It sucks to be a grownup

The other day I ordered all kinds of yummy food seeds from three different places. Now, my inbox is besieged with notifications and assurances from the companies saying they have received my order, they are processing my order and one day, very soon, they will ship it. Ok, enough already. It’s only January, three feet deep in snow, subzero depths of winter, weather. No matter how much I want it to be, spring is not even a sunray in my future, yet.

I also ordered a battery for my MacBook from Apple. They too filled my inbox up with notices of my order status. I’ve been waiting everyday this week for it too show up.

Today, when I still had not seen even a glimmer of its shiny, white, plastic self I decided I needed to take action. Apple told me they shipped it with Purolator on January 6th. Purolators website was giving me incredulous looks whenever I tried to enter in my supposed shipping number so I gave them a call. While I was on hold I went back to Apple. Sure enough the phone number in my Apple account was a cell number belonging to an account I no longer have. By the time I had fixed that I was talking to someone at Purolator.

The battery is still there, in the lonely depot, waiting to be picked up. If I didn't live on the almost edge of civilization I would have gone there now, but I have to go to town tomorrow for a dentist appointment, so, for a bunch of boring grownup reasons, I'll wait.