Is the Customer always right ??

We have a store down the street whose motto is The customer is always right. It is called Stew Leonard's (http://www.stewleonards.com/) In fact they have a three ton granite rock in front of the store that says "Rule #1 -- The Customer is Always Right"; Rule #2 - If the Customer is Ever Wrong, Re-Read Rule #1."

But lately when I go in there I wonder if it is true anymore. Today I went in and I had two crates of clementines. I asked the bagger to put the crates in a bag because it was easier to carry them. She had put her sticker on that showed that it had been paid for so she said no. I guess to her it is either sticker or bag. Well, I got my own bags and put them in and she said "You have your way and I have my way." So I said is that your new motto because if you look at that sticker you are putting on paid items it says " THE CUSTOMER IS ALWAYS RIGHT"

But she was clueless.. Stew, I think you need to have your employees read your rock.

Xoron

Xoron is trying to come back. No one knows where Xoron comes from but he likes to make my life miserable. The doctors love to give me drugs that make me loopy when Xoron shows his face. I guess I will be seeing the UPS guy and the Postman more. They just love me. I did notice they are both on vacation now. or it might be injury time off due to all the heavy boxes they had to carry a mile up my driveway.
Stay tuned...

Christmas Is Over

Norah and I had a really nice Christmas. We went over to my friend Ann's who lives in Katonah.
Christmas eve we had a delicious dinner. We had roast beef and the neighbors brought over some pasta. I went to Stews and picked up a couple of desserts.
All in all it was great.

Then Norah and I spent the night and had Christmas with Ann and Morgan. It was very nice. Nice and relaxing. I think we have set another tradition.

You wonder how traditions get started. I guess when people started dying in your family things do change. My sister died last year and she always came to my house for Christmas. Now that Milo died, Morgan's family is smaller so now Norah and I become part of his Christmas family.

It seems that everyone was knitting this year. Ann made me a beautiful hat and scarf. I love it. She did it on a knitting circle. It really is cool.
Norah knitted me a beautiful hat with a bow like a flapper on it. And a scarf that sparkles.

Four Days to Christmas

I think I am finished my Christmas shopping. But how would I know? I don't have a Christmas list. I don't even have a mental list.

Now I am waiting for the sales. Used to be that you went to the 34th St Macy's the day after Christmas for all the sales. I never did that because I can't stand crowds.

Now that we have the Internet the sales come to me. No people just me and my computer. This should be a fun year !!

A Quiet Day

It is Sunday and I am so glad. No UPS guy and no mailman. No Fedex guy. Oh What a relief!!!

The UPS guy

It is no secret that I have a crush on the UPS guy. One Christmas I wrote in his Christmas card that I loved him in his shorts. Well, I think he was frightened by this and he avoided me. I would only get a glimpse of the bottom of his shoes as he dropped off a package and ran to his truck.

Since I got the shopping disease I have been seeing him alot. I even have to sign for packages so he has to talk to me.
Lately he has been leaving me love notes on my packages. "Where are you? I was here. Jim" and yesterday I was trying to hide and I saw him peeking through the glass on the door. I told him to go away but he just laughed and said, "You ordered this stuff"

Of course, my UPS guy, Jim, is right. I am just afraid they will find my body in the Spring covered in boxes. But maybe Jim will find me. That would be nice.

The Strike is on

Strikes are not fun in the winter. It is just too cold.

I remember when there was strike when I was in High School. It was great. My girlfriend and I took the PATH train from the village up to 34th st and then we walked to 54th ST to our school. We took our time and made it in time for Art. I think we stopped a number of times for breakfast. We were hungry teenagers.

A lot of kids lived in Queens and Brooklyn so they didn't show up for the whole strike and as I remember it was quite a while.

I don't know how my daughter will get to work. I wonder if she will take the PATH

Norah took a taxi. I should have known since she always took a cab when she ran away as a chid.

Doctors

I went to the doctors yesterday. I had to go to Yale-New Haven.
I knew nothing would happen. No one really knows what is going on.
I feel like I am an experiment for them. They try different drugs and use the wait and see system.
I did get some more pain patches. At this point that is all I want and to get through Christmas without going to the hospital.

Last year I went into the hospital the day after Christmas. This year I am hoping to get through New Years. Knock on wood.

Milo died this morning

Milo was the person who everyone liked to talk about. He could be the sweetest guy so you could never hate him but you were always pissed at him.

When he heard he might have to have a liver he called his ex wife and asked her if she would married him again because he wanted to be on her health insurance.

Milo never wanted to grew up so it is fitting that he died young.

My heart goes out to Morgan.

Boxes are taking over

Today I met the mailman on the way out to get some food. He had had backed up his truck and was starting to upload. Oh my..lots of packages. I told Victor, my mailman, that I didn't want any more packges. I can't take it anymore.

He told me that more than half the packages in his truck were mine. That is so sad.

When will it stop??

What is wrong with Ebay?

Or maybe it is me. I have been buying all this junk and I have been using Paypal to pay.
Well, come to find out that after I pay it isn’t updating the item to say it has been paid. So I look at it and I think “Oh what an idiot! I didn’t pay that person.” It seems I did that four times to someone. So now I am giving money away. I am buying junk and giving money away. This is just wonderful.

Now I have to write everything down because I can't trust the program. What fun is that??! I want instant fun.

I am now buying cowboy boots. I found some great high heel pink ones.

Did you watch the Today show this morning? They were talking about a study they did on how shopping makes you happy. Ha

Shop until you drop

I could never understand how people could love shopping. Why do millions of people go downtown on Saturday to shop? It seems like there would be a lot of other things that would be more fun.

When I was a kid I had to go shopping for my mother. I grew up in Greenwich Village when there were still specialty stores. There was Murrays for cheese, Zito’s for bread and Costas for other groceries. To me shopping was a chore so when I got older that was the last thing I wanted to do on a Saturday.

I have friends that live to shop. Every Saturday they are downtown looking for that bargain. They have a fist for of coupons that saves them a penny here and there. They love to tell me how much they saved. I hate to tell them that I saved the most by not buying anything.

Now that I have the shopping disease I wonder if I will go through the fliers in the paper looking for a bargain and then driving an hour out of my way to get it. Luckily I can’t drive right now so we won’t find out for a while. Hopefully I will be cured by then.

I do love going to Ikea but not for the shopping. I love the food. They have breakfast for 99 cents. Is that great? Scrambled eggs and home fries and toast…great stuff!
I would go there everyday if it wasn’t 50 minutes away and gas wasn’t so expensive. Sort of defeats the purpose. But going to Ikea is an experience and it is great for people watching.

Drugs for compulsive shopping

Did you know there is a drug for compulsive shopping? Well, of course, there is a drug for everything. Citalopram is the name of the antidepressant used.

I really don’t know if it would help me since my compulsive shopping is due to a drug. I guess I can ask the doctor if I can take a drug to combat the side effects of another.

I think I have slowed down. It was getting a bit ridiculous.

I am just going crazy staying in my house. I have always loved to stay home. I think I am so lucky that I can work from home. I never have to get dressed. I work in my PJs. It is great. But maybe because I can’t go out I am bored.

I went on an outing yesterday. My friend, Lee, (http://www.totallyoutofhand.com/) took me to Wild Oats. That was the highlight of my day. It was very nice to get out and see people.

When I went to the check out my credit card didn’t work. All I could think about was how was I going to shop. I need to shop. I have to shop. I will die if I can’t shop. (boy, I have it bad)

Oueen Parrot Lady's First Rant

This is my first Blog. I decided I need to have one because I have a problem. I spent way to much time on the computer. I sleep with my laptop. I was just in the hospital for two weeks and my laptop was by my side.

But the real problem is that I can’t stop buying things. I am on the horrible medicine called Prednisone. It is a steroid. It makes me wacko. It makes me buy things I would never even think to buy. Things no one would buy.

The credit card company has even noticed. They decided I wasn’t myself so they cut me off.

I think it started with my order to Victoria’s Secret. All this time they thought I was a computer nerd. I am forever buying gadgets. Then one day the nerd decides it is time to get a little sexy and the computer at the credit card company breaks down. No sex for the nerd.

After three times calling the credit card company and verifying that I am the one making these purchases they have put me on the VIP list. Now I don’t know if this is a good thing. Don’t you think the company is enabling me ?

The buying is one thing but then the packages start to come to the door. I know my postman hates me. And the UPS guy will never forgive me. They will both get a good Christmas present from me.

As soon as I buy something I forget what I ordered so it is a surprise when it comes to the door. Of course, there are those times when I say why did I get this. Or I know this must be a mistake.
And all that package material everywhere..Why do they use such large boxes?