“Every garden-maker should be an artist along his own lines. That is the only possible way to create a garden, irrespective of size or wealth.” Vita Sackville-West
So lately I have been a terror to be around. Even I see that. My moods are all over the place and well Bud nor Shiva & Legba , give me the response I need (want) or seem to share in my excitement. And I internalize this lack of response from them or the deafening silence on my social media as a mirror. I then turn it in on myself violently and let it say, I have useless information and little to say of value. None of this makes sense and I find myself down a deep dank hole of depression and self doubt.
Good Morning and welcome to where I am sitting in my dangerous thoughts today!
Is is not GRAND!?!
I have already spent the morning penning a kind, yet biting email to [Name of Rose supplier] for them changing up their business model and making me doubt that the roses I have on order are not going to be the type of plant (bare root vs. Potted up plants) I agreed to when ordering them. When delivery will happen because I am not at the site of the garden until at least January. NOTHING should be delivered before until Spring 24, (site said Jan-Mar 2024 I can't stand when a business in an attempt to work quickly, scans the email text, and when thinking they know what you are writing about, reply with a cut and paste answer which address, only in the broadest sense what they feel your question is, only to never answer the exact question you are asking! This happens more and more lately and I HATE IT. It pushes some button deeply instilled in me forcing me to respond. I try to be clear, yet already, I am annoyed (triggered one could say though I hate that term as well.) But I start to include my slight bitchy tone in writing without being a total outright cunt yet. So I wrote 3 times to the unnamed company. Posted to their FB group page, the one where they boarder on being a mashup of Stepford wives sweet a douche commercial. The post was NOT approved for the general audience and I was told on that group page someone would contact me today. Well as of 6 a.m. no contact and no reply to the 3rd email sent yesterday from Kenneth the cut and paste non answer answerer. So I wrote to the general Support@UNNAMEDRoseCompany and was so stevia sweet ones teeth begin to itch, very specific and dare I say cunty manor of, I thought I was dealing with a small independent company with personal service instead of a BIG BOX cookie cutter type of business perhaps I was wrong sort of musings. One of those, I know You're not THAT sort of company, I mean you're so sweet in your pastel pink and lavender barefoot Summers Eve sort of,Vaseline on the lens, way, to stoop to shitty customer service tones.
Well let's see where that gets me, in getting my questions and concerns addressed. Yes Martha, I am that type of customer.
I get it. The image and marketing of this company lead me to believe I was getting that filtered lens sort of personal, Mr Bluebird lands their finger sort of experience when in fact it is another, run of the mill insert said finger, dry, deep, past the sphincter, Past Go, and get up in there deep, into ones wallet, quick, before they notice!
The experience is good marketing and service will be what it is. once they have passed go and collected their $200 or more. Let's hope I am just moody still and overreacting some and all will get sorted out shortly
“… No gardener would be a gardener if he did not live in hope.” ~Vita Sackville-West
Anyhow that is the start of the day and my coffee is getting cold. I have packaged up the Dries Von Noten top I sold on Depop and that need to be sure to get that sent out today.
I am trying to not be so moody, I am trying to go with the flow and not live in frustration out of the bags and boxes of my things. Trying to get rid of things that once held some meaning but now I can't remember what those meanings where or my needs have changed so these things no longer have power over me... some shit like that.
Have a nice day if you can!