence that a deficit of pleasure is life-shortening, but I wouldn't be surprised if that were found to be a factor at some point.
On “YouTube: Coconut Crunchos Cereal”
Coconut seems to be a very polarizing foodstuff. Personally, I like it, but I have several friends who absolutely detest it. (And I know one person who is deathly allergic to it)
On “Linky Friday #190: Health & Enlightenment”
I dunno. I'm a single, live-alone woman, so I do all the housework, all the yardwork, the marketing, the cooking. I enjoy ONE of those (cooking). (Car stuff I outsource to a mechanic: it's cheaper to let someone else change my oil than deal with the disposal of used oil and the cleaning bill when I forget to change out of my work clothes before doing it).
So, I dunno. I admit I've longed for a guy in a more "artistic" or less hours-intensive career than mine who would be willing to pick up some of the housework, but maybe that turns out not to be the case? Or maybe I'd wind up doing MORE work..... last time my brother and his family were visiting our parents, my brother took off his socks and left them on the floor in front of the tv. I commented to my sister-in-law: "Does he do that at home?" Her response was: "Yeah, but I leave the socks there until he picks them up." The problem is I eventually hit a wall where I could not stand seeing those socks lying there and I would pick them up myself.....
I guess my feeling is, "Couples arguing over who does more of the housework, how cute while I am over here going, 'Okay, if I can get home by four pm, I can mow the lawn, and then maybe do the laundry, and the spaghetti sauce can cook while the laundry is going and I'm finishing the grading I didn't get done during the day'...."
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oh great, something else to worry about....
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H2: I understand the singular of "data" is not "anecdote," but:
I had terrible, terrible sinus problems as a child. There were maybe three weeks out of the entire year I was NOT stuffed up. Always had to carry tissues. Got lots of ear infections and sinus infections. My dentist advised my parents to get me orthodontia.
After that? I'm now to the point where I'm maybe stuffed up a week out of the year, and I don't have to carry tissues. I don't get more than one sinus infection per year, and usually fewer than that. And my current dentist has talked about a "sinus-tooth" link - I had terrible tooth pain with a sinus infection 2 years ago, I thought one of my teeth was failing, but his conclusion after examination was no, it was just my sinuses.
Granted, it COULD have just been "getting older and developing a better immune system" but I was 12, 13, and 14 when I had braces. Also, one of my uncles got braces as an adult on the advice of his ENT - apparently sometimes messed-up teeth can lead to messed-up sinuses, or so this guy hypothesized.
On “Morning Ed: Society {2016.10.25.T}”
I have had several greeting cards I send out in the past few months go missing.
My assumption is someone somewhere along the line either isn't delivering the mail (we have seen cases of mail carriers just dumping it) or perhaps they're hoping there are gift cards/cash enclosed in the card and they're ripping it open to steal it.
I dunno. I don't trust the USPS any more. I did a trial, sending 11 cards out to friends using different modes (my mailbox, the slot at the PO, a blue box on the street). One of the "street box" cards never made it to their destination. And my dad's father's day card this year, and a card I sent to another friend.
I also once had my water bill go missing after I paid it; I would never have known except the city sent me, not a second notice, but a WE'RE CUTTING OFF YOUR WATER notice. I wasn't happy. (The city later noted: yeah, we noticed a lot of bills didn't get paid that month)
On “Have Millennials Really Been Screwed Over by Baby Boomers?”
Meh, I've read that Chopin would throw chairs at piano students of his who made mistakes while playing his compositions. Enfants terribles are nothing so very new.
On “Morning Ed: Society {2016.10.25.T}”
Here's hoping Amazon has some incentive to improve it.
(I hate SmartPost. When I see that something's being sent to me via Smartpost, I mentally add about five days on to the predicted delivery window)
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the problem is, quitting what doesn't bring me joy at this point won't keep me my job. I can't just say "fish submitting the monthly attendance reports we have to do" or "fish writing up my research for publication and then going through the agonizing round of reject-and-resubmit" because that's part of the deal.
I dunno. I'm really hoping I survive at least until retirement so I can say "fish all this" and go have some fun.
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