An Izzie Tizzy
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izmeinaI'm just about to hit the hay and curl up in the serpent sack. But first I had a quick peek at today's stash
There's wise advice that warns - never go to the supermarket when hungry.
I could also add
Never look at cook books either.
Even at only $2 or $3 each, it still adds up.
One is a gorgeous book on baking bread and I have both flour and yeast in the house. So no excuses.
So I ran out of Escitalopram pills on Thursday. Normally I'm organised enough to have the new stash at least 3 days in advance.
But this time I didn't.
At some point I had planned to take a winter break. As an experiment of sorts.
So since I never even left the Lair on the cold rainy Friday, I figured - this is the perfect opportunity.
I started taking them in early April which coincided with the end of the heatwaves and being able to do a lot more walking.
So it was hard to sort out cause & effect.
This time it all went well until Tuesday.
Not only were there red blobs all over the assignments from that online course but some of the objection to my answers were beyond ridiculous.
A hypothetical about being passed over for a promotion due to being 'chronologically well endowed" with the question being if the manager's behaviour was legal got marked as unsatisfactory.
I said in my answer that it was illegal according to some Age Discrimination Act 2008 or whoever and was marked wrong.
The assessor had commented "This is a Yes or No question."
He did that to 3 of my answers.
Never mind that when you start to type an answer, a box appears after the first word "Answer too short. Must be a minimum of 2 words"
But even worse was in store. Every time I went through with new answers and then got to the end, it would not let me submit the new work.
Several hours later, still no luck. Same with the stuff I had to upload for the bright shiny new WorkFarce website
Flash back to April when I spent nearly 6 hours online trying to get a new Unique Student Identity number.
After ages jumping through hoops on the USI site to recover the old one, the online course crowd claimed it was not valid.
Every attempt to create a new one was denied as I already have an existing one!
Catch 22
In the end I had to ring some human to get it all sorted.
So when I was asked for this number again and I could find no trace of it in my emails or even on the online course account details, it brought back all those awful memories.
Of course, all attempts at recovery using email or phone number were rejected.
So now I had a war with the corporate clowns on 2 fronts.
At 2am I finally gave up
Next day I had my 4th COVID Vax. This time it was Moderna.
So once again my medication experiment has been totally ruined.
Losing such a big deposit from my sleep bank would already be a big red flag even without the even worse reason for doing so.
Dealing with govt Kafka Bots is automatically worth 666 Dementor points.
I got my new packet of pills last Saturday so now all I have to do is to decide when to pull the plug.
Also my Fairy Godmother died 2 weeks ago so I'm still upset about that.
I've gone back to doing basic stories on Duolingo. That's how brain dead I am.
I did plant lots of leaf babies. Buds and orange blossoms are already appearing. So when it stops raining I can sit in the garden again.
That's definitely a huge mood booster.
I have also taken to wearing earplugs a lot of the time now that I've gotten super sensitive to noise.
I only went on the pills due to desperation since CBT was no longer working.
Rationally, I have nothing at all to be anxious about. No electricity bills, no landlords or Bank Goblins. No night terrors around the first Tuesday of the month. Not even any rug rats or Grinches to worry about.
And a house full of cheese and books.
But since when does the subconscious ever listen to reason?
There's wise advice that warns - never go to the supermarket when hungry.
I could also add
Never look at cook books either.
Even at only $2 or $3 each, it still adds up.
One is a gorgeous book on baking bread and I have both flour and yeast in the house. So no excuses.
So I ran out of Escitalopram pills on Thursday. Normally I'm organised enough to have the new stash at least 3 days in advance.
But this time I didn't.
At some point I had planned to take a winter break. As an experiment of sorts.
So since I never even left the Lair on the cold rainy Friday, I figured - this is the perfect opportunity.
I started taking them in early April which coincided with the end of the heatwaves and being able to do a lot more walking.
So it was hard to sort out cause & effect.
This time it all went well until Tuesday.
Not only were there red blobs all over the assignments from that online course but some of the objection to my answers were beyond ridiculous.
A hypothetical about being passed over for a promotion due to being 'chronologically well endowed" with the question being if the manager's behaviour was legal got marked as unsatisfactory.
I said in my answer that it was illegal according to some Age Discrimination Act 2008 or whoever and was marked wrong.
The assessor had commented "This is a Yes or No question."
He did that to 3 of my answers.
Never mind that when you start to type an answer, a box appears after the first word "Answer too short. Must be a minimum of 2 words"
But even worse was in store. Every time I went through with new answers and then got to the end, it would not let me submit the new work.
Several hours later, still no luck. Same with the stuff I had to upload for the bright shiny new WorkFarce website
Flash back to April when I spent nearly 6 hours online trying to get a new Unique Student Identity number.
After ages jumping through hoops on the USI site to recover the old one, the online course crowd claimed it was not valid.
Every attempt to create a new one was denied as I already have an existing one!
Catch 22
In the end I had to ring some human to get it all sorted.
So when I was asked for this number again and I could find no trace of it in my emails or even on the online course account details, it brought back all those awful memories.
Of course, all attempts at recovery using email or phone number were rejected.
So now I had a war with the corporate clowns on 2 fronts.
At 2am I finally gave up
Next day I had my 4th COVID Vax. This time it was Moderna.
So once again my medication experiment has been totally ruined.
Losing such a big deposit from my sleep bank would already be a big red flag even without the even worse reason for doing so.
Dealing with govt Kafka Bots is automatically worth 666 Dementor points.
I got my new packet of pills last Saturday so now all I have to do is to decide when to pull the plug.
Also my Fairy Godmother died 2 weeks ago so I'm still upset about that.
I've gone back to doing basic stories on Duolingo. That's how brain dead I am.
I did plant lots of leaf babies. Buds and orange blossoms are already appearing. So when it stops raining I can sit in the garden again.
That's definitely a huge mood booster.
I have also taken to wearing earplugs a lot of the time now that I've gotten super sensitive to noise.
I only went on the pills due to desperation since CBT was no longer working.
Rationally, I have nothing at all to be anxious about. No electricity bills, no landlords or Bank Goblins. No night terrors around the first Tuesday of the month. Not even any rug rats or Grinches to worry about.
And a house full of cheese and books.
But since when does the subconscious ever listen to reason?
