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Sensible o'clock: I go to bed.

1:30 am: story idea - one, mind you, that has been simmering for years - goes OH HI WRITE THIS SCENE. Now. Waiting til morning is for SISSIES and also people who want to get to sleep ever because I am not going to shut up isn't this FUN.

... 90 minutes and nearly 1000 words later, I am left blearily going "buh wha?" and also wondering wtf was so thrice-damned urgent about the scene when it wasn't even new stuff, just a crystallization of something I already knew in my had.

I just hope that what I wrote is halfway sense making and doesn't collapse overnight into a puddle of gibberish...

chair update of wtf

I would be swearing like a sailor throughout this entire post except that for one thing, I am not a sailor; for another thing, the number of swear words would overwhelm the actual content; and for a third, my level of pissed-offed-ness actually transcends swearing.

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A brief recap of the timeline here:

( Jan 2 through today )

Friday, Feb 4, aka today, aaka more than a month since this shit started: no, the chair is not fixed yet. But we have information.

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...so, okay. The chair repair company, which I shall for the purposes of this post call Company A, is ... average, as far as chair repair companies go. Mild incompetence, especially on the part of management, is made up for by the fact that they are one of the few places I've encountered that do field calls (as opposed to making you bring the chair in and leave it while they work on it).

This company has been bought out by another company, which for the purposes of this post will be Company F, because they are made of fail. The chair tech assured me that from my perspective nothing would change, they'd still do the same work, blah blah blah.

Today, my dad talked again to the chair tech, and found out that while the chair tech will still be the one coming out and doing the work, Company A is not in charge of ordering parts etc; that is Company F's job. And she finally gave my dad contact information for Company F.

It turns out that they had insurance authorization by ... I forget whether my dad said the 12th or the 18th. One or the other.

They did not order the part until the 28th.

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I have no words.

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The person from company F that my dad talked to said the part should actually be here Tuesday. I am not holding my breath.