I’m starting to get the online ordering bug. Although I still like a trip to Macy’s on occasion, I decided to try this “Stitch Fix” thing. The idea is you answer a bunch of questions about what style of clothes you like, give them your size (your real size I assume) and they send you a box of clothes and accessories. You then have three days to keep or return and you’re only charged for what you keep. Kinda cool don’t you think? Oh and then you can pick the frequency of delivery. I decided I’d try it once a quarter. I have a base, right? (although finding out I do NOT have a winter base any more) well assuming I have a base a nice new piece every quarter is not a bad thing. My son Jimmy gets a box a month. Not from this site but anyway, it’s like a thing. Like a food box only with clothes. I was expecting my box this month. A work friend told me she used to get a box from them but she quit because they’re too expensive. Oh well. Returns are free. You only keep what you pay for.
Last night was Christmas party Bunko night. I got my grab bag gift over the weekend, made a huge tray of deviled eggs and cranberry sauce, came home early to get my laundry done (Wednesday is laundry day don’t forget) and 10 minutes before I was to head out the door I got an email from the Stitch Fix people. I was thinking that box was due around now so I looked at the email. Upon clicking a bit I found that I had until today to return the items. I’m like WHAT? WHAT???? Upon further inspection found a Fedex tracking number that boasted the package was delivered at 11:11 on Monday the 11th. Wouldn’t that have been a nice sign? yea, no. I didn’t get a box on Monday the 11th at any time. So I immediately contacted FedEx..via chat..and they asked all the questions, “did you check with neighbors, landlord, do you know if anyone has a similiar address?” Here’s the point of this story. I froze. I cried. I was shaking. I was convinced that Stitch Fix was going to drain my bank account, causing a plethora of NSF charges, one week before Christmas. Why? FedEx said I would get a call by the end of the night. I contacted them twice always promised that I would hear by the end of the night. I stayed by the phone. I didn’t go to Bunko. I was despondent. I waited up until midnight for the FedEx call that never came. I ended up accepting my fate deciding that it wouldn’t be the first time my kids didn’t get anything for Christmas.
Today I went to work, head hanging low, deviled eggs and cranberry sauce in tow for the office. Brenda, my fellow Bunkoette was out today. Must have been one wild Christmas party. Dammmit. Anyway, I called FedEx from my office, yelled a bit and sent 3 emails to Stitch Fix. I finally told Kathy (work friend) what happened and she said “you’re just catastrophizing” I’m like WHAT? Feeling immediate relief I said, “is that a thing”? Catastrophizing? And she said Yep, it’s when you assume a situation is going to have a catastrophic outcome. No shit…I do that all the time!! And it’s a thing? You mean I’m not just a loser? I have a condition? I can’t tell you how happy this made me. I mean if I’m a loser I really just have to accept that. BUT if I have a cognitive disorder, well then there’s a cure!!! Right? Catastrophizing is a cognitive distortion, see? Look here – you can look it up yourself: https://healthypsych.com/psychology-tools-what-are-cognitive-distortions/
I mean how great is this? I don’t know that I’ll ever be invited back to Bunko (catastrophizing) and I really do feel sad about that but knowing that I have something wrong with me is making me feel alot better. And people at the office loved my deviled eggs. So there’s that.
As you might imagine I continued thinking about my newfound disorder during the day. Happily seeing where it does and doesn’t apply. I don’t catastrophize about everything but I am seeing patterns where I do. I would say in most areas of my life I do NOT catastrophize but anyone that read my blog last year when I moved in with mom, well let me tell you, I was the epitome of catastrophizing. Kinda rolls off the tongue when you say it out loud doesn’t it? Catastrophizing. Anyway, when I told Robin the word she was a little excited too and went right to her computer to Google it. She said “I do that too!” That Kathy, she was the star of the office today.
I can hear Diane now saying “you’re not crazy for catastrophizing, you’re crazy for being happy about it.” Right Di? Well once you know something you can do something about it. I can stop it. I can say, wait a minute…don’t do that thing that you do. You know, going right into talking to myself…piling up the crazy.
Stitch Fix sent me three lovely emails today and the end result is they are sending me another box. No problem they said, don’t worry about it, the other box was lost in transit, blah blah. The box could have been taken off the porch. I mean it is Christmas and central Florida is….well let’s just say it’s not like it’s unheard of, but so far I get my Purple Carrot boxes with no problems ever, I’ve had several other deliveries and no problems so I just want them to try sending it again to my house. They are NOT going to drain my bank account. I am not going to be punished at all. I could have gone to Bunko. I could have slept and not waited up for that stupid FedEx call that never came” Well, wait if I wouldn’t have catastrophized in the first place then I wouldn’t have the condition. Then I’d have nothing to celebrate today. Hmmm.
The brain is quite an anomaly. 🙂