The little key-making section at Home Depot was indeed where the graphite was supposed to be. Except it wasn’t. I don’t know exactly where it was at Canadian Tire, but some kid working the automotive section looked it up on his computer, disappeared for a few moments, and emerged with a tube of the stuff.
So I have to check in for a flight, and I find Air France has changed my seat assignment. Instead of sitting next to my husband, I have been demoted to the very back of the (Air)bus, next to the bathrooms and in front of the galley. No reason why, and I cannot change the assignment. The seat next to said husband is listed as ‘unavailable’ for no reason I can determine. It does not appear to be assigned to someone else; just ‘unavailable,’ so it cannot be selected. There’s a number of other seats on this flight that are marked the same way, so I cannot select any other seat at all.
WTF, Air France?
Covid distancing returns?
There are plenty of other full rows, so I really have no clue. There are lots of posts on Seat Guru complaining about this practice, though.
The many loud fans have been blowing on our floor for days. Theres a machine in the lobby to take out impurities in the air, but it said 303 for its temperature and now its up to 391 and I am skittish.
I hit a deer in my car yesterday. Little fuckers are everywhere this time of year and the ditches are littered with deer carcases. I knew it would just be a matter of time, that’s why I kept full coverage insurance on my car even after I paid it off.
The damage isn’t too bad, actually. Bumper, headlight, and fender need to be fixed. It didn’t trigger the airbags, didn’t mess up the wheels or alignment. I had Geico come out and do a cost assesment (or whatever it’s called) today: $1800.
But heres the problem: since half the county’s deer population has been taken out by nonconsentual encounters with moving vehicles, the local – and distant – body shops are backed up for months… and months… and months. The earliest spot I could find is in April and that’s just to look at it. The car isn’t driveable as it is so I’m driving my backup car: an old Mercdes 300E that I’ve discovered is actually more comfortable than the car I was driving, a 2020 Civic. We got the Mercedes for my son who decided he didn’t want to drive it but I didn’t want to get rid of it – it’s been in the family since it was new. Now I find myself really liking heated seats and decent air conditioning.
Since I’m looking at waiting 6 months to fix the Honda part of me wants to just sell it as is (probably would get $16 or $17K) and keep driving the 300E. The Honda has 40k miles, the 300E has 101K miles. My wife thinks I’m absolutely bonkers.
Sigh. Decisions.
I work in a gas station/convenience store. I loathe and despise most lottery players. They have no concept that other people exist. Said lottery players have all the time in the world.
I broke my foot! Argh! Didn’t even do anything interesting, just clumsy at dancing. Cue an operation to pin the bone and one month on crutches, non-weightbearing.
It’s enough of a rant as such, but the real rant is at the friend (actual, there were two separate ones even) who said something along the lines of “you should see it as a gift, some time to slow down and have some time to yourself”. Now I know they mean well, but honestly, just think a little, people! I work for myself so I am trying to get the same amount of work done as much as possible, except now I have to do it on one foot, whilst being unable to shower, clean, shop or carry anything in my hands. So relaxing. Seriously, if your life is so stressful that an broken foot seems like a fun holiday, maybe you should make some changes. Me, I liked walking, dancing and spending time outside the house without navigating four flights of stairs on my bum. Keep this “gift”, thank you!
I’m sure your other customers feel just the same way. Whenever I’m at a gas station or convenience store, there is ALWAYS some asshat in front of me selecting about 100 different lottery tickets. I feel like saying, “look moron, if you were capable of doing the math which you clearly are not, you would know that you’re not going to win, and you’re just wasting everybody’s time and are the living embodiment of the old adage that a fool and his money are soon parted”.
I’m pitting facebook. Lord!
Someone posted something about sewing an afghan. Trying to be funny, I replied, afghans are nice dogs.
Obvious, right?
No, my post is now hidden and I’d better not do it again. They don’t have enough reviewers to check my I disagree request.
It wasn’t capitalized, it was obviously about the dog breed!
Now I will never mention persian cats…
Those lottery machines are even in supermarkets! I had some business with the manager of the local supermarket and was waiting for him to arrive by the service desk the other day. A woman ( 50s - 60s ) was buying her lottery tickets. The woman behind the glass either missed or did not hear one of her numbers… and wow did the gambler start to scream.
“You’re not listening to me…!”
“M’am I am listening but I missed that number.”
[louder] “You’re not listening to me…!” [/louder]
“M’am, I am… I just need you to repeat…”
[louder] “You’re Not Listening To Me…!” [/louder]
“M’am I’m trying… if you could just repeat…”
[LOUDER] “YOU’RE NOT LISTENING TO ME…!” [/LOUDER]
I swear, that 1800-Gambler Addict said it in increasing screaming volume 10+ times. The last two could be heard 5 aisles away. Now, if she had just given the numbers again, she would have been on her way 10 minutes ago, but no, she had to belt it out like Ethel Merman sitting on a cattle prod even louder.
Now, I know that I shouldn’t have said anything, but my ears were starting to ring and finally I interrupted her and asked,
“Did your parents raise you to act this way in Public? You’re not a Child; stop acting like one!”
( I feel so ashamed )
Nice job, OnTrac. Ignore my efforts to help you do your job and get the package you were paid to deliver to me, keep that up all week, then decide to return said package to the sender while LYING about my allegedly refusing the delivery. You guys are making FedEx look good!
I applaud you and admire your restraint. I’d have yelled at her to shut up. I’ve been the lottery clerk at a convenience store, and I often wanted desperately to launch myself over the counter and strangle the person on the other side.
You are my super hero. Don’t be ashamed; no customer service person should be treated that way when they are just trying to do their jobs. Trust me, I’ve been there and bought the t-shirt. Thank you.
I remember an incident when I was an assistant manager at a computer store many years ago. One of my salesmen was a really young guy and he had just been berated by a customer over the phone. Savagely. It was so bad that he had even burst into tears.
So I called up the customer, and asked if he had just finished talking to my salesman. He said yes, and started getting into his complaints. I interrupted him and told him that he can’t speak to any of my salesmen like that, they did not deserve his abuse. He responded that he’s an unhappy customer and the customer is always right. I told him that I’ll make it easier on everyone, he is no longer a customer and no longer welcome at our store. I did not want his money and did not want to ever see his face or hear his name again.
I kept my voice calm but I was so pissed talking to the guy that I was shaking. My salesman was shocked that I would do that, but I told him that a good employee is worth more than any number of asshole customers.
The funny thing is that when I was talking to the guy on the phone, once he realized that I wasn’t going to kiss his ass, he got flustered. I don’t think it occurred to him that someone might actually push back at him. I have always tried to go above and beyond to help customers but some people aren’t worth it.
How to tell the custodian the mop water he uses needs changing, otherwise skip the daily floor cleaning. Every morning this week when I walk into my office I’m about to gag what is that funky odor, smells like an old gym bag, groin sweat in a barnyard.
Oh he knows how to do his job he’s been doing it nigh on 40!years here. he knows it’s funky, just doesn’t want to tip the bucket for new suds. I’d lock him out but he has keys.
I need new work shoes. I have short wide feet. 6.5 wide women’s usually. This size is difficult to find in my price range so I tend to wear boys shoes for work. Color is an issue for me. Womens’ are often pastels…ugh! Boys are neon, black, etc. blech.
So off to amazon I go. I found some that were purple, (yay!) wide toe box, supportive, and very cool. I ordered them and got them today. What I got was “fluorescent green” womens’ 5.5.
The color? no just no, a thousand times no! The size? Yes, they fit … sort of. Too narrow. I’m so disappointed. 
Beautiful day outside, sunny and warm, inside chilly and dark.
Ugh.
If you can, try to find a store that sells Waldlaufer shoes. They’re a German brand, and they tend to range on the pricier side, but they are very well engineered shoes and very comfortable. They don’t sell pumps, but they’ve a range of sandals, loafers, and boots.
Their 6.5 K-width is equivalent to a 6.5EEE.
Three related rants:
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I have no water. The fitting at my pump sheered off. I cannot remove it myself to even attempt a repair. I’m waiting for the service technician to get out here.
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It’s a shared well. For the last few years, my neighbor had been handling this shit since the well is on their property. But they are out of town, so I get to spend my day waiting.
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This is affecting my day with the grandkids. They went home last night when we discovered the broken pipe.