After years without any delivery problems, the USPS has developed a weird tic in delivery of packages. Three times in a row now, when tracking a package, I see the package move through the process until it's out for delivery. Then it doesn't get delivered and tracking says: status not updated. Then the package gets sent back to a sort center and back to a delivering post office and goes out for delivery again. Each time, a delivery that is supposed to take 10-14 days becomes a 3 week delivery.
Music, theater, dance, museums, world-class architecture, food, sports, drinks, the lake, the beaches, the parks, shopping, non-stop festivals... and giant puppets will be the deciding factor for some people.
Broward County School Board member Dr. Rosalind Osgood brought up the idea during a meeting after noticing parents dropping their kids off at Boyd Anderson High School while wearing saggy pants that exposes their underwear and curlers in their hair.
“We have dads showing up in sagging pants,” Osgood said, according to the Sun Sentinel. “It’s hard for me to tell a child not to show up for school with hair curlers, pajamas or short shorts if they see parents wearing them. Parents need to lead by example.”
It’s highly unlikely a dress code for parents could be enforced, but Osgood would like the situation to be addressed by principals during the school’s Parent Night.
Of course it can't be enforced, but I see her point. Can you imagine? You're a father and you walk around with your pants hanging halfway down to your knees? These are people who shouldn't have children because they're grooming them for lives of failure.
Besides killing my appetite, the flu completely knocked out my hankering for coffee. Haven't had any since last Saturday morning. I'm not planning to give up coffee entirely--I enjoy it too much to quit--but I may take advantage of the situation and scale back my future consumption. I'd like to limit myself to one 16oz cup per day, which in the old days would have been considered two or maybe three cups of coffee. Most recently I've been downing two or three 16oz cups a day, often as iced coffee.
Since Sunday, I've been asleep more than I've been awake. I've tried to watch some television, but most of my attempts ended with me dozing off. I did make it through Dallas Buyer's Club--a great film. Matthew Mcconaughey's Oscar was richly deserved.
Also saw Frontline's Secret's of the Vatican. The title makes it sound like schlock produced by the History Channel, but it was very well done.
And I watched the Rumsfeld documentary by Errol Morris, which wasn't so well done. I may watch it again and say more about it when I'm feeling fully restored.
A non-believing Catholic-by-birth friend and her Mexican nanny have become proficient at preparing a traditional seder meal. The friend's husband is Jewish and the kids are being raised Jewish, officially, though they celebrate Christmas, including a beautiful tree and all the gifts.
That's what BCBS of IL calls customer service reps. I would hardly call it customer advocacy. They're nice, but surely they know who pays their salary. And they're certainly not Zappos customer service.
I imagine the theory is that calling someone a customer advocate impresses upon them and maybe the customer that they really are there to work on the customer's behalf, but if employees get mixed messages about their role, terms like customer advocate are worse than useless. If the underlying truth doesn't match the language, then the message is that the company is into smoke and mirrors.
I don't know if Blue Cross Illinois representatives get these mixed messages, but these people represent the company. They can take care of customers and do that well, but changing the language doesn't change the fundamental nature of interests and relationships.
I'm far from home again, awaiting the arrival of my first evaluation of the day. I've got two scheduled today, which will pretty much locks me in until 5pm.
Yesterday, and until I got up this morning at 5, I had doubts about whether I would make it to the job today. I was feeling out of sorts all week, then, Thursday night and all day yesterday, I felt absolutely lousy. Coughing, stiffness, soreness, malaise. I'm not a baby about pain. It was awful.
Self-diagnosis: bronchitis, which I'm not prone to, but the internet says it might be bronchitis. Except I'm not sure because there are a hundred other possibilities, including some exotic illnesses. Anyway, I could barely sleep last night. I kept waking up overheated, sore and coughing repeatedly. Miraculously, I feel much better this morning. Not great, by any stretch, because I slept so little. But I feel much better. Canceling today would have presented huge rescheduling difficulties, so I'm glad I could make it, though I wish my workday was over and I could be teleported home instead of driving 90 minutes this evening.
At one point yesterday (Friday), I wanted to check my temperature because I was sure I had a fever. No thermometer at work, so I staggered over to Walgreen's. As I checked the various instant LCD thermometers, it occurred to me that they might not come with batteries. Of course they do, but I was feeling so badly, I couldn't think straight. Anyway, that led me to purchase a solar powered thermometer to avoid a battery problem.
So I returned to the office and promptly read the instruction packet included with the thermometer. It said leave thermometer in strong light for at least five hours before first use. ugh. Back to Walgreen's. I bought an old fashioned thermometer: temperature 98.6 on the button.
Maybe I am a baby.
Saturday night, still no fever
Got through Saturday fine. Woke up this morning with that cough accompanied by that malaise and stiffness. Not that bad, but if it continues until tomorrow I'll probably see a doc.
Sunday afternoon waiting again.
Felt worse as the day went on, not worse than Friday, but pretty bad.
102.7 fever. Went to Northwestern Medicine. Waiting to see a doc.
Maybe I'm not a baby.
This reminds me of of someone I dated a few times in the early 90s. It was maybe the third time we were hanging out. I'd noticed I had a cough, but I otherwise felt fine and didn't even mention it, but I coughed. She asked if I was sick and I answered that I had a little bit of a cough. That's it.
Her reflex reaction was: Men are such babies
Whatever. I said nothing. Just made a mental note about what she feels she needs from men and that it may be a bit overdriven.
I went out of town after that and I ended up in the hospital with temperature near 104, after oral antibiotics couldn't touch an infection I'd developed.
When I returned home, about a week went by and I heard from the woman. She asked if I wanted to get together, so we did. She asked about my vacation and I told her I'd been in the hospital with an infection. I didn't mention her earlier remark, and I don't think my tone conveyed an attitude, but, who knows? These things can be subtle. She immediately remarked on her comment being out of line when she said men are such babies. It was sheepishly delivered, but it was said. She was very smart, pretty and a very capable person, but I stopped seeing her, not because of that remark per se, but because it was part of a larger personality package of impulsivity and poor judgment that doesn't interest me.
4:30 I am awaiting results of a swab for the flu. My temp is 102.6. If it isn't a flu, they'll give me a chest X-Ray for early signs of pneumonia. The doctor said I'm a baby ;-) Truth is, he seemed highly capable and has an excellent bedside manner. Took his time to explain everything.