So… I went to Macy’s this morning with my receipt and the gift card.  I just happened to get there just as they were opening. I gave the woman at the counter the receipt and card, saying that I wanted a refund. She started to do it and then said she needed my Macy’s card to put it back on.  I said I didn’t have a Macy’s card for it to go on.  She went away and came back with another woman who looked at the receipt and said it could only be refunded within 3 days.  So, I said that I wanted the refund and that nobody said that it had a 3 day limit.  She gave me the card and said, “Thank you and have a good day.”  I came home today and called corporate and found that my cousin had also called corporate about it.  I told the woman that I was not going to let it go because of the principle of it.  I was going to the newspapers and the tv stations and if I had to, I was filing a small claims court case and they could pay me the $40 AND the court costs.  All they had to do was give me the $40 and I would never be in their store again.  But, I WAS going to get my $40.

She connected me to another woman who had already talked to my cousin and had called the store manager. They made arrangements for me to go back to the store to get the $40.  When I went in, they asked for the card and the receipt and she handed me $40 cash.

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OK….. I’m livid at the moment and still need to vent.  For Christmas, I gave my mother a Macy’s gift card. She went today with my brother and nephew to pick out what she wanted at the Steubenville, Ohio store. When I got back from working this evening, she called me — crying — on her way home.  She said the people there treated her badly and the security guard scared her and threw her out of the store. She said it made her head hurt.  (She has high blood pressure.)  After she arrived back, I found that my brother and nephew were with her. 

She couldn’t find what she was looking for and asked for help after more than an hour in the store.  There was one woman on the checkout and when she asked her for help after not being able to find anyone; the woman started to help but then said she couldn’t because she was the only one on the checkout.  Someone told her she have to wait at least another 20 minutes.   My mother requested the money from the card so she could go get something somewhere else. They would not do that and said she needed the receipt.  She went to complain to the manager.  They told her to go upstairs to customer service and then told her there wasn’t a customer service when she went upstairs. She finally got to talk to manager who told her that she wasn’t going to give her a refund. Mother told her to give her back the card and she would go somewhere else; when the supposed manager took an attitude and smarted off to her. At this point, my brother (partially disabled from an injury) took the card from her hand and told her not to speak to his 82 year old mother like that. As they were leaving, she called security on them.  Downstairs, they asked if there was an office that they could talk to someone and the security guard stepped up into her face and told her, “You talked to the manager, now leave the store!” It startled her… and my brother stepped in between them. I called (before they were home) to talk to someone and a woman who said she was a manager, but not the store manager, answered. I told her that the security guard was lucky I wasn’t there at the moment because we’d see if he wanted to try to bully someone his own size that isn’t afraid of him since he likes to bully 82 year old women.

I am still angry and plan to take it up with corporate tomorrow.

And, I will get the refund.  Even if I have to get it along with court awarded attorney’s fees.  It’s the principle of it and I will not let it go.

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I dreamed that I was in Pittsburgh and was walking to get to a location so I could get home.  I don’t know if I was walking to my car or walking home; but it was a long way.  The walkway I was on went through buildings, on top of buildings, and was itself a long bridge in places — as if it was a walkway in the air for miles. 

In one part, I was talking to two young women — one american and one japanese.  They both seemed nice and both were pretty.  But, the american was really attractive to me.  As I was talking to them, I was thinking about asking her out. At one point, I was sitting in a seat as if I was in a large classroom or auditorium.  I was trying to figure out where I needed to go to get to my destination and was lost for directions.   I saw her walk in and motioned to her to come sit next to me and she/they did.  But, as I was talking to them, she changed to a man.  So, then I was confused.  We were walking some more and as we did, she changed back to a woman. Then, I was so confused that I thought possibly something was wrong with me and I asked questions of them to determine who they really were.  I started with the Japanese woman. “You’re a woman, right?  And you are Asian, probably Japanese.” Then to the other woman when I finished her questions.  “You’re a woman. You have blue eyes, brown hair…” and she was affirming and helping me with the answers. Then, she said it was her turn and she asked me questions and her questions included whether I liked her and was going to ask her out. It was really weird.  I knew that I was in college and was also in a hospital in part of the dream, also.

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Last night, I dreamed that I started to walk out the door and Sable was laying down by the door waiting to be let in. I let her in, even though I thought that it was impossible for her to be here because I knew she was dead.

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OK…. so…. the tree needs finished…. and I feel like a man with a body under siege.  There are invisible Lilliputians  attacking me from bottom to top.  I have a foot that won’t stop spasming/curling.  My aforementioned back problem has become 2 back problems.  The back problem in the top of my back has caused a problem with my left shoulder near where the shoulder joins the back.  My costal cartilage in my chest is pulled out again. 

And to top it all off….  just inside my nostril near the very tip of my nose… where your nose is especially sensitive… there’s a humongous alien incubating.

But, the cold is almost gone.  So, I guess things are looking up.

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This is one of the reasons that I thought Nick Lachey’s choir deserved to win more than the others did.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tDZAQ-W31jo

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The last few days, I’ve been having back problems again. They’ve been creeping up on me.  A few days ago, my legs gave out on me again because of sharp pains in my back.  It was settling down a little until this evening. 

Today, I had to deliver and assemble a computer system which included a new “all in one” laser printer.  When it was delivered, they sent 2 people on the  UPS truck to lift it. They said it was 85 lbs.  It was a big, awkward, cumbersome box. I got it into the car by myself today and got it out of the car and into the client’s garage. I decided it would be easier to unpack it and make the size more manageable.  So, I unpacked it.  By that time, the client came back and she helped me carry it to the basement. 

I got home late tonight and went to get my tea out of the refrigerator and instantly went down on my knees.  And I couldn’t get up.  So, I was on my knees with the door standing open… trying to get into position to get back up. After awhile, I finally managed to get up.  I’ve taken it easy the last couple of hours, hoping to get it to settle down. It probably would be worse, but I had stopped after leaving the client’s home, to get some advil because I was getting a killer headache.

I have lots to do tomorrow, including a 2 hour one way drive to a courthouse to work. Sigh.

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Something has upset the balance of the universe. Things are not right.  There is a rift in the space-time continuum.  Why?  Because a tv show in which “America votes” went exactly in line with my choices; my likes and dislikes. America voted the “Clash of the Choirs” perfectly.

I’ve been watching it because it looked interesting. It was where 5 stars of music, like Michael Bolton and Nick Lachey, went to their home towns and picked held auditions to put together a choir and train them for charity.

There were some really good performances in it.

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My mother had an appointment with Sharyn yesterday.  About the time she was there, I was talking to my brother and I joked, “Do you figure mom and Sharyn are rolling around on the floor of the salon?”  He said, “You know, I thought that but wasn’t going to bring it up.”  So, I said, “Sharyn has a black belt.  Do you think that will matter?” 

I mean, someone with a black belt against age and treachery and  80+ years of stubbornness cultivated by adversity.  But, then again…. mom has more hair to pull…..  It would be a hard call and might make a good pay per view.

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