I either need to have a good cry, or a stiff drink!
This is just too much, and in my current state of emotions, I'm not sure I can prevent an episode of going totally POSTAL!
My package is being held by CUSTOMS. I don't know why, and I don't care. All I know is that I've done everything they've asked me except jump through a flaming hoop, I've applied for every necessary number available to allow me to import/export goods from different countries; I've submitted everything that was asked of me. I was told Wednesday that after giving them my information, I would receive my parcel by the end of the business day Thursday. More frustration ensued, when it was discovered that I needed the I/E #, which delayed my package until today. Now, this morning, I look into the parcel progress, and find that CUSTOMS is STILL holding it! I call, and the lady tells me she's not sure WHY they're holding it, but that this could delay it until Monday! She offered to "ask for customs to put a rush on it, and hope that it won't ruffle their feathers", or "arrange to pick up the package at the plant myself" (I live a good hour away, and I don't have a car of my own, so THAT'S not gonna happen!)
I've put 3 days on friggin' hold for this now, and I'm starting to get mighty CRANKY!
To top it all off, I've been working like a mad woman on my website since last week. I had (yes, HAD) 80 items loaded, everything was beautifully organized, I just needed to make a few changes to the disclaimer, and was this close to publishing the site. Then, last night, after I finished resizing 24 photos of new bracelets and uploading them, the program fizzled; wouldn't show the items that had just been uploaded, and then systematically started hiccuping, and one at a time, all of my categories went missing. I lost ALL OF MY ITEMS! All gone! Complete do-over. The design of the site and templates are working just fine, I just can't upload items.
I mean, what's the point of having this stupid site if I can't upload my items to it? I'm so frustrated right now, I just want to cry. Prickly hot, streaming tears, to wash it all away.
I need a cigarette!