I returned home from doing laundry last night to find my mailbox flag still raised and inside the box was nothing more than the card I had left for the mailman for the second day in a row. What really scares me is that the postman has not stopped to drop the flag when I have had it raised the last two days, clearly there is something going on here. If the card left on Monday is legit then I have followed the procedure outlined and should be receiving my mail on a regular basis again.
Today I get to wait around East Atlanta so that I can go to the local post office and try and find out what the hell has happened to my mail; I almost wish that I could sit by the mailbox all day and have a discussion with the mailman. The best-case outcome will be getting a bundle of mail from the post office; the worst-case outcome will be contacting banks and credit bureaus to create fraud alerts.
Regardless of the outcome I will be getting to work late and having to stay late. I found out yesterday that I need to have an updated demo prepared for a trade show in Amsterdam (hey, why didn’t they ask me to go?) in mid-September.
Now That I Have A Shitload Of Lemons
The only solace I’ll seek from this mail fiasco is getting to eat breakfast at Homegrown this morning. I don’t get to eat at Homegrown often because on the weekends I rarely eat breakfast and on most weekdays I am in a hurry to escape the ‘hood before traffic becomes a predictable nightmare.
Tell you what, I’ll take a photo of my order and post in tomorrow’s blog.
“I Must Have Been Delirious” (Brussels, Belgium)
The Delirium Cafe in Brussels is world renown. I am told that the place is a madhouse at night, but when you visit on a Friday afternoon it’s quite peaceful and a great place to drink incredible beers. Is it sad that about half of my iPhone photo stream from the trip are photos of beers?
A Less Serious Failure
While my DVR says it recorded last Sunday’s Halt And Catch Fire it was nowhere to be found on the hard drive when I looked this morning. My immediate thought was to watch the episode streamed from AMC, but for some reason it wouldn’t play. Two dollars spent, I was able to stream the episode from Amazon this morning and I am fully ready for this Sunday’s finale.
Oh 1983, I remember you so fondly…