Saturday, August 29, 2015

LITTLE BITS "O" STUFF.


1) Today I started my new "Cross-Fat" training program. In addition to the usual high fat, high carb regular diet there will be alternate days on the couch watching TV eating bacon, with days in a comfy chair with a book eating potato chips. Too much coffee every day with wine, beer, and scotch on days deemed appropriate. (Appropriate defined as days of the week ending with the letter "Y") Vegetables by accident or deep fried and exercise...hahahaha...exercise. Of course there might be work tucked in there somewhere...we'll see.

2) Work is trying to kill me. I don't mean in the figurative way as in"Work is killing me!" but in the literal way, as in actively out to end my life. Traps have been set and I have come close to death.
We have a mezzanine where we store stuff and to get to the stuff there is, of course, a set of stairs. As you walk up the stairs on the very top step there is a sign. The sign says "Watch Your Head". This is the trap. As you look up to watch for low hanging head bangers (clearance is really about 10 FEET) what you don't notice is the last step is actually 3 inches taller than the rest of the steps. What's the big deal you ask? Place a 3 inch piece of wood on a top step, get in the rhythm of walking up 16 steps and then see what happens when that last step is taller.

3) I like toast. All kinds of toast. White, whole wheat, sourdough, rye, you name it and I will probably like it. And on my toast I like peanut butter. Not crunchy peanut butter, smooth peanut butter. If I am feeling in the mood I might add jam or, on rare occasions, honey. Some times I will get a craving, bad as it is, and go with Cheez Whiz instead of peanut butter on my toast. Those of you waiting for a point or a punchline...nope...I just like toast and thought you should know.

4) I am waiting for the day when someone sues Planters Peanuts because of an allergic reaction to the peanuts and the reason for the lawsuit is Planters did NOT have a notice on the jar of peanuts that said it may contain peanuts.

5) Time is not a constant, it is relative. You want proof? Consider this. You are finally asleep after tossing and turning for hours when your alarm goes off; you hit the snooze button, which is set for 15 minutes, close your eyes and in 15 minutes off it goes again. Now, another situation. You are on your way home from work and are almost there when you come to a train crossing currently occupied by, well, a train. The train will clear the crossing in 5 minutes but you had that extra coffee at work and forgot to go pee before you left. Which is longer, The 15 minute snooze or the 5 minute train?

Saturday, August 8, 2015

CONVERSATIONS.


I work in the customer service industry and, for the most part, I love my job. I enjoy dealing with people, especially when I can help them get what they want, or need, and they are appreciative of my efforts. Most customers are very understanding about lineups in a busy store and are quite knowledgeable about the machines they own. Those who are new to the machines they own and are willing to learn are also a pleasure to deal with. However, there are those certain few people that just get to me. I, of course, have to bite my tongue and smile through the pain of dealing with them when I really just want to speak my mind. But, I also have a laptop and my own blog so...conversations with customers never to be spoken aloud.

Take 1
Angry customer standing in front of me.
Him: "I called three times and nobody answered the phone so I'm here in person."
Me: "I am sorry about that, sir. Did you leave a message so we could call you back?"
Him: "No"
Me: "You're an idiot...go away."

Take 2
Customer has been standing in line for a while; finally gets to the parts counter; several customers still waiting behind him.
Him: "I tried calling several times, why don't you guys ever answer the phone?"
Me: (Looking at him, then looking at the crowd behind him, then looking at all the other parts people serving other customers.) Phone rings. I answer it.
Him: "W.T.F. are you doing answering a call when a customer is standing in front of you?"
Me: (Covering mouthpiece of phone) "Gee, ain't nothing gonna make you happy is there? You're an idiot...go away."

Take 3
Him: "I need a part."
Me: "Certainly, what is the make model and year of the vehicle?'
Him: "I don't know...it's red...maybe yellow. It might be an ATV...or a water pump...maybe a weed whacker. Is that really important?"
Me: "Um...what part do you need?"
Him: "It's that kinda square thing that does stuff when it's Tuesday."
Me: "Um..."
Him: Oh never mind, I'm going somewhere else." Then posting on Yelp "These parts guys don't know anything."
Me: Posting reply on Yelp..."You're an idiot, stay away."

Take 4
Him: "I need two new wheels for my lawnmower."
Me: "Can you give me the serial number of your mower so I can select the proper wheels from the hundreds of different ones available, none of which are interchangeable, thus ensuring you receive the ones that will actually fit?"
Him: (Totally ignoring above) "Just give me the wheels, they are all the same!"
Me" (Handing over two wheels, a blow torch, a roll of duct tape and a big ass hammer.) "Here are your wheels sir, complete with the appropriate tools for making them fit on the axle. No refunds...and...you're an idiot, go away."

Take 5
Me: Taking a phone call.
Her: "I need a part for our Yamadoodle dirt bike." (His voice in the background yelling - Yamaha, it's a Yamaha!)
Her: "We need a front tire." (Him in background - TUBE, front tire TUBE!)
Her: It needs to be heavenly...(Him in background - Heavy...a heavy duty tube!)
Me: "Put him on the phone."
Him: "What?"
Me: "You're an idiot and an insensitive boob. Apologize to your wife for putting her through this...then go away."

This is a work of fiction...mostly...