Think I'll just go hide in a hole for a while, here... or not...

[imbecamiel]

Bleh. I've been about one step from crying most of the day. Not that anything awful's happened, just various minor stresses combined with frustration and disappointment and more stress from having to deal with another order gone wrong. (*sighs* I'm beginning to think I should just stop ordering things.) It shouldn't really be a big deal either, but I'm not even sure what I want to do, and I always hate having to make complaints like that. Mostly, I think, because I tend to have a hard time believing I'm really in the right and it's not a result of some stupid mistake or misunderstanding on my part. Plus, however upset I am about something like that, I hate making a fuss or making it other people's problem too. :P

I think I'm about due for my six-month cry. *adds it up* Yep, maybe a bit overdue, actually. Heh, on a normal basis I rarely get really upset about things, certainly not enough to cry about it, but about every four to six months I'll have a thorough cry. Usually triggered by something stupid, like walking into a wall.

Anyway, probably still wouldn't have been a big deal, if I could've just stayed home and worked on things and gotten some of it over with. But no, I had to go to the orthodontist, because they adjusted my wire retainer a while ago, and since then my teeth have gotten worse instead of better. I always get rather flustered when trying to describe something that's wrong with my teeth like that or give decisive answers to their questions, made rather worse because the orthodontist here intimidates me, and complicated by the fact that I'm now old enough that they, quite naturally, look to me for decisions and answers - except I can't usually make those decisions, because my parents still pay for such things, and since I don't have a driver's license yet my schedule's determined by when Mom can bring me... So I was terrified that I was going to randomly burst into tears the moment I tried to explain the problem to him. :P

Managed not to make such an utter idiot out of myself that I would't dare show my face there again, thankfully. So now that I've escaped making a public scene, I should probably just cry and get it over with. Except my piano teacher's gonna be here any minute.

Maybe I'll just eat chocolate instead.

Wah.

Comments

[scarvenartist.livejournal.com]

Wah, I'm sorry. *huggles* And I sympathize completely about the order mistake.... *cringes* My mom always tells me I should be up front when there's been an error, but I'm so much more ready not to cause trouble and just meekly accept the mistake, rather than go through trying to explain the problem to a perfect stranger.

And I do so know what you mean about things colliding at a point when it's not so much the circumstances themselves, but just the fact that it all seems to strike at the wrong time, right when you're already feeling emotional anyway. Generally, it hits me that way every two months or so...and yeah, the trigger is usually something relatively small. (Like, I spill something on the floor, and just spontaneously burst into tears.)

*huggles again* I hope you're feeling better by now, gwathel-nin, whether you've managed to cry or no. :) *sends much chocolate*

[imbecamiel.livejournal.com]

Yeah... So often it just seems to much easier to accept the mistake and live with it than to try to explain it and get it fixed. I think it's made worse by the horrible state customer service tends to be in, where employees are generally disinterested in customers, and even if it is clearly their fault as often as not they act rather put-upon at being made to help you. :P Heh, things are somewhat easier on the rare occasions that they're really apologetic and/or happy to help...

In this particular case, it's complicated by the fact that what I got wasn't so much wrong as not quite what I'd expected and of very disappointing quality. I mean, I know ads obviously are going to exaggerate considerably, but still. *sighs* So it's frustrating, trying to figure out what to do, when it's not so much a matter of "I don't like this, I'm going to return it" as "I do like it all right, but the quality's bad enough that if I'd seen it in a store I wouldn't have paid more than half that price for it, and what I really want is just the same thing with much better quality..." *headdesk*

*hugs back* Thanks, gwathel. I am feeling rather better. :) Though I didn't wind up crying, and I rather suspect I'm still due for one sometime soon... Heh, why is it that when I feel about to cry it's a time when I really don't want to, and then when I could... nope. And I'm not gonna make myself cry about absolutely nothing just because now would be a convenient time to cry and I may as well get it over with. *rolls eyes* LOL, a bit too much like Spock - "So you reasoned that it was time for an emotional outburst?" "Well, I... wouldn't put it in exactly those terms, Captain, but... those are essentially the facts." XP