Looking for the stupid phone!

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I looked upstairs, in my pants... the cargo pocket on my right side is usually where it would be.  Then, down by my bed.  I looked through bed.  I toss it there, when going to bed.  Then, usually, hook it to the charger there and then.  Nope.  Bathroom?  Sometimes, when I am in there, if I have it in hand, and don't have pockets, I set it in the top drawer.  Nope!

My health watch has a way to connect with it.  So I tried that.  No, said it wasn't connected?  Should have been.  Was yesterday?  Annoying.  I was about to text my friend, ask him to check the truck tonight.  Then I started thinking back.  What was I wearing last night?

Pants, but I checked those thoroughly.  A muscle shirt, but under a thermal jacket?  Ah, where... I was all but sitting on it.  Ugh.  Finally, found.  And, yes, it was zippered in the pocket.  So... why didn't the watch connect?  Stupid things!

Why the phone?  Other than general purposes?  There is an order, from Home Depot, that hasn't shown.  Or... the majority of an order.  I received four of ten large bags of cowboy type charcoal.  But the rest seems to be lost in translation.  Sixty percent of the order has not arrived.  They sent me emails, saying the fourth, then the fifth, and every day through the eleventh.  It was supposed to arrive the eleventh.  What day is it?  Right?  Right.

So I called.  But the store.  Trying to talk to the national, I keep getting some apathetic black who can't even keep the story straight, and has no interest in helping.  Was she stoned?  Intellectually compromised?  Semi-retarded... or full?  She wasn't helping me, wasn't capable.  So, I talked to someone who might.

And, she was on it.  Took a note or too, grabbed my number, and went hunting.  She called back within fifteen minutes.  Probably more like five.  Marsha?  Martha?  Pleasant woman to work with.  And, the next box is, say, seventy pounds?  It sounds like they put the rest of the bags in one box.  Which must me HUGE.  The boxes with just two per?  Were 3 1/2 foot square, four feet?  Huge.  So, a box that can handle six of those bags of charcoal?  Someone... didn't do well with planning.  Not much can even get that size of a package into a home-delivery van/truck.  Crazy.  Still, that's... not my problem.

Good to know it is on it's way, or... something.  But, I know that can't be delivered, as is.  They really need to rebox that.  But, yes, I know there is a package out there.  That it is in some sort of queue.  And have some idea of what is going on.  But, when, if, etc?  Not my problem, now, unless it becomes my problem again.  Ugh.

Coffee?  More coffee.  Back to gaming.  And... then... dishes, in a bit?  A shower, then dishes.  Then, maybe, a load of laundry?  Maybe.  Ugh.  Later.