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I was checking email today, and a bit befuddled because my AARP membership, according to my email, was about to auto-renew. Wait, I signed up for AARP? I mean, I’m old enough, but I’m petty, and when I first retired, I wanted to join the Retired Persons association, but they wouldn’t let me then, because I wasn’t old enough, even tho they _would_ let people who most definitely _were not retired_ sign up.
I felt like this was lacking in integrity (see: I’m petty, above), so I still don’t sign up. Also, I have a blanket disapproval of chasing discounts _that only applies to me and R._. It’s a complicated disapproval involving time management, stuff management and cognitive load (which is to say, _he_ wants me to get discounts, but he never actually has the discount at hand when needed, and somehow that becomes my job. I lose my temper, and I’m like, what about this discount was worth a walkitout meltdown, and we have an involved conversation about a variety of things and it’s unpleasant. Altho these days, I tend to tell Bible Story about Gleaning, instead, and the importance of NOT extracting all the value for yourself). Anyway.
It’s not my AARP membership. Somebody with the middle initial J., in Kentucky, signed up and it really was going to auto-renew because there was a credit card associated with the account. So I canceled and explained why. That’s not a me problem, and that’s probably the easiest way to escalate it to something that is legible and fixable when the person whose account it is calls someone on the phone and asks what happened to their AARP account.
At least it’s not a memory problem on my account. I was like, I don’t remember signing up for AARP. And I felt like I would have (see: I’m petty, above).
It’s supposed to be really hot today.
I felt like this was lacking in integrity (see: I’m petty, above), so I still don’t sign up. Also, I have a blanket disapproval of chasing discounts _that only applies to me and R._. It’s a complicated disapproval involving time management, stuff management and cognitive load (which is to say, _he_ wants me to get discounts, but he never actually has the discount at hand when needed, and somehow that becomes my job. I lose my temper, and I’m like, what about this discount was worth a walkitout meltdown, and we have an involved conversation about a variety of things and it’s unpleasant. Altho these days, I tend to tell Bible Story about Gleaning, instead, and the importance of NOT extracting all the value for yourself). Anyway.
It’s not my AARP membership. Somebody with the middle initial J., in Kentucky, signed up and it really was going to auto-renew because there was a credit card associated with the account. So I canceled and explained why. That’s not a me problem, and that’s probably the easiest way to escalate it to something that is legible and fixable when the person whose account it is calls someone on the phone and asks what happened to their AARP account.
At least it’s not a memory problem on my account. I was like, I don’t remember signing up for AARP. And I felt like I would have (see: I’m petty, above).
It’s supposed to be really hot today.