Jerks

I want to rant and rave about the stupid mean people at work tonight, so bare with me through this.

Apparently all the crazies wanted pizza tonight. Apparently all the crazies wanted to complain about their pizza, too. Either complain or make a scene. The joy started off with a jerk named Scott. Scott was apparently his last name. I have no idea what his first name is. Mr. Scott claims to have called and talked to "some guy" Saturday night about his pizzas being messed up and what not. We didn't have a credit or anything written down for him, so I told him I couldn't just be giving him free pizzas because he says so. I wasn't so blunt or rude about it, but that was the general idea. He told me that I needed to call the managers from Saturday night and talk to them about it. So, in order to not have to lie to him when he called back, I did call them. Neither of them remembered ever talking to this guy or anything about his pizzas. When he called back I told him I could give him 25% off his order, but that was the best I could do for him. He started rambling off about numbers and $8.50 and 35 dollars and whatnot and wouldn't stop. I told him I didn't know how much money he was going to get off until he told me what he was ordering and he screamed "OH GOD!" at me and hung up. Whatever, he can be pissy.

Shortly thereafter somebody called to tell me that his pizza had mushrooms all over it and they are nasty and he didn't order them and he hates them and they ruined his entire experience. I told him I was sorry and that he could either bring the pizza back tonight and we'd replace it for him, or he could bring back at least 75% of it next time he came in and we'd replace it for him then. He told me about how that was inconveniencing him a second time and about how that's an ignorant policy. Ignorant it may be, but it's the company's policy, not mine. I don't think it's ignorant anyway. We can't just be handing out free food willy nilly. We'd be broke. Anyway, I told him that I was sorry it was inconveniencing him, but it's written right on the box his pizza is in and it's our policy, the company's, not mine. He responded with something like, "I know it's not your policy. I know you're not writing this stuff. You're the lowest of the low of management in this company." Stupid asshat. He doesn't know me. He has no idea what my position is in the company. And that doesn't matter anyway. I could be the autistic busboy for all he cares. If he wants free food from me he doesn't need to be calling me worthless. But whatever, I got his name and some stuff and slammed the phone down after he hung up. He didn't get the wrath of my anger, but making a lot of noise made me feel better.

I think some other kind-of-annoying things happened in between this and the next incident, but I don't quite recall them in much detail. Later on, though, a bunch of kids were playing in the game room and one of them started screaming and crying. I didn't think much of it, as kids are wont to do that sort of thing when they don't get their way. But she kept going. One of the girls in the kitchen went out to check out what was going on. Apparently the little girl's hand was stuck in the trinket machine. Nobody knew what to do so Emily got me. It took me a moment to think of what the hell I was supposed to do with this. For a little while I thought I was going to have to call the fire department or something to get this girl's hand out of the machine. Finally something in my brain clicked back in gear and I asked her if she was holding on to anything inside the machine. She started laughing and pulled her hand right out. She was faking it the whole damn time. Screaming and crying and making a big freaking scene and not one thing was actually wrong. Even more annoying than her little prank was her father's reaction to it. He did nothing. NOTHING. He just giggled and they went along their merry way. This kid pulled two people out of the kitchen with her screaming and crying and carrying on and not one damn thing was wrong with her and her dad just laughed. Maybe someone needs to read The Boy Who Cried Wolf to her. Grrr.

Facts

It is 2:03 in the morning.
I am hungry.
I think it would be fun to go bowling sometime in the near future.
I want the Reds fleece blanket they are giving away on April 21
My ear itches a little.
I have the next two days off work and am pumped.
It is not so freezing outside and that makes me happy.
My face was eaten by a dinosaur.
Ellie is asleep on the floor next to me.
I spend way too much time at Walmart.

Not Exactly

Vacation Version 2007 didn't go quite as planned. Instead of going to Kentucky we went to Cincinnati, which is fun, but still in Ohio. I got to go do something in a somewhat unfamiliar place, though. I could have pretended we were in any place I wanted I suppose, since I know almost nothing about Cincinnati, except the area immediately surrounding Great American Ball Park. Apparently ballpark is really supposed to be one word, but Great American is so cool it requires two.

Anywho, though we didn't make it out of the state, our attempt was entertaining anyway.

Now I am freezing and have decided to go to bed. It's like 3:30 in the morning, after all.

Oh! One more thing! Walmart should have more than one person available to operate a cash register even at 1 in the morning. The people in front of us tonight had three carts full of crap. We would have been in line for an hour if we had felt it was worth the wait. What silly jerks. There are plenty of people wandering around the store with nothing to do. Surely one of them could have run another lane. And if not, why can't they have one or two of the self-checkout lanes open? That's all K-Mart has open at the end of their night.

Vacation Version 2007

So, I'm all jealous of people who get to go on actual vacations around now-ish. I can't afford to take the time off work so I don't get to go on for real vacation. As a result, I feel like going out of town this weekend. The craziest thing happened when I decided that. I told people I wanted to go to Newport, so that's what we're doing this weekend. Who'd have thought that if you said you wanted to do something other people might actually agree?! Perhaps I should try this more often. I usually just wait for someone to tell me to do something.

I don't know what we're going to do in Newport. There's not much to do outside of drinking at Haufbrauhaus or however it's spelled. I like the aquarium, but I think I might be the only one. I'm also not sure it's open in the evenings. I know it closes around 6 during the week, probably not much later on weekends. I should check that out, though. I could start practicing this whole telling people what I want to do thing.

Something Just Went Bump in my House

I think I made the kiddies at work mad tonight. I've decided that I'm tired of getting in trouble for stupid shit they do, so I'm making them follow the rules to the letter. They seem to think that's unfair. But, I follow the rules, too, so at least I'm not being a hypocrite. I often let them make a pizza and eat it in the back, but I'm sick of having them all standing in the back while I run the kitchen by myself, so no more pizza eating unless they're on break, which is how it's supposed to be anyway. We all got tired of cleaning up their glasses all over the store, so now nobody gets drinks unless they drink them at the bar and put the glass away themselves, which is how it's supposed to be anyway. I got in trouble last week because the employee bathroom smelled like smoke, so now everyone gets to clock out and go out to the dumpster to smoke, which is how it's supposed to be anyway. They all get pissy about it, but they're just going to have to deal. Jacci's going to be a giant, rule-following bitch now. No one's going to want to work with her at all.

KerSPLAT

I splatted an opossum all over my car tonight. The stupid thing just appeared in the road in front of my car and I couldn't do anything to avoid him. I did hit the brakes, so it's possible he didn't actually die when I hit him, which I'd actually feel pretty bad about. It sounded like he exploded, though. A big, juicy rodent explosion. That's so gross. He shouldn't have been practicing his Houdini act in the middle of a heavily traveled state route. But at least I didn't smack this one in the face.

Done With Winter

I think I'm done with winter. I usually love the season. I love snow, I don't really mind the cold (I prefer it to hot all the time). This year, however, I'm pretty much done with it. I'm tired of never being able to go anywhere on my days off because the roads are covered in ice. I'm also tired of wondering if work is going to call me at 9:30 in the morning because everyone called off again. 9:30 is kind of early when you work 2nd shift, especially when you don't go to bed until 4 or 5. I should probably stop doing that.

Anyway, I'm ready for spring. I'm ready for being able to go outside without taking ten minutes to get ready. I'm ready to stop looking for my gloves every time I leave the house. I'm really ready to get rid of all the salt and other road gunk on my pretty car (though I'm not looking forward to the increase in the number of birds and their droppings).

In short, BOO WINTER!! YAY SPRING!!!!

Think They'll Let Me Have The Overtime Again?

I'm thinking of changing my address to my work address. I pretty much live there these days. I should stop being so agreeable. Any time someone calls and asks me to work for them I say yes, even when I don't really want to. Take tomorrow, for example. I was all pumped about having two days off in a row, but someone called and my "weekend" was cut in half. It didn't have to be. I could have said no. I know this. But I didn't. I always say yes. And it really doesn't bother me that much. I always think that it will be nice to have nothing to do, but when I have a night off, all I do is walk around the house trying to find something to do. Often that turns into a trip to Walmart. So, at least at work there are plenty of things to do. I think I'm going to sit on my ass all night, though.

Going in tomorrow gives me 6 days this week, which inevitably means overtime, which Marion's does not like to pay. I predict that I will not be allowed to have it this week, as I had a few hours of overtime last week, because, once again, people called and said they needed me and I predictably said yes. Granted, Tuesday it was pretty dire. Either I came in or we didn't open. The situation isn't exactly dire this time. Not for the store anyway, just for the person I'm working for. They'll probably make me leave early on Friday. Boo.

I Want to go to Key West

My mom was supposed to be back from Key West an hour ago. I was waiting up for her so I could say hi before she goes to work tomorrow. I let the dog in so she could bug her, too. I keep seeing lights going by the house, but none of them are her. She is going to be quite tired at school tomorrow.

I'm all excited about baseball again. I thought my interest had kind of disappeared over the winter, but I was wrong. I heard an ad for Reds' season tickets on the radio today and got all excited. Not that I'm going to buy season tickets. Those are EXPENSIVE.

I'm going to go watch TV and wait for Mom. The computer is hurting my eyes.

H-okay, so

Alright, so I went and did the MySpace thing. Here it is. Yes, I am now, officially, a MySpace whore. I never wanted to be, but here I am, whoring it up.

Rambling at Midnight

Here comes snowy stuff, here comes snowy stuff, right down Snowy Stuff Lane. It doesn't care if you're rich or poor, it buries you just the same.

I don't remember any more words to the actual song, so I can't make up any fake ones. Anyway, Mega Blizzard '07 is on its way and I want to stay up and see it. I shouldn't do that because I'll probably have to be at work tomorrow and I should probably be awake while I'm there. It sounds like nobody is planning on being at work tomorrow. Except David and me. At least there'll be two of us.

Some silly schools have already decided to close tomorrow and it hasn't even started snowing yet. That is ridiculous. I understand that most schools will probably be closed tomorrow as there's going to be a bunch of the white stuff about, but closing before a single snowflake falls?

I want it to start snowing now so I can see some big fatty flakes and go to sleep.

Also, I somehow keep managing to kill AOL. It keeps freezing up on me and that's not nice. You hear that AOL? NOT NICE!

Thank you. That is all. Good night.

I Missed January

I tried to keep up with my once monthly postings, but last month I couldn't. I tried, but the stupid thing told me I had the wrong username and/or password. It was lying, but it kept up its lie long enough to prevent me from getting anything up here for the month of January. Granted, since the only time I tried was the 31st, it didn't have to lie for long.

Anyway, still nothing of interest going on. I'm just writing to make sure this thing still recognizes me.

Winter has finally arrived. That's interesting for me. I love snow. And I love cold. I'm not so sure I love 0 degrees, but since I complained all of last month about how it was too warm, I suppose I'll suck it up and deal with it.

This is so damned uninteresting. The most exciting thing going on right now is the 4 inches of snow in the yard? That's pretty boring. I need to do exciting things. Maybe I'll go hunt grizzly bears in the woods out back. I'm sure they live out there. It's why the deer have stopped coming around. They're either scared or eaten. That's probably what got Red Cat, too. Bastards. I'll bring Ellie with me. She can learn to be a fearless hunter instead of a wuss who hides behind me every time she hears something she doesn't recognize.

We'll have to learn to track the grizzlies. Nothing around here has feet that big, though, so I think we've got that covered. Big feet = Grizzly Bear.

YAY!!!!!!!!!!

An update! Hooray! Guess what I've been doing! A fat lot of nothing! Hooray! There's an update for ya. Not that you learned anything from it, but now y'all can quit your bitching. Okay, I lied, I'll try to do a for real update-y thing. But really, I haven't done anything of interest. My birthday is in a little over two weeks, but that's not really that exciting anymore. AOL refuses to allow me any paragraph breaks. That's annoying. Did I ever mention that we got two cats? We did. Red Cat and Grey Cat. But now Red Cat is gone. He was probably eaten by a coyote or something. Now we just have Grey Cat. Grey Cat likes to wake me up by slicing my eyes with his claws. Then he gets to take a flight out of my room. He always comes back though. He's not so smart. My pretty new car is still pretty. See, told you nothing interesting was going on. Oh! Marion's burned down. The one at the Dayton Mall, not the one I work at, but still, that's kind of interesting. I guess it didn't exactly burn down, as the building is still there, but it's pretty much a total loss and they're going to have to rebuild it. I guess the powers that be had been discussing building another store in Springboro or Troy, but that'll have to be put on hold for a bit. It's probably going to take a year or so to rebuild the store at the mall. Not to mention a lot of money. Yay insurance! That's another thing. I get to start paying for my own health insurance now because I can't get it through work until June. And now mom's bringing me McDonald's fries. Hooray for healthy!

Did You Know?

Did you know that Marion's has a website? I didn't. Craziness.

Je Deteste le Dial-Up

Hooray for ignoring Blogger for a month plus a few days! During this time people at work have calmed down, Tipp City showed me why everyone calls it Tipp Shitty, I got some new wheels (in more than one way), the stupid Cardinals won the World Series, I found a sobriety checkpoint, and the Browns won two games.

Further Explanations:

Tipp City
Tipp City has, at two different times, annoyed the hell out of me. Last week their high school cross country team and all of the other people associated with it came in without bothering to make any kind of reservation or even say "Hey, we've got about 75 people here, is there enough space?" It's not really a big deal, we have enough space. It's just nice to know that tons of people might be coming.

Yesterday their high school marching band came in. They were kind enough to call in their reservation two weeks ahead of time. Hooray for that! However, they said 200 people. That's a lot, and it's irritating, but we can handle 200 people (if they are wise enough to realize that it takes a while to make pizzas for 200 people, which they weren't). However, they underestimated by about 150 people, which brings us awfully close to our maximum capacity if it doesn't take us over. Somebody (probably pissed about the hour they were going to have to wait for their pizza) called the fire department and complained about the number of people in the building. So, we have 350 people when we were told 200, we can't close the store to other customers, so who knows how many people we actually have, everybody's running around like crazy trying to find all the orders (because many people called them in early), Tony's dealing with the fire chief and can't find anything that says what our official capacity is because it is brilliantly not posted anywhere in the building, and everybody's pizzas are well done because the only place we have to set them when they come off the conveyor is in the stone ovens. Yay planning!

At some point some bus driver lady walks into the kitchen telling me that she wants to pick up the bus drivers' pizzas. I told her I'm sorry but she'd have to wait in line like everybody else. She looked irritated and got in line. Once she got though the line she told Ashley that the bus drivers got free pizza, Ashley told her no, so got pissy, I went and told her no, she told me we always do it, I told her we have never done that, and she says "But they do it for us all the time here." I said, "No one said anything to me about free pizzas for bus drivers and I can't do that if no one told me I could." She gets all huffy puffy and says, "Fine! Just give me two of the pizzas, then!" Which we did and that was that.

Tony got to deal with the man who was telling our bartenders how he was going to kick someone's ass because it was taking so long to get his pizza. Apparently he didn't see the other 350 people in front of him.

New Wheels
The first way I got new wheels was actually buying new tires because two of the Corsica's blew out within a week of each other. We figured it was about time the thing got new tires.

The second way I got new wheels was buying a new car. It's a beautiful Cobalt. It's blue. Chevy calls it Laser Blue, though, which sounds pretty cool. Also, if you are in the Dayton area and want a new car, don't go to Martin Chevrolet. They are jerks. They didn't tell me anything about the cars I looked at, tried to tell me that 37,000 miles isn't that many for a 2 year old car (that they were selling for more than a brand new one everywhere else), and the guy behind the desk was ultra rude to me when all I was talking to him about was what color car I might like. I did not get a car from them. I got it from Joe Johnson in Troy. They were much nicer. And they had the exact car I wanted. Hooray!

Sobriety Checkpoint
Saturday (technically Sunday, since it was 2 AM), while driving home after dinner and Soft Rock, I discovered a sobriety checkpoint. All I saw, though, were flashing lights, all the cars in front of me stopping, and no cars coming toward me. I figured it was a wreck, so my brilliant ass pulls into a driveway and turns around, a highly suspicious move. As soon as I turn around the police come after me. The woman comes up to my car and says, "Hi, I'm so and so from Clay Township police. Why were you, uh, uh..." and I said, "Turning around?" and she said, "Yes." I told her that I thought it was a wreck and I didn't want to get stuck in it. She said that it was a sobriety checkpoint. She asked me if I had been drinking and I said "Yeah, about three hours ago." She said, "How many did you have?" I said, "One" which isn't entirely true, but I only had about half of the rum and coke and the amaretto sour hardly counts, as it was nearly all sour. Anyway, she responds with, "Oh, the infamous one," at which point I nearly explode with rage. She does the follow my finger with your eyes test and apparently my eyes were quite shaky, so she went back to her car to run my license and all that good stuff, called over another cop, and made me get out of my car, do the eye thing again, which I guess they were still shaky, but she didn't say anything to me. Then she made me stand on one foot and count to 30 and walk in a straight line and turn around and such. I did all those just fine (because I was not inebriated). Miss Police told me I could go back to my car and I asked her if my eyes could be bouncy because I'm tired and she said, "Yeah, that could do it." I said, "Oh, okay, because I am exhausted." I wanted to ask her exactly how reliable that test is, then, at 2 in the morning, but I figured I should just go.

I'm The Boss

Marion's done gone and made me a manager. Yay for more money! Boo for dealing with bitchy customers and check out! Also boo on everyone there that doesn't believe me. Everybody kept asking if I was a manager now and to most of them I just said yes. However, I told Eryn that I had spilled bleach on my shirt and it turned blue. She believed me. Nathan thought it was just for a day and promptly flipped out when I told him it was forever. The only person at work who congratulated me was Amy. Everybody else just said, "That's gonna be weird." No freaking kidding! It's going to be a while before they take me seriously as the boss. Not the boss boss, just a peon boss.

Tonight I will hopefully get shirts that fit. Yesterday I got hand-me-down shirts from other people. The shirts are men's neck sizes. The one I wore last night was a 17 1/2. It went down to my knees.

Doing cash pulls sucks. Counting down the drawers sucks. Remembering all the crap we have to do with the computer system sucks. Trying to make people do what I tell them sucks. At least I can remember the code for the alarm. And I get my own manager's card (with nifty cool retractable string) and keys tonight!

Tonight it's just me and Levi. That's going to be interesting. Levi does not yet know that I get to wear the same color shirt he does.

Happy Day After Talk Like a Pirate Day, Me Matey!

Apparently letting the dog in the house has become a point of contention between my dad and me. I don't know why, but he's always upset when I let her in for some reason, and not when my mom lets her in. Let it be known before I tell this story that he never said "Don't let the dog in." He said, "She can stay outside." Son of a gun, I can't put in new paragraphs because AOL is a POS. I apologize for the lack of paragraph breaks. Anyway, on with the story. Ellie was outside and wanted to come inside. Dad says, "She can stay outside." Mom says, "She'll just jump on the door and tear up the screen." I let her in. All is well and good for a little while. My parents are watching NCIS, I'm in my room watching Dancing with the Stars because I'm a dork like that. All of a sudden, dad comes tromping down the hall and I hear "I told you to leave her outside!" I don't recall what I said, if anything. Then dad launches into a big, long tirade about how I'm supposed to do what he says and he doesn't like me doing whatever I want and I may be 24 years old but as long as I live in his house I'm going to do what he says, not what I want. My clever, mature response? "Fine. And I'm not 24."

CORRECTION

I let as many people as I have phone numbers know this yesterday (except Scott, because the phone number I have for him won't reach him in Italy (I don't think)), but the gathering of people will be Saturday at my house. It is for sure, so you will be there.

RAWR!

Tomorrow

I'm thinking about having people over to my house tomorrow evening. Just to let you all know. I don't know for sure yet. I'll figure it out tonight. I almost posted directions to my house, but then I thought better of it. You never know what kind of creepy stalkers might be out there. It's supposed to be a really nice day. And probably a nice evening as well.

Announcement

In order to participate in whatever activities are planned for this coming Labor Day weekend, I hereby renounce my evil J-Namer ways and have changed my name to Buttercup. That is all.