Is it February Yet?

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I am so over dashing. And I think I will stop as soon as I take the winter/spring trip next year. I don’t think I will dash in all of the capitals. Then again, anything is possible. I guess it depends on how fund raising is going.

I got up and got out at a reasonable time this morning. My first two orders were Lowes orders. And they weren’t terrible. Not great, but not terrible. The whole order pickup thing has changed, though. Before, we asked at the service counter and the person there had to do the heavy lifting – typing in long numbers, finding the right stuff and bringing it to the driver who would then take it to their vehicle. Now, the driver has to either enter the order number, or if the item(s) are small enough, they will be in a locker. The locker number is provided by door dash. Type in the six digit number and a locker (somewhere – that needs to be fixed I think) pops open. The driver (me in this case) grabs the stuff and goes! Woo hoo! No human interaction ought to be necessary. Go modernization. Does this count as AI? I don’t think so, but some people might.

Anyway, my first two Lowes orders were a toilet auger and a cement brick. Very exciting stuff. Not too heavy and awkward. Long drives, as usual. Glerg.

One of the minor annoyances of dashing is that often times the customer doesn’t pick up their phone when I call to ask them for substitutions or for directions. Or to let them know that I am standing where they said to stand and am waiting to give them their food and get their GD PIN number from them. Sigh.

This just tickled me!

The whole dash was ok, actually. And I let myself stop at a little after 1. Came home, had my next to last slice of pizza and started working on all the things I had put in my reminders during dashing. Maybe 15 items. But wait, is that my phone ringing? It was. Someone who I have given rides to in the past needed to get to a doctor’s appointment. What with one thing and another, that basically ate most of an hour and a half even though the ride was local. Sigh. But I eventually got to clean out most of the reminders for today. I still have a few but I will look at those after dinner.

Leftovers for dinner. I want to finish up at least two of the three sets of leftovers. I might just go for all three. Yes, I will be too full, but life is that way sometimes. What I have to do…

Augustus for President: I wonder if the virtual executive assistant can actually mail things. Or would they just create the files and then give them to me to print out and mail. I am thinking the latter. Which is still better than nothing. I also need to ask the sales rep if I don’t use all 10 hours in a month, does it roll over?

While dashing, I saw a couple I know at one of the restaurants. They asked how the campaign was going after I joked that their five dollar tip on the table was for me. One said it was a donation to my campaign. Hahahaha. Anyway, I gave them stickers and mentioned that I was working on slogans. The other one suggested that we get together and have a slogan brainstorming session. Maybe after they come back from Florida in January!

I am starting to think about places to stay while I am on the capital trip. I think I can convince my nephew to put me up in DC. And I might be able to find someone in Raleigh. And Topeka is near enough to Kansas City that I think I have a place there. So that’s three out of 51. Maybe LdF can find me a place to stay in Hawaii. And maybe I have a place in Arizona. Every place I can stay is a good thing. Maybe Columbus OH too. That could be seven…

Triceratops!

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Great first dash, all things considered. I had one weird dash, though. I put the address into the car’s nav system and it sent me to the border of Waterloo and Seneca Falls, no where near the pin that the Dasher app had. So I used the dasher navigation. Which took me to a place outside of Seneca Falls that looked like an abandoned house. So I called the person. Turns out that the address was wrong. I don’t know if it was Wegman’s that got it wrong, or the app just misinterpreted what the people put in, but I had to drive back to Waterloo, about 12 minutes away. But that’s ok. I was paid really well. Catering order! Woo hoo!

During my lunch break, I ran an errand for SM (and a couple for me). First stop, library to drop off a finished book. Then to the Post Office. Boy, some of those boxes were heavy! No wonder SM wanted me to take them to the post office for her. While at the post office, I also mailed off a Juror Information form. Sigh. I wouldn’t mind being on a jury again. Someday. I was shocked that stamps are up to $.73 a piece!

Something went wrong with charging the car during my lunch break. Maybe I stopped it by mistake or something else happened. But when I went to start my second dashing shift, the car had barely charged. Oh well. I will try to ensure that doesn’t happen again. Why am I having all these charging issues? Is it because I am old and silly? It could be – I have a few owies that I have no idea how they got there. And I fell down (gracefully and without damage) on someone’s steps today while dashing. Signs of age?

My favorite type of Dinosaur!

My second dash was cut short because I don’t really like to drive the Tesla around when the charge is less than 20%. I have no idea why. I just don’t. It was a decent dash for the time I spent. There was a server who returned to Denny’s that I was happy to see. And I delivered to the Emergency Room which I haven’t done in a long while. And I saw my favorite type of dinosaur standing by the side of the road. It was placed in the “free to a good home” location. I didn’t take it home, though. It looked like it was actually designed to be ridden by a little person (a child perhaps). Someday I will ride a triceratops. Ok, probably not…

It is almost time for dinner. More yummy tacos. So excited. Oh, I started watching a new Mindy Kaling created series on Netflix called Running Point (or something like that). Starring Kate Hudson. So far, it is fun. And I am enjoying Weyward as my current read.