Eeeeehhhh, eh, eh-April...Yeah, life sucks, still...

The saga of the woman who owns the neighborhood.

Ever been to San Francisco? To the neighborhood called The Marina? You know, the one that, in spite of the fact that it is built on landfill that turns to applesauce in an earthquake, the houses sell for millions? I was there yesterday doing volunteer work, trimming young street trees, and The Woman Who Owns The Neighborhood came out to harangue us, saying it was an ugly tree, it should never have been allowed to be planted, the house was not owner-occupied and the tenants don’t care about anything, you should see the backyard, and this plant in the front is infringing on the sidewalk (us: you can call 311 and they’ll take care of it; her: I’m not calling them, you call them! us: ???), oh, and she’s a lawyer, she’s a psychologist, and most important, she’s an Owner. According to her, the neighbors get to decide on whether a tree is allowed, even though there is no neighborhood association nor any city statute saying anything like that. Plus she would talk right over anyone she was talking to until she had had her complete say.

I wasn’t the one talking to her but I could hear everything. After 15 minutes of listening to her blather I challenged her on her facts and allowed as how her alleged law degree hadn’t really helped her to understand city code. I did restrain myself from telling her what I really thought of her, since I was in some sense representing our non-profit. As it was, she was apparently dumbfounded that anyone would actually argue with her. I guess she doesn’t get much opposition during her regular rounds of abuse. I’m waiting to hear if she was outraged enough to call and complain about me. I almost hope she did.

I suspect (s)he was referring to the various powers of attorney and so forth that a couple can have done, in lieu of marriage, and that are legally enforceable to guarantee some of the privileges of marriage in areas like health care, end of life decisions, and so on. Also affects utilities, but most people who do it aren’t thinking so much about those. Anyway, there was a lot of that sort of thing going on between same-sex couples before same-sex marriage became legal here.

Not sure what DGH has against marriage, it is certainly possible to be married while maintaining separate assets (although you need an iron-clad will if you’re going to disinherit your spouse) and makes all that other stuff unnecessary. To each his own, I guess.

Mr.Wrekker took DirtyDeckDog on a little ride. He ‘said’ he found the owner. Unless he understands dog-speak, I’m kinda doubting him.

That would be an excellent name for a band.

I seriously doubt she called anyone to complain. Someone on a phone isn’t a visible presence as an audience, after all. I see it as one of two things:

  1. You gave her more ammunition/fodder for her next diatribe to some unfortunate who crosses her path.

or

  1. You made her day. All she’s wanted for ages is some attention. Lacking that attention, she’s gone down a rabbit-hole, Alice-wise, and has gone more and more off the rails.

Either one (making her day, giving her fodder) might be a good thing, I guess.

As soon as I saw that phrase I started singing it, and it was pretty catchy.

I saw it as she was simply brought back down to earth, and might possibly have enough marbles to not pull that trip again.

Oh, I’m not saying it’s not cathartic for you. But she’s likely been pulling the trip for years and it’s her one schtick so it’ll still be on the playlist.

No idea how that would be a catharsis for me, just simply speculating with just as much merit on the matter.

Beckdawrek, I was kind of hoping you’d keep Deck Dog.

Oh, innaminnit! But, alas Mr.Wrekker is cramping my adventure stylings. I’m sure this dog had a story or 2.
Mr.Wrekker needs to go on a trip or I’m gonna take him for a little ride. :slight_smile:

Damn. My preferred grocery store just went out on strike. I’ve always had great service from the employees there, and I know (in the sense of recognizing and chatting with) a bunch of them, so I’m on their side. Not to mention, Unions are more and more important for working people these days.

But damn. :frowning: I hope they settle this fast.

Why are my custom lists that have Pages not displaying posts from the Pages? WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO MY PAGES? WHY CAN’T I ADD A NEW PAGE TO MY LIST?

FUCKING FACEBOOK. I FUCKING HATE HOW THEY KEEP CHANGING THE UI. GAAAAAAAAH! <screaming in mostly incoherent RAGE>

Ok, I’m peeved. A&E is frozen on my TV. Grubhub ad is stuck there. My favorite show is on w/o me. LivePd. Crap. Don’t they know I have nothing else to do?

well finally figured out what happened Tuesday …only took a call to the board of LA county supervisors to get a call (aka the people who sign the programs paychecks much to their chagrin) from my workers supervisor

Apparently he managed to come and go in the 5/6 minutes it took for me to take a dump… and nephew who was here didn’t hear him …. I said ok but why didn’t he leave a note or call on the cell hes always on ? well supervisor didn’t know that one sos I’m supposed to get a call to reschedule Tuesday lets see if that happens ……

So, I’m a register jockey for the next few days, no problems. Have a customer roll up in a scooter and the first thing she asks for a carry-out. No problem! In fact, I prefer people ask for that immediately so we have time to locate a “utility worker” for them.

I’m halfway through ringing her up and she asks me to call again because in her experience you have to call a lot. Um… OK, I do that. Tell the coordinator that the customer asked me to call a second time just to make it clear it wasn’t my idea to be a nag.

She also wants a cart because the basket for her scooter isn’t big enough. OK. Well, since the “utility worker” hasn’t shown up quite yet when I’m done ringing her order I run, grab a cart, and load it up for her. Oh, by the way, there are now three more customers behind her, but hey, she clearly needs help being visibly frail so everyone is being a good sport.

She pays, still no utility worker. I call again (mentioning again the customer asked for this third call). Everyone is helping other customers, someone will be there as soon as possible.

The lady does not want to move. I shifted her cart next to a bench that is there specifically for customers to sit on and wait, or just rest, and politely ask her to move. No, she doesn’t want to - she wants to stay where she is, blocking everyone behind her, because, goddammit, she wants her carry-out!

:rolleyes:

I convince that she really does need to move, and yes, someone is coming. Sorry for the delay, but all our carry-out people are already doing carry-outs for other people. Well, she won’t go by the bench, she insists on parking her scooter in the main walkway thereby inconveniencing everyone else, but at least it is possible to get by her now. She wants me to call AGAIN. Since she is now several feet away I call the coordinator again and say “I know everyone else is busy but I am calling again to keep the customer from making a scene.” The coordinator gives a snorty laugh and says “OK”. The next customer in line overhears a bit and is suppressing a smirk.

I ring up a customer. Scooter lady demands another call

I ring up a customer. Scooter lady demand another call (these two customers only had about 3-4 items each, so this was a very short time period).

I am now faking the phone calls because, really, we only have two utility workers on duty at 7:42 am and that many only because it’s a Friday with two sales going on and we anticipate extra business.

Utility Worker #3 arrives for work and, in blissful ignorance, walks by Scooter Lady. Who starts yelling “Hey! Hey you! You work here! Come help me! Hey, lady, why is he ignoring me? THIS IS TERRIBLE CUSTOMER SERVICE WHY CAN’T I GET A CARRY OUT THIS STORE SUCKS”

Now, I happen to know that Utility Worker #3 isn’t yet on the clock, and even if he was, he broke his foot recently (a customer ran over it with, ironically enough, a mobility scooter) and is on light duty. In other words, he is not being asked to walk more than absolutely necessary and he isn’t doing carry outs right now. But I just say “I don’t know” and call the service coordinator again “The Angry Customer just saw X walk by and is upset, just so you know why she’s yelling. Please get her a carry-out ASAP”. Coordinator sighs, says “I’m on it”.

Finally, Carry-Out Utility worker returns from carrying out and loading someone else’s vehicle and takes charge of Scooter Lady, who is still loudly yelling about how awful we are and why does she have to wait and why isn’t someone immediately available?

Meanwhile, I’m apologizing to the folks in my line for the bother and delay. To which the second customer in line says “Some people are just rude assholes”. Which I agree with but am not allowed to say while on the clock.

Fortunately, that was the Day’s Worst Customer.

That story belongs on NotAlwaysRight.com!

I slept like shit & am finally winding down from being wide awake at a crappy time, and it’s all my B.F. fault. Not because of anything he did, mind you, but he likes to eat dinner early (like “old people” time, in my book) while I do best eating my largest meal immediately before going to bed, so like after 9:30 p.m. is ideal. *

So we got a pizza right after his usual 3.5-4 hour Saturday nap** and now I’m eating brie and Triscuits at 7 a.m. hoping that’s enough fat/protein/fiber so I can conk the fuck back out for a couple hours.

It’s stoopit piddly differences between us like this that ultimately will doom our relationship. Cuz no matter when dinner happens, one of us ain’t happy. Or I get to cook twice. Or eat cold pizza.

  • before anyone starts with how “unhealthy” this might be … I’m a scrawny bitch with appetite issues, and blood pressure so low it occasionally doesn’t involve any 3-digit numbers. IOW the opposite problems from most fat, high-blood-pressure Americans. So please can (ha) the usual nutritional advice, as it rarely applies to me.

** guess who handles most mundane household chores?

Tonight’s ABC national news stories:

#2: devastating tornadoes kill at least eight people, including children, and more in danger from high winds, hail and more twisters.

#3: the Idiot In Chief busing migrants to sanctuary cities. “It’s still on the table.” :rolleyes:

And the number one story of the evening? Golf. Fucking golf is the #1 story on the national news. Golf. :smack::smack::smack:

I feel ya, girl.:slight_smile:

Well ok but if I get to choose between the idiot in chief and golf I’m gonna watch the golf story.