Identity Crisis

Today I got an email from a customer service person noting they had taken care of my problem and apologizing for the delay in crediting my account for a return. (So far, so good--I did contact them, I did have a problem, and that was what I needed--I felt pretty great about it). Then I realized that the email was addressed to Peggy. Not my name. Not even close. The email is a reply to one of my earlier emails which was appropriately addressed, and it has the right dollar amount for my credit, so I think it's going to happen. But I'm not Peggy.

I also got an email from someone following up on our phone conversation yesterday. (So far, so good--we did have a conversation yesterday.) However, the things he is discussing are not things I asked him about yesterday, and he mentioned other things in the email that are totally inapplicable to me. Awkward...I appreciate the follow up, but it would make a bit more sense if it were about something I had asked him.

It seems like the world is only paying half attention to me. Maybe it's because life at BigFirm is keeping me pretty busy, and I'm only paying half attention to the rest of the world.

Or maybe I didn't notice that someone changed my name to Peggy. Tough to say.

Awkwardly, I should probably respond to the email "following up" on my phone call yesterday...not sure what to say though.

Hot Hot Heat

The weather forecast for today was "steamy." For tonight, it's "muggy."

Gross. It's gross here.

Nothing to Say

Dear Readers,

I seem to have nothing to say.

Really.

Nothing.

I don't want to be a neglectful blogger, but I really can't think of anything to say.

So, here is a question for all of you: what do you want to hear about?

If I don't want to answer, I just won't--so ask away!

Smooches,

Bacon

Weirdness

It's very, very hot in New York right now. New York, especially the city, has a special kind of heat. I swear, the meteorologist on the news last night looked heartbroken and apologetic--it's horrible.

Most of the time, I'm inside. I like to stay inside when possible, which means I haven't been running all of my errands or being very productive on the weekends. Too hot. I have to go down to Macy's this weekend, and it makes me just want to cry--my least favorite place to shop, and it'll be hot and unpleasant to get there and back, too. 

Weirdly, it's extremely chilly in my office building. The other day, I had to turn on a space heater because it was so, so cold in my office.

How is that possible?

Someone wanted to go out for Pinkberry today, but the thought of frozen yogurt just made me shiver.

Any day now, fall will come.

Please, please fall...you can do it!