My trip to Food 4 Less was a mess; I had to chase my nephew because he took off and ran out into the parking lot. When I caught up with him I spanked him till he had tears. Thank God he didn’t get hit by a car cause I would have had to go into hiding to keep my sister from killing me. My favorite moments are when dumb folks try to get smart. For example, I was in Food 4 Less trying to get some movies out of the rental machine, when this chick and her man says “Excuse me, can you let me though.” Of course I had to side eye her because it was after
Today was not a good day, I paid for my Daughter’s camp and I just knew that I was going to get my full amount back, and to my shock they pro-rated it and decided that they were going to give me my money back over a period of three months, even though I had enough to cover the full cost. They are so lucky that they are all the way in California, because I was so mad that I would have left the office early and paid them a visit in person, which would of resulted in me being ignorant and tearing something up in there. I spoke with a supervisor who gave me some mess about services not being rendered yet, and they couldn’t pay because of some IRS rules. I got so upset that a full-contact hug from the cutie at FED-EX didn’t even help me to calm down.
To top it off I had enough from all the nutty ass folks who want computer reservations. Someone had made the suggestion that I take all the incoming calls for our Organization; and when I find that person they are getting a beat down. There is no way I could maintain what is left of my sanity, if I had to do that all day. 89.9% of the people who call in have issues, major ones that require the help of a specialist. I get all kinds of weird situations: regulars who know that I need their account number, and then they act surprised that I asked them for it, folks who rattle off their whole entire day’s plans for a few minutes so that they can decide, and then there are the stupid ones. When I tell them there is time available at 1, 3, 5, & 7 they ask for a time that I didn’t mention, and then I have to repeat myself so that it can click in my mind that there is no time available. Days like this make me realize that I need to find a way to go back to school so I don’t have to take this mess anymore.
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