Monday, March 30, 2015

SOAPBOX RANT!!!

GAGA IS ON HER SOAPBOX, YELLING, STOMPING & RANTING!

When exactly did getting a newspaper paid for & delivered to the house turn into an unbelievably ludicrous ordeal? My 86 year old father moved to Roseville in late October. Reading the morning newspaper everyday is one of his primary activities. Before he even moved I signed him up for home delivery of the Sacramento Bee, the only local paper.

Initially, on October 20th, I asked them to start delivery on October 25th, the first day he would wake up in his new home. When I arrived for some preliminary work on October 22nd, there was the newspaper in the driveway. Good start, guys.....& it's gone downhill from there.

I went online (they want you to do EVERYTHING online these days - which is fine with me) & entered his contact & credit card info & signed him up for "auto pay" every 13 weeks. BUT a couple months later, he received a letter saying his account was past due. Damn it! I went back online, filled out all of the payment info AGAIN, submitted it & once again assumed that it was fixed when I received the confirmation screen. I did not heed the old "assume" adage - when you assume, it will make an ass out of u & me. My bad.

Another month or two of blissful ignorance goes by as my dad reads his morning newspaper. Now, fast forward to a few weeks ago. He received another letter telling him that his account was past due. For the third time I went online, entered & doubled checked all the payment info & authorizing payment.

Last week my dad showed me yet another FINAL NOTICE that his newspaper delivery would be stopped if his account was not paid. After several expletive filled tirades, I was fit to be tied. Can't anyone do anything right anymore? I certainly don't condone it but I can sure understand why people take guns to businesses & start firing!

The next day I called the newspaper & spoke to a young man who once again took the credit card info & signed him up for "auto pay". He had no explanation as to why it was not in their system. He assured me that it was all in order now & he apologized profusely for all the problems. I reported to my dad that it was supposedly now fixed - but added, don't hold your breath.

Three days later he didn't receive a paper. They called the automated phone line but no newspaper was delivered. The next morning no newspaper again. Now, I was full speed ahead ranting & called the newspaper AGAIN. The woman informed me that it had been cancelled due to lack of payment! What the fuck???? I was close to pulling my hair out but explained the entire situation again. She was very sorry & had no idea why it wasn't in their system & she assured me that it was now fixed. I asked her to please forgive me for not believing her since I've heard that before & asked to talk to a supervisor.

I waited 15 minutes on hold for the supervisor but at this point, I HAD to have my say. I gave her the Reader's Digest version of events & said they need to figure out what needs to be done to provide decent customer service. I added that if there was another choice of newspapers we would certainly try it.

She asked to explain what happened so I begrudgingly shut up & let her. She talked sooooooo s - l - o - w - l - y that I was ready to explode (& I'm sure my blood pressure was going up by the minute!) Her entire defense was that they give customers a 90 day grace period before canceling the newspaper & my dad's account hadn't been paid since December so his 90 days were up.

At that point, I was totally frustrated & forcefully said, "Let me interrupt you! I understand what you are saying. IF I had not paid for my dad's newspaper in 90 days, I would apologize profusely, thank you & say 'good-bye'. BUT I have entered the info online 3 times & called last week to give you the info again. So, please, just do me a favor, get your act (really meant shit) together & deliver my dad's newspaper. Good-bye."

BUT it wasn't over yet. Why am I not surprised? He received his paper for two days then this morning no newspaper. I called yet again & spoke to first a customer service rep & waited 20 minutes for another supervisor. Both of them kept apologizing every 30 seconds. I told both of them, "Stop apologizing! Your apologies mean nothing to me. JUST FIX IT!" I was AGAIN assured it would be fixed this time without another apology.

I have the supervisor's name & call sign plus the name of a manager who will receive a scathing letter regarding their maddening customer service. Would you believe that ALL of the managers were in a meeting & couldn't take my call? Right, neither did I. If my dad's credit card is not charged tomorrow morning, I will try stopping service in his name then starting it in my name. If that doesn't work, I'm contacting Call Kurtis, a local TV consumer problem solver! This WILL get fixed!

Don't mess with Gaga!!

Friday, March 20, 2015

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!

In just a few hours I will be 65 years old.....SIXTY-FIVE!!! I am still trying to wrap my brain around that fact. I'm not complaining, mind you, just trying to figure out how the hell it happened? It sure doesn't seem like I have been on this planet anywhere near that long.

I certainly don't feel even close to being a 65 year old but yet I am now eligible for every senior discount known to man. It was kind of fun to join AARP when I turned 50. The age of 55 brought the first phase of senior discounts...Woo Hoo! When I turned 60, then 62 more & more discounts were added. Now, there ain't no one telling me that I'm not eligible for any senior discount!  Virtually every restaurant, tour or attraction that offers a discount for old folks will be available to me!

Although there are many instances in which I have to act my age, such as taking care of my dad, solving problems or making sure life runs relatively smoothly, there are still times when I refuse to act like a grown up. For instance, I still wear my hair long & curly even if it is out of style for an old lady. I like to paint my fingernails crazy, bright colors & do one a different color. Just this morning I knocked a scab off my arm while at the store (why is it that you touch something at this age & are either bleeding or bruised?) & the only band-aid I had in my purse was a "Frozen" one. No one asked why a 65 year old woman was wearing an Elsa band-aid on her arm while shopping.

I love taking walks with my three year old granddaughter, Charley (that's why the "Frozen" band-aids). If she gets tired she just sits down in the driveway when it is time to rest & I join her. Examining wild flowers, throwing rocks in the creek or just laying flat on our bellies watching the water trickle by are amazingly fun activities. Even if my body creaks a little getting up & down, she certainly keeps me young at heart!

I find great solace in the fact that people often tell me I don't look anywhere near my age. Thank you all very much! My grandmother looked & acted "old" when she was 50. Geez, I just realized that it has been 15 years since I was 50....honestly, it doesn't seem possible that this much time has passed in my life. It just boggles my mind.

If there is one piece of advice I would offer to younger women it is to appreciate that you are beautiful & vibrant at whatever age you are now. Don't worry about a few pounds or messed up hair & make-up. I look back at photos from 30, 20 or even 15 years ago & think, "Shit, I looked damn good!" But I never thought that or believed it at the time. I'm trying to keep the mindset that I will look back at current photos when I'm 80 & think, "Damn, I did look pretty good for an old broad!"

With all of my father's medical issues these past 10 years, his move last year up near us & all the stress I've been under dealing with his life, I've neglected my own health & well being. Fortunately, he is improving & is making headway to get back to where he was two years ago. He will always need my help & a live-in caregiver but hopefully it will be minimal compared to the past few years.

So, with all that in mind I've decided to make a Birthday Resolution (kind of like a New Year's Resolution but on my birthday). I resolve to put me first & take better care of myself this coming year. I resolve to eat better, exercise more, lose some weight & drink less wine (well.....maybe). And I also resolve to not beat myself up if I don't always do a great job of it. :-)

Traveling is still a passion that I share with Lou & our list of places to visit just keeps getting longer. In fact, he is taking me to East Brother Lighthouse Bed & Breakfast in the middle of San Francisco Bay (accessible only by boat) tomorrow night for my birthday. Part of the adventure is the climb up a vertical ladder 4 - 12 feet (depending on the tide) from a bobbing boat while carrying your overnight bag. Look for photos & a trip report soon on my Travels Near & Far blog: www.kat-silver.blogspot.com.

Finally, I read a quote a few years back that I printed, framed & hung on the wall right above my computer. It reads:

                        "Don't regret growing older. It is a privilege denied to many."

I will do my best to embrace the remainder of my 60s & my 70s & my 80s & my 90s if I should be so lucky to reach them all. The wrinkles, jiggly skin & sagging boobs be damned! BRING IT ON!

Tuesday, March 3, 2015

HUSBAND SUPER STORE

Okay, I've been working on a blog post titled "The Minds of Men". It is being written with the utmost love in my heart for the men in my life as I try to make sense of the way they think. In all fairness, I decided that before I posted that story, I should give the men a little more insight into us women. 

This joke that I saved years ago sums it up pretty well. It always brings a chuckle to my lips each time I read it. Hey, we have to be able to laugh at ourselves if we are going to laugh at others, right? Here it goes.

HUSBAND SUPER STORE

Recently, a "Husband Super Store" opened where women could go to
choose a husband from among many men. It was laid out in five floors, with
the men increasing in positive attributes as you ascended.

The only rule was, once you opened the door to any floor, you HAD
to choose a man from that floor; if you went up a floor, you couldn't go
back down except to leave the building, never to return. A couple of girlfriends 
went to the Super Store to find some husbands......

FIRST FLOOR
The door had a sign saying, "These men have jobs and love kids."
The women read the sign and said, "Well, that's better than not having a job
or not loving kids, but I wonder what's further up?"

SECOND FLOOR
The sign read, "These men have high paying jobs, love kids, and
are extremely good looking." "Hmmm," said the ladies, "But I wonder
what's further up?"

THIRD FLOOR
The sign read, "These men have high paying jobs, love kids, are
extremely good looking and help with the housework." "Wow," said the women,
"Very Tempting." But there was yet another floor, so further up they went.

FOURTH FLOOR
This door had a sign saying, "These men have high paying jobs,
love kids, are extremely good looking, help with the housework and have a
strong romantic streak." "Oh, mercy me," they cried, "Just think what
must be awaiting us further on." So up to the fifth floor they went.


FIFTH FLOOR
The sign on that door said, "This floor is empty and exists only
to prove that women are fucking impossible to please. The exit is to your
left."