Susan's Scribblings the Blog

A writer from the Philadelphia area shares the week online.
Susan's Scribblings the Blog
  • Who the Heck is Kayewer?
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    • Blustomers

      Posted at 1:17 pm by kayewer, on February 23, 2025

      (Originally Posted May 19, 2019)

      What makes a good customer? Good manners. What makes good customer service associates? Same thing.

      We seem to have forgotten that over the past few years. Being on the giving end, I see many bad customers, and I hope nobody ever perceives me as being bad at my job just because I give news a customer doesn’t like, but some folks try anybody’s patience without even saying anything.

      My customer contact is small, but in my office are several dozen people taking phone calls, and a few miles away I know that a branch office gets many visitors every day. If you’ve worked in customer service for a while, you know you’re bound to deal with people who get the day started by being annoying. The worst? First call of the day. It sets the tone for the next eight hours, and the coffee hasn’t kicked in yet (for the customer or the associate).

      It used to be the bad customer was once a week if that often. Now it can be two to three times a day. Sometimes it’s by the same person all three times, especially on the phone. When you work in a phone contact center, it’s not hard to pinpoint who is dealing with a difficult person. The conversation usually becomes a shouting match, and it’s the phone associate who gets their ears pounded.

      In public contact jobs, it’s important to be civil and service minded, but we call come to work in different frames of mind, and if you find somebody behind the counter who is having a hard time giving a good first impression, yelling won’t help.

      If I could give a future customer with a complaint one bit of advice, I’d say take a step back before you storm in. Start your experience with a polite greeting, then say you have an issue and be prepared to state your case calmly and with facts only.

      The two most annoying words ever uttered by a customer might well be, “you people.” It’s in emails and uttered a few times a day by fuming folks who would serve their blood pressure better by pausing a minute before launching the big guns (namely their vocal chords) at somebody. I would like to remove them from usage. Imagine having a bone to pick, and you start out by making the person who can tip the scales of customer satisfaction in your favor start to doubt if the encounter will end without somebody exploding first. There is no conspiracy brotherhood in customer service aimed at making your experience bad, and besides, we are all people.

      A person recently read off a phone rep for calling her ma’am because she said that was similar to using the dreaded “N word.” The person fielding the call was black. So much for starting off that experience right, your ladyship. Plus, I never heard of that reference anywhere (if somebody has, please clue me in where it started). Anyway, this particular person had a religious title revealed only after this exchange. That was on them.

      Sometimes a bad customer simply talks over the person trying to help, as if filibuster alone will solve everything. Simply listening to your customer associate will impart plenty of knowledge and a sense of what may have gone wrong, if you give them a chance to get it out.

      One time I got an email from a customer which started out saying our website sucked because they could not log in. The problem was not the site: the customer had simply never opened an account to log into. No, I didn’t tell them that it was they who sucked, because it was a simple issue with a simple answer.

      We have all been guilty lately of mouthing off prematurely and not respecting ourselves or others’ sense of decorum. A customer service call should be a civil statement of a problem or question, followed by a resolution. If you get an unsatisfactory answer, you can escalate your complaint, but don’t give yourself (or us) a stroke. We’re all stressed out, it’s true. The news is full of chaos and bluster. However, the purpose of business is to provide and satisfy a need, receiving funds to continue the business and pay those who run it. If something goes wrong, don’t be a thorn in somebody’s side. Step back before you speak, and save the soapboxes for the politicians.

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    • A Large Problem

      Posted at 9:04 pm by kayewer, on February 22, 2025

      The obesity problem is real, and trying to look your best when your body proportions are off the chart is challenging as well as depressing. I have several favorite clothing brands, and even they are not always consistent with sizes and availability. My research shows why.

      The major grey area in clothing sizes starts after the typical Small, Medium, and Large. Some clothing manufacturers size only up to what is known as Extra-Large, or XL. Others offer Plus sizes starting with 1X. So, what is the difference between XL and 1X?

      Men’s clothing may come in XL, while womens may be labeled 1X, but generally 1X accommodates a 38-40″ waist for women. Men’s size XL may indicate a smaller 35-36″ waist. The magic number is 36 for men.

      This may explain why clothing sales exhaust supplies of 1X before XL. I have frequently scoured clearance racks for Plus sizes and found only XL or 2X and 3X available more readily than 1X. One is snug, the other roomier.

      Clothing from Torrid, a great choice in larger sizes, start at about size 12 and then include unique labels of 0, 1, 2 and 3 for Plus sizes. They offer jeans which cover a three-size range: they sell out quickly.

      In a world where low numbers can be part of social status (remember there is a size zero out there for those skinny enough to be considered no size at all–just kidding), saying you’re a size zero when you’re Plus-sized is exciting. Frankly, I can’t imagine anybody asking a person to reveal their clothing size, or even the brand label on their clothing. We are not, after all, a number or a business entity emblazoned on a piece of merchandise; we are human beings, each with a unique history and a unique body. We want to feel good when we dress in the morning, and whatever works should be of good quality and fit well. Checking the differences in each is the best answer, whether it’s in a sizing guide or the fitting room.

      If the size fits, wear it. Proudly.

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    • A Big Fat Lie

      Posted at 3:01 pm by kayewer, on February 15, 2025

      One of the inherent problems with the World Wide Web and social media is that–especially in America–free speech can allow anybody to post anything, and they may sound like an expert simply by doing so. Sometimes these folks simply cater to what some people want to believe to fulfil those persons’ need of other supportive individuals. It’s the “I feel that”/”Me, too” connection which helps us feel that we are right about certain ideas in our lives. Those agreements are not always in our best interests.

      In a previous post, I wrote about a chemical called chlormequat, which is a plant growth regulating chemical. Its main purpose in the food industry is to encourage grain stems, such as for oats, to stand up for machinery to cut them down more efficiently. For those of us who eat cereals and grains, this substance may appear in our urine, and could contribute to reproductive issues. Its use in the US for grains is prohibited, but the Quaker Oats and General Mills companies seem to be importing grain from other countries that may use it in their fields.

      Why am I bringing this up? Many of us have cereals, seeds or grains for breakfast, or incorporate them into our diets in other ways. I had salmon with quinoa the other day, for example. There are those who would like us to not include these items in our meals, like a heavily advertised Dr. Steven Gundry, who pops into video and social media feeds touting dietary advice.

      Sometimes these ads are interesting to listen to, because they are assembled with care and feature costly videos and lectures about how we’re doing things wrong. But I caught a piece of information earlier today which made me take a step back.

      Dr. Gundry stated that the only thing oats are good for is fattening horses. I don’t know about you, but horse obesity has never, ever, been a topic of discussion in the ages and decades in which we have fed oats to horses. They get fed hay, fruits and vegetables and, yes, oats and grains. The oats are designed to provide fast energy for working animals who may need to draw vehicles. The high fiber content encourages good digestion because they chew the oats, which also wears their teeth down (a necessary activity because their teeth continue to grow throughout their lives). The oats provide protein, fiber, and b-vitamins. For humans, we get a high percent of our daily fiber, and no added sugar, not to mention pure oats are considered fine for people with gluten intolerance, because its source, avenin, is only related to wheat gluten.

      So at least in terms of a particular turn of phrase, Dr. Gundry may be blowing smoke. His history shows him to be a heart physician, but he has gone into authoring books and promoting merchandise to people hoping for a dietary restrictive fix for their health problems. His big enemy is lectin, which he says is bad for people.

      I still feel that everything in moderation is a good approach. I also believe that the artificial ingredients pumped into our food chain over the past three decades are mainly to blame for our obesity problem. How many people were obese drinking regular soda with sugar, compared to how many are overweight drinking today’s formulas? How many people got fat from snacks forty years ago, compared to those same snacks today? Look at the ingredient labels, and you’ll see additives which boggle the brain, and may well be what is packing on the pounds.

      Meanwhile, our bakeries need to raise prices to use purer ingredients in their products, and we reject them because the other stuff is cheaper. It seems as if killing ourselves inexpensively is more tempting. As for Dr. Gundry, perhaps he should provide more proof of those horses needing somebody like Dr. Nowzaridan of “My 600-lb. Life” to put them on a diet.

      Don’t believe everything on social media. Fact check with proven sources. I even invite you to fact check me. I’m human, after all, and I’m not touting any particular agenda, except to take a step back when you hear something that sounds, um, sound on the surface but just may be slightly mistaken.

      Fat horses. What next?

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    • Better to Have

      Posted at 3:17 pm by kayewer, on February 8, 2025

      Some holidays are more difficult for people to navigate than others. Valentine’s Day is a particularly polarizing event simply for its implications and social cues by which we all judge our current life.

      When I was commuting to work by train, I would see men on Valentine’s Day boarding the car with balloons bouncing off each other and roses crinkling in their cellophane encasements. Some of the men carrying these tokens of affection seemed proud, while others appeared to be embarrassed. Still, some lucky person waiting at the end of the line would be receiving these gifts.

      Some other items were easier to carry, such as a big box of confections, or would be more easily concealed, such as a piece of jewelry or a small box with what could be anything hidden inside, such as a little naughty negligee. Whatever the gift, it was going home to somebody to whom someone has bestowed their love.

      The rest of us just carry on.

      What is more heartbreaking than to be somebody with nobody who loves them? The kid in school your children collectively bully decorates a box with paper hearts and drawings, and on February 14 finds the box empty (or the altruistic child who was taught well by their parents submits a token entry). The teenager sits at home while others engage in boundary-testing behaviors with others their age. As for the adults–the once-married-now-divorced or those who shrugged off the burdens of useless relationships with abusers or those displaying other red flags–the best they can do is sigh with relief and look forward to a possible future and a second try at a relationship. The person who has never been loved is in a world of singular pain nobody else can fully understand.

      The world outside the door of the unloved is like a graveyard populated by houses filled with people who tolerate your existence but don’t question why you live as you do. You barely see them all week. Your phone doesn’t ring. The only people knocking on your door are solicitors or religious pamphlet carriers. Retailers put on their politest face, and “That will be $25.98” may be the best thing they hear for days at a time.

      Social media is salt in emotional wounds, as endless posts of “my new child/grandchild” or “our trip to this romantic getaway” remind them of what they will never experience. Nostalgic pages remind them of events they never went to: anybody’s wedding, prom, class trips.

      They look in the mirror and see what nine months of construction in the womb provided, yet it seems to be insufficient for anybody else to acknowledge or appreciate. The days, months and years continue, and the spirit is stripped of any hope or encouragement. These are the people who die alone, surrounded by nobody. There is no obituary, because whatever they accomplished doesn’t matter to a soul.

      And this is okay. It must be, because it happens daily. We feel we have the right to be silent in ignorance of what that can do to somebody. We never stop to think that the old man who may not smell pleasant may have sacrificed buying a bar of soap so their electricity would stay on in the winter, or the woman with a speech problem survived oral cancer and is happy to be able to talk at all. We judge and reject without care, when that is exactly what some human beings need: care. Sometimes just asking, “How are you” and “What do you need today” can be eye-opening.

      But no, leave those people wondering why nobody loves them. That’s the humane thing to do, especially on Valentine’s Day. Silence in this case is not golden, but poison, and we decide to whom we give that poison through cancel culture and social rejection, which is probably the single worst thing that one can (or should) do. When the world needs love the most, don’t turn your back and say it’s somebody else’s problem, because in the end, we are all “somebody else.”

      Survive Valentine’s Day, everybody.

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    • Do You Read Me? Over

      Posted at 3:19 pm by kayewer, on February 1, 2025

      Success is often measured by whether you were among the many to attain it. High school graduation is one example, as a steady line of older teenagers walk in procession to shake the hands of the school executives and obtain their diplomas.

      Occasionally, however, the measure of true success comes from what you did that was different from the masses. For a high school graduate named Aleysha Ortiz, her diploma meant something much more than surviving twelve years of a public school education system.

      Aleysha came into the Hartford, Connecticut schools after her family moved stateside from Puerto Rico when she was only six years old. She had no English skills at all. The education system apparently didn’t have or offer ESL (English as a Second Language) courses to young elementary school students. Words meant nothing to her because she couldn’t decipher them. The few she managed to reason out came from association, such as through subtitles on television or karaoke lyrics.

      She struggled with classes, not just due to the lack of attention, but her diagnosis of ADHD, problems involving her being able to handle writing tools such as pencils, speech issues and the language barrier. Realize that she was in school in 2012, with fewer resources than are available today, but with lesson plans individualized to each student, and which were generally ignored by the faculty.

      Once Aleysha was able to utilize text-to-speech, she dedicated herself to spending her evenings bringing her grades up. Google became her educator.

      She graduated high school unable to read or write English, and with little to no math skills. Legal processes are being started against the system for not only their neglect, but their ignorance of Aleysha’s needs. If they didn’t understand her spoken communication, they simply shrugged it off without taking the extra step to find a speech therapist for her. She would be punished instead of redirected when things became difficult for the teachers or principal. Staff even laughed at her.

      Through her efforts and perseverance, Aleysha became an honor student eligible for graduation with some conditions, including deferring her diploma for more focused remedial instruction. Deciding that was too little too late, Aleysha began taking part-time college classes last August and, while the legal investigation continues, she is determined to help others like her who are not given the boost they need to catch up within the public school system.

      Public schools do not want to individualize the students’ needs. They want to crank every student through the system just like a car is built on a production line. This is why cars are recalled after leaving the plant; when there is a defect, the car still gets delivered and the company decides to deal with problems later.

      A person unable to read or write standard English at age 19 is not a problem to deal with later. It’s an opportunity to take a detour with the usual assembly line education system and give the attention needed to the problem. Parents should also be on board with this philosophy. Your child is not like one hundred others, nor should they be treated like one. This also means that, when something is short of what is expected, time to fix it before moving on is vital.

      Many schools from other countries do not take summer breaks. This doesn’t mean the families don’t take vacations, but life and school are treated the same way; as a part of everyday growth. Children learn daily, and not by taking one straight road, but by detouring to where the language skills get tweaked or the math abilities get reinforced, and then resuming the main road to becoming a fully educated young adult.

      The system failed Aleysha. How are they failing, or have they already failed, your children?

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    • Another Saturday (Day and) Night

      Posted at 7:14 pm by kayewer, on January 25, 2025

      It seems that every time I want to make the most of a weekend, my plans are thwarted. This week I had a three-day weekend, so my plan was to start on Friday by running errands, then making my own fun on Saturday and Sunday.

      On Friday I went to a location for an errand which involved parking in one of those vast lots covered completely by solar panels. I wanted to get some additional exercise into my day, so I parked in one of the free lots requiring a considerable walk to my destination. When I pressed the buttons on my car’s remote, however, nothing happened. No locking, no unlocking, no trunk function. Considering the climate of the world today, I would not leave my vehicle unlocked and to chance, even in the middle of the morning. Fortunately, I was within twenty minutes of home, so I got back in the car, drove home and, before going inside for my backup remote, I attempted to use the first one again. It worked.

      My best guess is that the solar panels were interfering with the ability of my remote to communicate with the car. Nobody else has ever mentioned this anomaly, but then I don’t get to talk to many people who park under solar panels when I work from home, so there has never been a need for the subject to come up. It may be a thing. It may be my particular car or remote. I’m certain the people using the lot think nothing of this problem. Anyway, I returned to perform the task, and this time I parked in one of the spots in the open. No remote issues.

      On the way home, I stopped by a new business I had been meaning to visit and managed to overspend on a few luxuries. I got home in time to avoid the school and rush hour traffic.

      On Saturday I slept in and, upon checking the morning email, found that a package I was expecting would arrive during a time I would normally be at another appointment, so I texted apologies and rescheduled the regular stop so I could wait for the delivery.

      In the good old days, there was no such thing as porch pirating. You could order anything and expect it to be on your doorstep, even if you got home late. Today we depend on delivery photos and home cameras pointed toward the street to give some sense of security, or even accessible lockers at remote locations. Even then, sometimes things still don’t get delivered as they should.

      I have a second package at this moment which has been stuck in transit at the USPS for eight consecutive days. I have had past deliveries get lost or come to me from two blocks away. I don’t know if the delivery personnel can’t read or don’t pay attention, but if it were my job to deliver things, I would check at least twice; when putting the items in the truck, and when I drop the delivery off at each location. My merchant said to give it a few extra days before they do a re-order.

      The original package I waited for came about ninety minutes after my original appointment would have ended. I didn’t leave the house at all. So much for a Saturday. Delivery time windows are worse than cable television appointments: sometime between 2:00 PM and 6:00 PM. Don’t have a life or try to have one. Or don’t order anything for delivery and find it instead at a store near you (if you have one).

      So much for a three-day weekend and the conveniences of present-day processes.

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    • No Chef

      Posted at 4:07 pm by kayewer, on January 18, 2025

      I took a moment to look at the many pieces of paper posted on my kitchen cabinet doors. Some of the papers are mementos, or the magnets holding them there are; one says, “My friends live in Oklahoma, and they sent me this magnet.” Many of the papers being pinned to the metal surface are recipes.

      The collection started back in 2020, when I took the time that summer to attempt baking my own bread. The loaf didn’t look like anything artisanal, let alone artsy, but it was edible. Over the past five years, the number of papers has grown to include oatmeal raisin cookies, which is a favorite of a friend of mine. I also have some guidelines for banana bread, snickerdoodles, simple cakes and frostings.

      One day while going through a box of little paper slips my mother used to keep with the zeal of a typical Depression-born parent, I found a treasure in a shrimp and rice dish long thought to have been lost, and which I have since remade.

      When I follow a recipe, I make sure, first and most importantly, that it’s something I would like to prepare and eat. Next, if I have planned to prepare it, I want to have the ingredients as specified. I will hunt them down when I need to, but nearly all the recipes I keep and intend to make include what I can easily find at the Acme (or Ack-a-me, if you’re local) up the block, or one of at least three grocers within a short drive.

      However, not everybody follows such a sensible protocol.

      Occasionally I’ll see an article about people who should, perhaps, not seek out recipes online. These hilarious gems could be interpreted as evidence of our sociological decline or brain dysfunction, but one thing is certain: these social media posters have a lot to be grumpy about for no reason.

      Take, for example, the person who posted that a recipe she made for peanut butter cookies put her husband in the emergency room because he has a nut allergy. She must have read the ingredients, prepared them, then fed them to her spouse, all the while knowing he can’t eat nuts.

      Another face-palming post came from a person who, upon reading the recipe, decided to stand on a soapbox and pontificate about the presence of a few items containing sugar in the list of ingredients. She was shocked to find that people do, on occasion, prepare such things. Not her, oh no. And woe to the person who prepares this poison, as it’s sure to give one diabetes or a heart attack, and so the recipe should not appear in anything she might encounter while scrolling for recipes. Try Googling “sugar free recipes,” my friend.

      Next we have the person regretting that they missed the opportunity to fiddle with chemistry in school, who looks at a list of ingredients and decides to substitute other foods, such as limes for lemons, or sour cream for heavy cream. Sometimes the swaps aren’t really from the same family; a batch of cookies turning into a sheet of one big cookie can happen when the original poster (OP) used rice flour and egg replacer for the dough. Or substituting carrots for peaches (the final product “needed more sweetness,” the OP added). And I can top that: a carrot cake in which the–ahem–chef, substituted kale because carrots are “too sweet.” The complaint often comes with the phrase, “I followed the recipe exactly except,” which means one did not follow it exactly.

      How about the person who looked at “2/3 cup of sugar” and interpreted it as three entire cups of sugar. They should get together with the soapbox Karen and ban all sugar from the globe. Along with measuring devices.

      Or the meat-loving person who complained that a recipe didn’t contain any meat: the name of the dish and accompanying notes specified it was vegan.

      When looking at festive dishes from around the world, some people forget that a food for which a place is associated may not be in every dish. For example, a complaint about Mexican sour cream, or crema, because the preparer thought corn was involved in the recipe, even though it wasn’t mentioned anywhere in the instructions.

      A recipe is a plan of action, like any other. You can choose to do it or not, but when you commit, follow what the directions call for. Don’t skip. Don’t substitute. Don’t throw the recipe away or complain to the foodie website if you have not done so.

      I’m not sure if it’s the inability to read or follow instructions that throws these posters off-track, or if people really think they can take detours with carefully laid-out, tested and proven instructions and still achieve success. What I do know is that I have had success with every recipe I have followed, and nobody has had to go to the ER.

      My latest recipe was for limoncello, which involved three weeks of waiting for my prepared recipe to be completed. I didn’t wait one day shorter or substitute anything. In fact, the struggle to obtain the most important ingredient–the lemon zest–was the most challenging. I needed to get the yellow part off three pounds of lemons without including any pith, which would make the finished product taste a bit off. I made six festive jars for the holidays and handed them out to folks. So far nobody has given me a reason to give a one-star review.

      Will I do some of the other recipes on my cabinet? Perhaps. Will I do them properly? You can count on it.

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    • The Bleakness

      Posted at 8:07 pm by kayewer, on January 11, 2025

      January didn’t fail to live up to its natural reputation. This week our area received some snow and cold temperatures. Students got an extra day off, and the normally scheduled routines adults expected to do were disrupted. Not to mention the rotavirus (“stomach flu”) spreading around the area. It wasn’t worth it to get up in the morning.

      Except one must get up and go to work when they have a job, even if it involves a small space in your home dedicated to the workplace you used to go elsewhere to do what brings in your paycheck. Or I should say, because your workspace is in your home and cannot be denied.

      I saw my neighbor for a few seconds as she stepped out, and she informed me that she had been instructed to come in to work for a few days. I had to restrain myself from clasping her knees and begging to go in her place. I am not sure what she does, but I’d learn on the fly (or get her fired).

      When most of the people on the block are back in the workplace, the experience for me as a homedwelling employee is akin to being caretaker at a graveyard.

      Only the graves have house numbers and holiday decorations still up. I can stand in the middle of the street, and not a soul is in sight for blocks.

      We also received an exclusive federal holiday honoring Jimmy Carter, our former humanitarian president who passed away recently, and whose funeral was held in the National Cathedral on Thursday. Federal offices were closed, and no mail delivery.

      Our trash collection was moved to Thursday for the third consecutive week due to the snow.

      It was as if we had moved from December to a new month called Chaosuary.

      However, I was determined not to succumb to the vast white outdoors, the demands of working in a cold home in which every draft felt like a finger down the spine, leftovers for four consecutive days and, for reasons I can’t explain, needing to deal with a puddle in my cellar.

      When I finally got the opportunity to go outside for an extended time without risking frostbite, I walked to the store and bought a few supplies, took advantage of the warmer temps to grab an extra shower, ran a load of laundry and did some housekeeping. And I popped a vitamin D. At least I’m a happy groundskeeper at the graveyard.

      Overnight we got another dusting of snow, but at least it was sweepable. I went out with my favorite broom and swept the pavement on the homes on both sides of me, my driveway and apron and my neighbor’s, since they were out. I’m not sure where they went on a snowy morning, but I do know by the footprints in the snow that somebody walked their dog in the early hours (and they don’t own a dog right now). The weather warmed up enough to melt and dry the rest, though on our side of the block, we still have snow on our lawns; the other side is pristine (dried out) green.

      Fortunately I was able to do some tasks today, such as finishing my grocery shopping, without the car digout I was subjected to on Monday. My car was coated, so I needed to dig out twice. Today’s was better, since I could use my broom.

      It beats digging graves.

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    • Brother, Can You Fix a Dime?

      Posted at 3:14 pm by kayewer, on January 4, 2025

      In my last post, I mentioned my paper shredder and a dime. I now have an update.

      The device was an Amazon purchase from their everyday product line and is over five years old. The machine worked well for what I needed to do with it, which was mostly destroying personal information on junk mail, or doing away with old copies of monthly bills from a decade ago. The endless piles of old mail are something most children of early Boomers can relate to; our parents or grandparents never threw anything out, so if you were to ask them how much monthly electricity cost in 1969, they could pull the actual bill out and show as well as tell you.

      Well, nobody has asked me how much the gas or electric bill cost in 2021, let alone 1969, so I’ve been slowly working through the ancient paperwork a few sheets at a time. If you’re familiar with operating shredders, you know that they tend to overheat after a certain period of use, so they need to take a break and cool down. This means going off to do something else until that little “I’m overheated” light goes off and the shredder is ready to go another round.

      When construction workers need to take a break to cool down, they just look all hot and sweaty, with no indicator button, and you can hang around to watch them. But I digress.

      Did it just get warm in here, or is that just me?

      The machine started to show signs of slowing down despite my efforts to keep the gears lubricated and the number of sheets per use below the recommended guidelines. At one point, I accidentally threw too much at the poor thing, and it seized up. I unplugged it and cleaned it out, but it never was the same. I was down to one sheet at a time, and then it took about twenty seconds to complete the job. I needed a new shredder.

      I went out and got one from Staples’ everyday product line, and I went full out for this version. This baby could obliterate government secrets in a flash, and in half the time of the old Methuselah.

      Strangely, the old codger machine kept on chugging, so I kept using it. Until I recently made a big mistake and killed the shredder.

      The March of Dimes tends to send an actual legal tender ten cent piece glued to the reply slip, hoping you will send a donation. These are brand new dimes, obviously never circulated. I never understood why they didn’t simply stop sending the dimes and using those expenses for the research they want us to donate for, but apparently the psychology of guilt-based philanthropy is of more importance. Not only will you send dollars more than the dime, but you will pay the post office an extra $73 to forward the donation to them.

      Except I was in the middle of holiday preparations and forgot to remove the dime and its dollop of adhesive before trying to run it through the shredder. I was promptly punished for my failure to give to those less fortunate by hearing the choked distress call of the shredder as the dime became jammed in the works.

      I figured it was over for old Betsy. Until I stopped and took stock of the situation. There was a little round seal over a hole in the shredder’s main component which read something like “warranty void if broken.” The seal had broken itself a couple of years into its life. I figured nobody has ever come after me for removing the tag from my mattress, so the rebel in me prompted a retrieval mission.

      Yes, I took a screwdriver to the main machine, removed the screws and separated the cover, resulting in a shower of paper bits and–voila!–the missing dime. Its edge was dissected so that a flange stuck up while the rest bent backward. Yours truly then went to my late father’s work corner, grabbed that little dime in a pair of pliers and hammered it back into shape with a good old ball peen from the toolbox. That dime isn’t pristine anymore, and it probably would not work in any vending machine, but it should spend just fine. Oh and yes, I looked it up, and the mint no longer accepts broken money for replacement, so my DIY job should suffice.

      Look at me go, all like a farrier and stuff. Except I didn’t work up a sweat, and nobody would watch me while I cooled down.

      So I put the shredder back together, and it seems to run much better now that I’ve cleared more of the detritus from its gears. Seems I will now have two shredders, which should last me long enough to rid myself of the last of the paper trail.

      Those everyday product lines don’t cost a dime a dozen, after all.

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    • Farewell 2024

      Posted at 3:25 pm by kayewer, on December 28, 2024

      Another year has gone by. For me, life goes back to what I call normal after that first day in January. Once the forty or so days of holiday madness come to an end (I measure by when Black Friday comes), the world enters a new kind of madness revolving around the weather. Day to day we worry about how cold it will be, will there be rain or snow, or even a polar vortex.

      A few years ago, we had three of those. At my job, we (or rather, I and the administrative team) fed our workers for over two weeks while the powers of nature dogged our every waking hour. Now that we don’t go to the workplace anymore, I don’t need to worry about a shopping run, how many plates and forks we need (or how many excess knives we must deal with), or if the corporate credit card will accept another big bill and whether the old ones were already accounted for. When I shop, I shop for me.

      January is when the bills from late November and December start to roll in, and the tax documents also remind us of where our money came from and went for a whole year. I took the time to amass a collection of receipts from food shopping this year: since we were blessed with the first regional Sprouts market in 2024, I began getting my daily produce and dairy there, and the many slips from that location show just how healthy I managed to eat. I didn’t save any stubs from eating out, which I kept to once weekly on average. Unfortunately I can’t say the healthy eating affected my weight.

      In 2024 I managed to cut back on frivolous spending. I turned down nearly everything, and only indulged in one thing I still enjoy collecting. Instead of stuff, I channeled my spending to experiences, going to an occasional social event or a new production, and those served much better than finding storage space.

      As for the home, I only did one improvement, taking the entrance to the side room back to where it began; with glass-paned doors. Originally my parents took down and discarded a pair of similar doors, opting instead for shuttered levered versions. The hardware gave out after decades of use, and the cooler temperatures in the room caused the air to escape through the slats and cool the bigger spaces down. Despite being part of the home and its heating system, the room is down about ten degrees. After getting new windows throughout the year before, I also opted for the old/new doors (which required custom fitting), and part of the problem was solved by doing so. Now I need to get to the bottom of the cold air, which may be due to no insulation in the roof. Eventually that space will become my office.

      I gave up my original fashion choices when I left the building to work at home in 2020. Now I feel fashionable but comfortable, and still have a handful of brands whose clothing I trust to last and fit. My discovery of Duluth Trading is making winter easier to endure. Their outerwear is great. The other clothes are going into donations or rags. My clothing budget went down to practically nothing.

      The other day, I ended the year by killing my shredder. It was an old one which was relegated to one sheet of thin paper only, one at a time, because it had reached the final moments of its lifespan. The new one was on standby for when the oldie cut its last. In my haste to get junk mail out of the way, I neglected to pay attention to my latest request from the March of Dimes. They glue a dime to your donation slip, hoping you will return its equivalent with your (much higher) donation, and I popped the entire thing into the old codger shredder, forgetting to remove the dime, which then got lost in the works and is probably mangled beyond the ability to recover its value. I’ll let you know if I can retrieve it before the deceased goes out to trash collection.

      My resolutions will go into effect this coming week, and I’m not sure I will meet all of them, but I do know that such a tumultuous prediction of how 2025 may go will spur me to take better care of myself and do all I can to make things better, healthier, happier and balanced. My weekly posts should reflect some of this, and I hope you will join me.

      Here’s to balance in 2025.

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