Cheese With Your Whine?
8.04.2005
Thank God for LexaproWarning: This is a vent. Stop reading right now if you don’t want to hear me whine.
I have just about had it with stupid people today.
I had to go to Micro Center today and buy a computer for here at the office. I take off with a check (that I am authorized to sign) get my stuff and go to the check out. The girl rings up my purchase, which takes forever, because there’s a lot, tells me the total and I write the check – it’s only $1100, not much. Then she looks at it and calls over a manager. He says that he will have to get approval. Fine. Do what you gotta do, chief. So he goes all the way to the office and then comes back and says he can’t accept it and did I want to use another form of payment. No, stupid. I want to use the one I just gave you.
So he calls another 800 number, gets transferred to small business, which gives him a 900 number. Of course, they’re not allowed to call 900 numbers. So I’m standing there with a cart full of crap that I really need and Doogie Houser isn’t going to take my check. I swear the kid was 15. Finally I called our banking officer at Chase, who was not happy. (“Cassy we don’t do verifications”) but talks to the guy and he agrees to take the darn thing.
Finally, the ordeal is over. Or is it?? The chick has to re-ring everything I have. Which means taking it all out of the bags. It took me 45 MINUTES TO FLIPPING CHECK OUT.
That manager should call my doctor and thank her for putting me on Lexapro. I so wanted to rip him a new one. We have spent about $10K there over the last month and now all of the sudden you can’t take my check??? I told him I was never going back and that I would tell everyone I know not to. So now I’m telling you. Don’t go.
So, I’m on the way back, hungry, and pass a McDonald’s. Trying to be a good girl, I order a chicken sandwich meal. Guess how much. $6.00 – highway robbery. Not to age myself or anything, but I remember buying a QPC meal for 3 bucks. Those were the days.
Eventually, I made it back here and Jorge, one of the guys who works on the floor of the store asked me if I had been shopping. That tells you how bad what I had was. I say yes, and with googly eyes that make me feel like I’m being undressed he tells me that I look nice. This makes me a bit uncomfy, knowing that dude is married, so I make some comment about having to buy stuff that fits my post-baby body. His reply:
“Well, you’re not fat, just thick and juicy.”
Thanks, man.
What else…
Oh yeah, stupid petty stuff going on with someone in my Yahoo! Group.
And the irony of it all…..I get a call from the guy who did the printing for my one and only issue of Neighborhood Savings. This is someone that I still owe money to, because I am still owed money. It is the same person who earlier this week left a message on my phone saying that he was going to have to get attorneys involved and call the people who advertised with me and tell them I’m not paying my bills because surely they’ve paid me. So I had sent him an email yesterday explaining the situation and he offered me a job. Are you smokin crack, dude? I mean, really…would YOU offer me a job in that situation??
I guess I just have to take Kellie's philosophy that tomorrow IS another day. Thank God.
