So today pretty much sucked ass.
First, on my way to the elevator, I hear it open, and someone got on. As I got to the stairs to get to it, the doors close. The bastard knew I was coming, and didn't bother to hold the elevator for 5 seconds so I could ride down.
Then, on my drive to work, every slow-ass driver was in front of me, driving stupid.
I get to work 2 minutes late, and have to sit through the production meeting where Albert interrupts Sandy to ask her a question that she was in the process of answering. This happened numerous times. I'm guessing that he was high, since he kept asking stupid questions that had obvious answers.
About an hour after arriving, I answered the phone, only to hear the guy on the other end say, "can you hold on?" and proceed to talk really loudly with someone in his office. I felt like hanging up. Upon reflection, I should have, since when he finally deigned to converse with me, he kept interrupting my answers to his questions to ask me another question. What really got me was his last question: "What's your phone number?" Umm, gee, let me think, YOU JUST DIALED IT, JACKASS!
I had a killer headache, and I'm pretty sure it was from lack of caffeine, and I didn't have any cash to get a Dr Pepper.
About noon I felt hungry, and was about to go eat, but a customer came in, so I had to help her. I should have passed her off to Chris. She was extremely loud, and not very polite. In her own words, she was a bitch. So I worked up a price for her for her son's wedding invitations. She then had to head off to get her paper cut to a size we could handle, and get the credit card number to charge it to. I was finally able to go to lunch at 1:20 pm.
I ate my lunch, and had just started getting some more work done when she came back. Oh, I forgot to mention, she kept having to run out to her Jeep to get things. Each time she did, she'd try to get in to our store by pushing on our door, when it's clearly marked "pull" in two different places. She must have expected it to switch to a push on her while she was outside. So anyway, I charged her card, and started her job through the system.
My headache wasn't getting any better, so I scrounged in my drawer and found enough change to go get a Dr Pepper. It didn't help.
Bitchy woman called later questioning the price. She said it was much higher than what she'd been told over the phone. I told her that what she'd been told over the phone must have been an estimate, since we can't know for sure what a job will entail w/o seeing the particulars. I later confirmed with Guy that she wasn't even given a rough estimate.
And to top it all off, today was my first wedding anniversary, and I didn't get anything for my wife, because we're broke, and I didn't expect anything from her, but she expected something from me, so now I feel like shit.
First, on my way to the elevator, I hear it open, and someone got on. As I got to the stairs to get to it, the doors close. The bastard knew I was coming, and didn't bother to hold the elevator for 5 seconds so I could ride down.
Then, on my drive to work, every slow-ass driver was in front of me, driving stupid.
I get to work 2 minutes late, and have to sit through the production meeting where Albert interrupts Sandy to ask her a question that she was in the process of answering. This happened numerous times. I'm guessing that he was high, since he kept asking stupid questions that had obvious answers.
About an hour after arriving, I answered the phone, only to hear the guy on the other end say, "can you hold on?" and proceed to talk really loudly with someone in his office. I felt like hanging up. Upon reflection, I should have, since when he finally deigned to converse with me, he kept interrupting my answers to his questions to ask me another question. What really got me was his last question: "What's your phone number?" Umm, gee, let me think, YOU JUST DIALED IT, JACKASS!
I had a killer headache, and I'm pretty sure it was from lack of caffeine, and I didn't have any cash to get a Dr Pepper.
About noon I felt hungry, and was about to go eat, but a customer came in, so I had to help her. I should have passed her off to Chris. She was extremely loud, and not very polite. In her own words, she was a bitch. So I worked up a price for her for her son's wedding invitations. She then had to head off to get her paper cut to a size we could handle, and get the credit card number to charge it to. I was finally able to go to lunch at 1:20 pm.
I ate my lunch, and had just started getting some more work done when she came back. Oh, I forgot to mention, she kept having to run out to her Jeep to get things. Each time she did, she'd try to get in to our store by pushing on our door, when it's clearly marked "pull" in two different places. She must have expected it to switch to a push on her while she was outside. So anyway, I charged her card, and started her job through the system.
My headache wasn't getting any better, so I scrounged in my drawer and found enough change to go get a Dr Pepper. It didn't help.
Bitchy woman called later questioning the price. She said it was much higher than what she'd been told over the phone. I told her that what she'd been told over the phone must have been an estimate, since we can't know for sure what a job will entail w/o seeing the particulars. I later confirmed with Guy that she wasn't even given a rough estimate.
And to top it all off, today was my first wedding anniversary, and I didn't get anything for my wife, because we're broke, and I didn't expect anything from her, but she expected something from me, so now I feel like shit.
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