Delivered (pt 2)
Posted on | May 27, 2010 | Comments Off
She was furious. She was now up to three (yes “3″) missing packages. Where do these things go when they say they are delivered but they aren’t? Was someone using her soap, wearing her necklace and reading her books? Was it the mail carrier or some lucky resident of her town who happened to have the items delivered to him/her because someone couldn’t read the address? Was this some dishonest individual who tore open the package and then realized it wasn’t for them but didn’t have the decency to hand it back over to the post office? Or was it stolen by some greater force? Lost to perhaps send a message, that the online shopping had gotten out of hand and it was time to stop. Maybe this was a sign.
She had called the post office 800 number and filed her complaints but suspected that they wouldn’t be able to recover the packages. Whatever fate they met, it was out of the post office’s hands. After all, they were scanned “delivered” so they were delivered. (ha!) Where they were delivered was the question. Now she couldn’t even order a $20 item without requesting a signature confirmation or insurance. That isn’t how things should be. She was angry. She didn’t need this crap. She had enough to worry about.
She took a pill to calm herself down before she went completely postal herself. So sad she had to rely on pharmaceutical help. Oh well. She wasn’t the only one in the world who did so. And besides, a calm zombiegirl was a happy zombiegirl. Ok so maybe she wasn’t going to be happy but at least she was calm. Well, she would be if the pill worked. If she let it work. If she didn’t get so worked up before it worked that it wouldn’t work. Wow she really needed to relax. Would have been nice to have the books she ordered. . .
Management Update
Posted on | May 24, 2010 | Comments Off
Our heroine has been feeling a bit under the weather. Or perhaps it’s the weather that’s keeping our heroine feeling this way. Whatever the case, she’s in a mood, or not in the mood (or whatever her deal actually is) and will hopefully be in full working order soon.
Thank you,
-The Mgt.
Delivered
Posted on | May 21, 2010 | Comments Off
The package was listed as “delivered” and that’s what the post office was sticking by. This of course means that the postal worker scanned the item as being delivered. This does not mean that the item was actually delivered or that it remained in whatever place it was delivered to uponst delivery.
She wondered where her package was. It was a box full of sample soaps so she could test out all the “flavors” LostRiverRags had to offer. She was rather disappointed and really wanted to know “where” these things end up. She highly doubted it was stolen from her front porch. She did receive mail that was supposed to be somewhere else often and wondered if they received hers. (Note: she always returned it to the box for re-delivery)
She was curious to know if indeed it was stolen, was the person happy with the soaps? Or, would the package surface at some later date all melted together? With the weather getting warmer, time was of the essence if it was to be saved.
Needless to say she went back to LostRiverRags and ordered some other soap and a candle…
Yellow Flowers
Posted on | May 21, 2010 | Comments Off
“The Unit” By Ninni Holmqvist
Posted on | May 19, 2010 | Comments Off
Imagine living in a world where you are considered “dispensable” if you are not contributing to society at your 50th (female) or 60th (male) birthday. By being single, childless and without a job in a progressive industry, you will be hidden away for your final years in a facility (The Second Reserve Bank Unit for biological material) which will essentially use you as a test rat and source of organs for those who are “needed” out in the community. You will be well fed and taken care of during your stay, with the exception of any side effects you may incur from your testing. You will be permitted no contact with the outside world and under constant video and audio surveilance.
This is the story of Dorrit, who enters The Unit, her experiences there, falling in love, loss and so much more.
Ninni Holmqvist’s The Unit
The Sewing Machine (pt 3)
Posted on | May 19, 2010 | Comments Off
And the sewing machine continued to sit…
The Dog (pt 15)
Posted on | May 19, 2010 | Comments Off
Doone lay on the livingroom floor with his head between his paws. It was a cloudy, miserable day so no real sun was shining in through the skylight for him to bask in. All he could do was sit and worry about his Mistress and what was bothering her so much that she could barely function.
He’d been doing laundry for her all day which he knew she would appreciate, carefully sorting the colors from the lights and making sure her bras didn’t go into the dryer. She’d probably be upset he handled her bras at all but what’s a dog to do in these situations? He had to be useful somehow.
She was upstairs, not eating, not doing much of anything but staring out the window and reading. He knew she would throw herself into books when she didn’t want to deal with her own reality. He couldn’t blame her, sometimes, he didn’t want to deal with his own reality either. He lead a rather unique life himself, one that was not always easy. Sometimes decisions had to be made that were difficult for even a dog.
He needed to get ahold of The Worm Guy and see what he should do. Things weren’t going as planned and he was concerned, very concerned, about his Mistress. She was fragile right now and he wanted to be of more use to her. Perhaps if he… no, he couldn’t do that yet. It wasn’t time.
He lay there licking his paws trying to come up with a new plan, some new way to convince her…
Nothing to say…
Posted on | May 18, 2010 | Comments Off
Nothing.
The sewing machine (pt 2)
Posted on | May 16, 2010 | Comments Off
And the sewing machine sat…
3 Houses On The Beach
Posted on | May 16, 2010 | Comments Off
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