The Sadness Will Last Forever

I am up to $1400 in sales this week. So, of course, several people come out of the woodwork to piss me right the fuck off.

First is a woman who claims the vase I sent her is "too thick" and she wants to return it, but she of course does not want to pay for the return shipping. Not two minutes after I get done with my exchange with her, then someone has opened a case without contacting me first.

A box I sent him has been marked as "delivered" However, said box was not on his porch when he arrived home in Colorado. Somehow this is my New England dwelling ass's fault. Apparently, each time I send out a package, I should accompany said package to its destination and wait until the buyer is home, and opens the package before I can say I am done with the transaction.

This, on top of opening a jar I am selling and find a rather large glaze skip at the bottom of it last night should be the three anger causing agents of this week. Because it always seems to be three, sometimes it's more, but hopefully not. And I was in such a good mood this morning because things were finally looking up...silly me.