Diario de FullaBella, 22 jul. 19

That’s it. I’m officially a witch. Not the kind with special spells and a chic pointy hat. More like the kind that swaps the letter W for a B because of having unkind thoughts.

I’ve been a member of InstaCart for home grocery delivery for over a year but my usage has dropped off the past six months as I began doing my own shopping more. It’s not that they aren’t good at it. I’m just taking a more active approach toward my food acquisition.

However, the monthly bill for membership continued and I thought this morning, “I either need to use it or drop it. I don’t care if it’s only $15 a month; that’s still a waste.” As I’ve already paid for this month I decided to order a few actual groceries (cottage cheese, rice vinegar, cucumbers) in addition to seven cases of water. Yeah, seven. I keep a lot of bottled water to hand out to customers and delivery people. It was time to restock.

Yes, I could have gone to the store and done it myself. Yes, it would be a good lifting exercise. But, I’ve already paid for delivery service.

Normally the delivery person is perky and younger than me. Today, that was not the case. My delivery person was a poor older lady huffing and puffing and telling me how this will probably be her last delivery for a while because she’s been needing surgery on her elbow and this delivery made it worse.

Seriously? Then ‘don’t’ be a delivery person. It can’t all be butter and cheese. Oh, Crap. I forgot to order eggs. Dang.

So I helped her unload and then tipped her (on top of the tip the Instacart charges at the time of order) but I’m aggravated and not just over my forgetting eggs. I’m aggravated for feeling guilty over a person who chose the job of delivery and then complains about it.

It reminded me of the past when I went to a masseuse who sighed in pain during my massage. He complained he had arthritis and by the end of the day (the only time I could take an appointment) his hands were in pain.

Okay, then, how about ‘don’t take a 5pm appointment?’ I’m paying you to rub on me and make me feel better. Not whine and fill me with guilt!

It’s Texas. Guess what happens in Texas in Summer? The weather gets hot. And it’s not a dry heat. It’s a hair soaking, face dripping, sweat shield soaking, miserable heat.

And, surprise, surprise, it happens every year. So if you have a job that requires you to be outside and you find the hot weather uncomfortable during a Texas Summer then you need to find another job for next year. It isn’t changing.

There’s more but I gotta go. It’s time for my broom fitting.

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