let's talk about yesterday.

Yesterday was one of the most redonkulous days. You know, those days that just don't seem to get any better?  Everything I was trying to do was going wrong. I had big plans to finally attempt to finish up a client's web project and half way through, their server decides to block my IP address for too much activity on the site (duh, I'm re-doing the site, there's going to be a ton of activity from me). For you non-techy nerds, that means that I can't access anything on the website until someone decides to unblock it.

Alright, great... so can't finish that project, I'll move onto the next.  I decided to take some new product shots of my Wonder Forest donuts to list. Got those done, went to list. Storenvy wouldn't let me into my admin area for some unknown reason. After about ten failed attempts and some chats with the awesome people over there, it was a mystery. Great, can't finish that task either.

I then decided to pack up some Fawn & Flora orders. I have this handy new postage meter/scale thing that lets me print out lettermail labels in an instant.  I normally do all my parcel mailings through Paypal or the Canada Post website, but I wanted to get this meter hooked up for parcel mailings so that I could pay for shipping directly with funds on my meter. Are you still with me?  Anyways, I follow my postal rep's instructions on paying for parcels with my meter and it doesn't work. There is no option for me to pay with my meter anywhere.  I spend about an hour messing around with their online tools and a shipping program with no luck. Finally I contact a rep again. "Oh," she says, "You need to get Canada Post to change your contract to allow meter billing and then after 24 hours you will be able to use it." Why couldn't you have just told me this in the first place? Alright so I call and after waiting on hold for half an hour I get frustrated and hang up. I have no patience.

Dustin comes home from work with the mail. I have a notice saying my orders I sent out are being held at the post office. Great. I know what this means... not enough postage or something. I was afraid of this when I got this silly meter.  Not just that, but they decided to hold the mail at a post office that isn't our resident one. One that opens later and closes earlier. Which means that I have no way of picking the stuff up because I only have the car when D comes home, which is after they close.

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Overall, yesterday was a plain joke. Does life throw these days at us on purpose?  To see how we deal with them? If that's the case, then I'm still learning. But I do know this...

Despite all of the bad days, all of the trials we're faced, I am still hopeful that everything will work itself out. It will work out because it has to work out. This is life and it keeps on moving. Sometimes you have those days like my yesterday, where it feels like you're running backwards on a conveyer belt.  Sometimes it takes a fall to encourage you to pick yourself back up, grab your sneakers, and get moving in the right direction.  

I've got my sneakers, I'm just waiting for this broken conveyer belt to be fixed.