And boy, are the boxes all over the place. Much listing awaits me Wednesday.
Implemented a workaround for the word count meter ( I’m not proud of the kludge, but it works ) and disabled the polls temporarily because of a spastic issue with incorrect tallies. Have faith, the polls will return once a proper fix is in place.
I should have enough focus for a proper blog entry tomorrow.
Ever feel like the Internet is toying with you?
At the present time, I cannot:
1) Send/receive/access email at the domain
2) Access most the site management tools
On the plus side, the site is working and available. However, I’m not sure how comments will function in practice, or whether notifications about them will work. When this will function again, I also have no idea. An investigation is under way.
…words should the count meter read. 😉
Due to three buy trips over the next four days, updates will be spotty until Wednesday. But, I shall try.
Something earth shattering happened outside the Post Office today; I tripped through the Twilight Zone.
Damned to a spot far from the building, I dragged my packages a few blocks. Since the purpose of my visit was orders, and orders ran strong, I didn’t mind a jaunt. The overloaded parking lot was a bigger concern.
Besides USPS, the only other ‘business’ at that corner is a convenience store, which has a stern anti-shopping policy ( a blog for next week, perhaps ), so the parking crunch could only be caused by postal customers. But, again, a rising tide lifts all boats – a little line time seemed a fair escrow payment on good sales.
Near the door where clerks pass mail bins out the building for loading, a USPS employee waited inside a mail truck. She watched me wrestle a nylon bag with long, green handles and white stitching. A printed label on one packages poked over the top of the bag.
She summoned me, less like a lord dispatches a servant, more like one schoolboy goads another into forbidden acts. “Those paid up?” she asked.
Absolutely, they were prepaid.
“I’ll take’em.” And she did, each package disappeared inside an official bin beside her.
Only at home did the weight of the events hit me. At least one USPS employee is nice, friendly, and helpful. Shocking in itself, but might there be a second? Now I must rest. Even but a moment in the Zone is exhausting.
BTW – The proper word count for the meter at the right is 69,349. There’s a bit of an issue right now; I can’t update that part of the database.