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The Kitten bowl was not as fun as I hoped. But Mums and Widget had fun, so that's a thing. I got mauled by the cat who lurks in my room so... that'll learn me a thing or two.
I'm a bit irked. What was it, Friday when they called it on the truck being a viable fix at any point in the foreseeable future? Yeah, Friday. Because Friday sucked massively for me. It was cigarette count (woo) and the co-worker called out. I was with the boss who actually asked, "You gonna be okay wit doing this on your own, okay good" without any break between the 'question' and her assumption. Um, no. No I do not think this is going to work because The Ice Storm kept people around here stuck in their homes for three days, and this is the first day they've been out and about and free to play and for some reason they're all coming to a drugstore! I have no back-up, I cannot count cigs and ring people up at the same time and I... fine. I'm ranting to myself here.
I couldn't even get good and resentful at the co-worker because she called in, all whacked out on pain meds because her jaw is trying to murder her. So I'd curse being alone but couldn't curse her.
The bright spot of my day was the Taco Bell Mums had picked up earlier. Only there was no mild sauce. :( And work no longer provides plates. :( And I burned my mouth on my burritos and by the time I got to the second one, it was cold again and I didn't want to burn myself once more so I just dealt with it.
The next day I got the, "and I, well you, forgot to vacuum last night..." thing which was really annoying because do you know what I was doing? Oh yeah, I was counting thousands of cigarettes! ALONE. And ringing up really annoying drunk people. ALONE. So you could have dragged out the vacuum and given the floor a once-over, because by the time I was done, I still had to do all the other things up front because for some reason she didn't face the front of 'my' aisles, or pick up the cigarettes outside, or fill the display by the register. Which I didn't mind too much when I figured she'd decided that vacuuming was just not gonna happen.
Oh, and while in the middle of counting the bottom few rows, she appears and says, "yeah, SM says that I can't be here by myself so you're gonna have to wait until morning person gets here, and she was 20 minutes late yesterday."
You know what helps with that? ASKING. I don't get it, this is a decidedly new thing because they've had the managers/shift-leads run the store for those 20 minutes before and never bitched about it. Hell, I used to come in at midnight and the 10 person called out and they'd been running register for an hour during the busiest part of the night. But now, at the dead hour, you can't be trusted alone? WTF?
I'm also cheesed off because they've been writing the overnight shift up for being late but that person clearly didn't get written up. If you're going to play the "well, that's just how __ is" card, you're going to need to not write up the people you already wrote up because they're also habitually late. If you want them to be on time, you start their shift fifteen minutes earlier (but not actually put into the system that way, just on paper) and bam, they're on time. Which they used to do, btw.
And all of this is a lead-up to the six hours I spent that morning, online, looking up cars for Mums and the boy to look out when they braved the cruel world of used car shopping. Six. HOURS. Do you know how AWFUL some of the local car places are, both in radio format and in website? Because one of those pages caused me actual PHYSICAL PAIN and did they look at a SINGLE car I found?
NOT ONE.
But I can't even tell WHAT they did because neither one will talk about it beyond a few sentences. Even I know that if, after a cursory glance around the lot, you can't find the car you saw online, you ASK SOMEONE. You tell them the stock # and have them look it up because that's their JOB. Especially any of the places on the automile. They've got a shit-ton of cars!
Then yesterday, I asked Mom for something other than "it's depressing" or the boy's, "I found a few I liked and I steered Mom away from -insert type I don't recall now- and I totally think we should get a Camry or -another type I don't recall-" and my eyes rolled out of their skull because YOU'RE NOT PAYING FOR ANY OF THIS. You don't get a say beyond, "I think this is driving a little funny" or, "Wait, wasn't this recalled?" You are there because you're a dude and that's it. You don't get a say. I'd say I'm sorry, but I'm not. You killed our last two vehicles, so no. You don't get as big an input as the car-illiterate here.
So. Back to Mom. She went on the world's longest circular conversation and I tried, really I did, to follow her but I got lost and I kept waiting for her train of thought to come back around and it never did. So, I got a bit snippy because I waited for hours for one of them to get up and have this talk with me and they didn't until I hauled my ass to bed, exhausted.
Annnnnnnnd then they didn't do anything yesterday as far as I can tell.
So fuck both of you, I ain't doing shit for this. I tried, you ignored all my work and made it a complete waste of time, and no, I'm not going to look at cars with you until you've narrowed it down to something of interest. I don't CARE for the most part what kind of car we get. My wants are simple:
I have no brand loyalty here. I don't give a shit what kind it is. I don't particularly care what color it is. Just find a damn car or three and then I'll rejoin this conversation. There are other things I might like (I did walk away from a few online offerings because if you're going to take the time to make the outside shine, you might want to rethink the seat being split open. Just a thought.)
I might've fallen in sort of love with the idea of two cars but they didn't even bother to go to Enterprise or talk to anyone at the other place, though they both claim they'll be hitting Rick Hendrick today. So I'll stay home til you guys find something you like. Shoot me a text and I'll look it up online to see if it passes the death trap qualification.
And then I'll come in and see if it passes the comfort test and we'll shred my credit for funsies, k?
I really don't think I should be car shopping while under the influence of PMS.
I'm a bit irked. What was it, Friday when they called it on the truck being a viable fix at any point in the foreseeable future? Yeah, Friday. Because Friday sucked massively for me. It was cigarette count (woo) and the co-worker called out. I was with the boss who actually asked, "You gonna be okay wit doing this on your own, okay good" without any break between the 'question' and her assumption. Um, no. No I do not think this is going to work because The Ice Storm kept people around here stuck in their homes for three days, and this is the first day they've been out and about and free to play and for some reason they're all coming to a drugstore! I have no back-up, I cannot count cigs and ring people up at the same time and I... fine. I'm ranting to myself here.
I couldn't even get good and resentful at the co-worker because she called in, all whacked out on pain meds because her jaw is trying to murder her. So I'd curse being alone but couldn't curse her.
The bright spot of my day was the Taco Bell Mums had picked up earlier. Only there was no mild sauce. :( And work no longer provides plates. :( And I burned my mouth on my burritos and by the time I got to the second one, it was cold again and I didn't want to burn myself once more so I just dealt with it.
The next day I got the, "and I, well you, forgot to vacuum last night..." thing which was really annoying because do you know what I was doing? Oh yeah, I was counting thousands of cigarettes! ALONE. And ringing up really annoying drunk people. ALONE. So you could have dragged out the vacuum and given the floor a once-over, because by the time I was done, I still had to do all the other things up front because for some reason she didn't face the front of 'my' aisles, or pick up the cigarettes outside, or fill the display by the register. Which I didn't mind too much when I figured she'd decided that vacuuming was just not gonna happen.
Oh, and while in the middle of counting the bottom few rows, she appears and says, "yeah, SM says that I can't be here by myself so you're gonna have to wait until morning person gets here, and she was 20 minutes late yesterday."
You know what helps with that? ASKING. I don't get it, this is a decidedly new thing because they've had the managers/shift-leads run the store for those 20 minutes before and never bitched about it. Hell, I used to come in at midnight and the 10 person called out and they'd been running register for an hour during the busiest part of the night. But now, at the dead hour, you can't be trusted alone? WTF?
I'm also cheesed off because they've been writing the overnight shift up for being late but that person clearly didn't get written up. If you're going to play the "well, that's just how __ is" card, you're going to need to not write up the people you already wrote up because they're also habitually late. If you want them to be on time, you start their shift fifteen minutes earlier (but not actually put into the system that way, just on paper) and bam, they're on time. Which they used to do, btw.
And all of this is a lead-up to the six hours I spent that morning, online, looking up cars for Mums and the boy to look out when they braved the cruel world of used car shopping. Six. HOURS. Do you know how AWFUL some of the local car places are, both in radio format and in website? Because one of those pages caused me actual PHYSICAL PAIN and did they look at a SINGLE car I found?
NOT ONE.
But I can't even tell WHAT they did because neither one will talk about it beyond a few sentences. Even I know that if, after a cursory glance around the lot, you can't find the car you saw online, you ASK SOMEONE. You tell them the stock # and have them look it up because that's their JOB. Especially any of the places on the automile. They've got a shit-ton of cars!
Then yesterday, I asked Mom for something other than "it's depressing" or the boy's, "I found a few I liked and I steered Mom away from -insert type I don't recall now- and I totally think we should get a Camry or -another type I don't recall-" and my eyes rolled out of their skull because YOU'RE NOT PAYING FOR ANY OF THIS. You don't get a say beyond, "I think this is driving a little funny" or, "Wait, wasn't this recalled?" You are there because you're a dude and that's it. You don't get a say. I'd say I'm sorry, but I'm not. You killed our last two vehicles, so no. You don't get as big an input as the car-illiterate here.
So. Back to Mom. She went on the world's longest circular conversation and I tried, really I did, to follow her but I got lost and I kept waiting for her train of thought to come back around and it never did. So, I got a bit snippy because I waited for hours for one of them to get up and have this talk with me and they didn't until I hauled my ass to bed, exhausted.
Annnnnnnnd then they didn't do anything yesterday as far as I can tell.
So fuck both of you, I ain't doing shit for this. I tried, you ignored all my work and made it a complete waste of time, and no, I'm not going to look at cars with you until you've narrowed it down to something of interest. I don't CARE for the most part what kind of car we get. My wants are simple:
- Automatic. You can keep your stick shift and shove it, thank you.
- No trucks. No vans. No sporty little convertibles or anything like that.
- Way better gas mileage than the truck. This shouldn't be too difficult since the truck drank $20 a day, easy.
- Comfy for me to sit in. (If it's too small for Mums, it'll be way too small for me, so again, if it passes her inspection then you should come for me.)
- Not overly expensive (and I have wiggle room on what I consider expensive, but my wiggle room extends beyond Mumsy's so she'll shut down anything before it hits my twitchy points).
- A/C and heat that work. Again, I'd like to upgrade from the truck on this point.
- Not a death trap.
I have no brand loyalty here. I don't give a shit what kind it is. I don't particularly care what color it is. Just find a damn car or three and then I'll rejoin this conversation. There are other things I might like (I did walk away from a few online offerings because if you're going to take the time to make the outside shine, you might want to rethink the seat being split open. Just a thought.)
I might've fallen in sort of love with the idea of two cars but they didn't even bother to go to Enterprise or talk to anyone at the other place, though they both claim they'll be hitting Rick Hendrick today. So I'll stay home til you guys find something you like. Shoot me a text and I'll look it up online to see if it passes the death trap qualification.
And then I'll come in and see if it passes the comfort test and we'll shred my credit for funsies, k?
I really don't think I should be car shopping while under the influence of PMS.