52/60-61: Things Fall Apart
Mar. 19th, 2025 08:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rejectomorphGetting lost in time again, distracted and muddled, and realized I never wrote about Monday. I had been unable to have groceries fetched before the weekend as both my nephew and my niece were out of town, and I particularly wanted to get some things as this was the week of the St. Patrick's day sale, which always features a few items that are rare or pricey the rest of the year. Fortunately, my nephew would be back Monday, so though I'd miss Safeway's Friday bargains I would still get my annular goods.
Alas, when filling my virtual cart at Safeway's web site Monday morning I found a hitch. The web site's ordering system was befouled. I had the cart mostly filled and went to add the last two items, which were both essential and quite costly. I clicked on the "Add" button for the first and it added three. Okay, the mouse is acting up again. So I clicked the "minus" sign on the "Add" button to remove one, planning to click "minus" again to remove a second, and instead it said I had added six. Oh dear. Another click of the "minus" sign resulted in a total of fifteen in my cart, and one more click took me up to thirty. I went to the cart and clocked the "remove" link under the about five hundred bucks worth of the item and they vanished. At least something was working right.
Long story a bit shorter, the same thing happened with the second pricey but essential item, and it dawned on me that I was upshitSafeway Creek sans propulsion. I called Safeway's customer service number and after cursing at the AI chatbot "helper" spent about an hour with a guy in India who tried to be helpful but was as confused as I was, and finally told me there was a glitch (no shit!) and a "they" were working on it and it would be fixed sometime between half an hour and twenty four hours hence. Well, the day was getting on by then, and it was likely to be too late for my nephew to pick the stuff up because he had to go out of town again for a couple of days, so I just texted him to forget it and abandoned the cart.
Now I'm kicking myself because it didn't occur to me that I could have called the local store directly and asked the shopper to be informed of the error, and that I wanted only one each of the two items that were glitching into multiples. I've been able to get messages to the shoppers that way before, but in my flustered state I didn't think. Damn, that means I might be as dumb as a computer, or an algorithm, or a programmer. Crap, I might even be as dumb as an Elon! The shame! The horror! But more importantly I won't get my St. Patrick's Day stuff this year. Well, there's always next year, right? But maybe not.
Oh, and Tuesday I slept and moped. So it goes.
Alas, when filling my virtual cart at Safeway's web site Monday morning I found a hitch. The web site's ordering system was befouled. I had the cart mostly filled and went to add the last two items, which were both essential and quite costly. I clicked on the "Add" button for the first and it added three. Okay, the mouse is acting up again. So I clicked the "minus" sign on the "Add" button to remove one, planning to click "minus" again to remove a second, and instead it said I had added six. Oh dear. Another click of the "minus" sign resulted in a total of fifteen in my cart, and one more click took me up to thirty. I went to the cart and clocked the "remove" link under the about five hundred bucks worth of the item and they vanished. At least something was working right.
Long story a bit shorter, the same thing happened with the second pricey but essential item, and it dawned on me that I was up
Now I'm kicking myself because it didn't occur to me that I could have called the local store directly and asked the shopper to be informed of the error, and that I wanted only one each of the two items that were glitching into multiples. I've been able to get messages to the shoppers that way before, but in my flustered state I didn't think. Damn, that means I might be as dumb as a computer, or an algorithm, or a programmer. Crap, I might even be as dumb as an Elon! The shame! The horror! But more importantly I won't get my St. Patrick's Day stuff this year. Well, there's always next year, right? But maybe not.
Oh, and Tuesday I slept and moped. So it goes.
