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Sears.
21:35 Aug 28 2007
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Came to work this morning and I went to get a drink. Now- the office has this little small old dorm size refrigerator. The kind that has the ice tunnel you call a freezer at the top, were you have to chip away the build up? Yes- it is that old. Well I have been wanting a new one. Not a dorm room size, but a small little one with its own freezer dept. were I can have ice.
Dream of a tall glass of ice when I return to the office, wet from sweat. I know it’s almost fall, but damn it… I want a icemaker damn it!!
So I went to Sears on Saturday as I was working anyway, picked out the one I wanted, talked to the guy about the cost. $498.00 A little high for a office one, so I left to think on it some. My dad and I went on a trip together Saturday and I asked him about it. He agreed we needed a newer one, and left me to pick it out. I told him of the one at Sears, but he grouched at the cost. But he let me do as I wish.
So I call Sears at 9:00am this morning and had my credit card out and ready. I had to have a Sears card. Now- does that make much sense to you? Isn’t a credit card a credit card? I mean… I can order a thousand dollar necklace off QVC- but at Sears I can not order a $500.00 ref?
Dad came into the office and I asked to use his credit card. He left it with me, and went about his business. I called, talked to the SAME man who helped me pick it out on Saturday. “They will call you back to make sure the charge is ok.” They did. Wanted to talk to my father. He is not here. You can not use his credit card, so the charge is void.
*Big freaking GROWL.*
“You have to be kidding me? I use this credit card all the time. It’s a Sears Mastercard for gods sake!” Nope- I am crocked and am using it against my fathers wishes. Yeah well- screw you too.
So I hang up and think…not wanting to go out in the heat as I have poison ivy on my arms and neck, and my butt. Should have seen me yesterday rubbing up against the trucks doors like a cow to a tree. Any how….
I call my mom. Hell- she is on the account. I do a three way call back out to the store and talk to the SAME guy. “Ok- she is on the account, so she will tell you she wants the item charged.” He said they have to call me, and he would not charge it. So what?? I was to keep mom on the line till then? Ruin her day? *shakes head no*
Little nose hair on a jack ass face, that was enough for me.
“Well my mother always said Shit walks and money talks. Guess what? Tried of the shit and I have the money to buy it anywhere I want to. You know that new Lowes that just open about a month ago? The one that I was trying to stay away from to support our local OWNED Sears? Guess I will go out there as money spends anywhere. Never had such a problem spending money at a store in my life. If I have to come out to buy it- I sure the hell am not getting it there.”
Then I hung up the phone. Mom just laughed and told me I should have not been so mean. “Then they should not have made this a purchase from hell. They act like I was trying to buy a bomb or Weapon of Mass Destruction. So- you need anything from Lowe’s mom?”
Found a whirlpool, same size but in stainless steal. (Better for my guys dirty hands.) And it was $100.00 cheaper.
*sucks on ice cube*
Well…. Well… Suck on that Sears!
Now I have to listen to Dad telling me I should have went to Lowe’s to start with.
*itches my ass*
Whooo Hooo Cold hands. LOL
Bullshit Free Zone.15:18 Aug 09 2007
Times Read: 963
Let’s talk about bullshit. Yes- I do my fair share of it with work and family.
Customer asking you if you can stand on your head so you don’t leave foot prints on her carpet as you carry furniture on the feet…gets a smile and a “Of course we can.” That is bullshit. We will do what is needed to get the job done, with no damage- and you can run the damn vacuum. Its not that bad- but some people just ask for stupid things, and some of these people just get on the last few nerves I have left.
Family telling me of their needs- when they are able to do it themselves. I am not the only one who can write a check, pick out items for the rentals, and make the decisions here. Your name is on the door to folks. “Do you think it needs to go to the garage?” as we stand there with the hood up, steam coming out of the busted radiator. “Of course it does.” Said with a smile, and biting back a “You think?” But my family is not that bad- really. I love them, and would never hurt them. Taking care of details is what I do best.
But still I bullshit. Anyone who deals with customers and family does it. Anyone who is online does it. People ask me questions- then get freaking mad at what I say.
Why ask if you don’t want to know how I feel, or what I think you are doing wrong?
*sigh*
Those I call friends on here do not get bullshit. Guess you did not understand that, and guess we are not friends anymore.
Sorry- but VR is a “Bullshit Free” zone for me.
Reason I do not talk to many people on this site, as I am who I am here. If you are the type I would not talk to in person- then you are not the one I talk to here. I have no need to bullshit on VR.
Guess you missed that over the last year.
Oh well…
Fried Green Tomatoes driving today. :)
20:52 Aug 06 2007
Times Read: 976
Driving in off the job, I hit road construction. Sign said left lane closed one mile…1/2mile…then down to feet. I look back to see the line behind me as I near the cones that block off the left lane.
Then a green ford car come bearing down the left lane. It stops at me, the only truck (stright job- 26 ft) before the cones, and tries to get in front. I pulled up, and they stop trying. I hate when people do this. They make the traffic bottleneck, backing up the line. Beating the people who got in line, are trying to keep the flow going. These people just try to cheat the waiting- making it hard on the others.
A woman rolls the window down and yells up at me. Now- she did not ask me to be let in. She told me to let her in. O-O I told her no. We inched up another inch. “I will call you company and report you as a dangerous driver.” That made me laugh. “Make sure you tell her the truck number.” I told her, and yelled out the phone number incase she could not see it on the side of the truck.
She turns to the man driving and he tries again, and I stop him. “Listen- left lane ends means it’s your job to get into the right lane. It means you wait. It means you should have gotten over a mile back like the rest of us. Get behind me.”
She urges the man on and I stop them again. Now at the cones, they try again, and again I did not move. She looks up at me and I looked at her. I had enough of this. “Remember the movie Fried Green Tomatoes? Trust me- I have insurance out of the ass. You try that one more time- I will hit you.” The man said something, and she turns to him. “I don’t think she is joking.”
I wasn’t. I went past the cones and watched to see it was several cars and trucks back before they got someone to let them in.
Drivers like that just piss me off.
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