Hijinks At Work, Part Deaux

Yeah. I tried tracing what that meant to me & gave up.

Some guy wants to take over a profile of another alleged ancestor who was king of Brittany in the 9th century. Have at it. 

So I found out it was very unprofessional of me to load liquor bottles on a cart instead of a shelf that has already collapsed once before, destroying several bottles. My boss practically bounced on the shelf to prove how stable it is since being repaired. As I loaded bottles on it, I saw it was starting to tilt forward again. I wonder if my boss will be there to explain to HIS bosses that it was his call for me to use an unstable shelf. He spent the entire shift with his shirt tails hanging out. I needed more beer & he brought it on an absolutely filthy cart. One guy was running a tab on a cash deposit. Did I ring it up? Yes. Of course I did. $182.00. My boss pointed at the lack of a receipt. Okay. I pulled the entire tape out of my pocket & dropped it on his desk in front of him. Oh. That's never been a requirement before. I just had a feeling.

HE must be feeling the heat from new management & is looking for a fall guy. I sign in & out for the liquor now. This is where the feeling came from. He exaggerated how much I was getting. I made the proper corrections & initialed them. I added some things he forgot. Initialed that as well. He would have seen that AFTER asking me for the receipt.

Cool crowd. Another funeral. They spend about $600.00. I walked with $124.00 in tips.

Notes I made to myself after conferring with Care Credit about the eye doctor yesterday.

Called Care Credit at about 2:30. Got the guy with a rooster again. Where was it I decided he was? The Philippines? Think so. I was being recorded, so I talked a lot, but don't think I said anything I'd regret. I stressed I didn't go into the doctor's office looking to get laser surgery. He sold it to me. The facts bear that out. I later got regular surgery on the right eye. I can't believe a man with as much money as this doctor would do this. First, sell the laser surgery. Then sic the anesthesiologist on me. I don't blame you guys here. You're a finance company. He's a doctor. Patients have to rely on their doctors to make informed decisions. I'm not paying it. I'll sue him. Take him to small claims court. Do it on a Tuesday. That seems to be his surgery day. I'm old but there's still plenty of fight in me. I'll take this to the wall. I notice there were credit agencies listed in your latest letter as possible recipients of this information. That's pretty thinly veiled. I don't care. The only place I'm going from here is dead. I'm willing to make mitigating payments of $25.00 a month to you until I take the doctor to court. Then either I can pay you from the proceeds of that, or he can pay you.

This guy apologized to me for everything I've been put through. I said I'm reminded every time I open my eyes. He put in another appeal & said he would pass my messages on to the doctor. That we'll be going to court. Him & I. Not Care Credit. Just like the doctor tried to sic his third party dogs on me, I'm isolating him. It's just you & me, cocksucker.

I think that got the point across.

My boss is too funny. Last time I saw him his shirt tails were hanging out. Today he's wearing a matching ensemble with tie.

I found out some bigwigs from corporate are here. We're merging with another hotel. He told me I might be able to pick up some shifts there too. He sounded like he would prefer I didn't. That's odd because I know he still wants his cousin back. It occurred to him mid-sentence too. Then it changed to me choosing which place I like better.

Talked to a friend who does in-home care. Wow. Scary. She is OUT there. She said she had a stroke. I believe her. She was afraid of my cats.

Later...

Yeah. I knew her from a bar I used to work at. She was one of my regulars. We ran into each other at the liquor store. I was getting a couple Dr. Peppers. She had an older guy in the car with her. I asked if she still does in-home care. Yes. I might be interested. Then she waited out on the street. "Do you want me to come in?" "Yeah." (Wasn't that the purpose of stopping by?). Then she asked if I had dogs. She's afraid of dogs. No. Cats. I have cats. She's afraid of cats too. She wouldn't come in. We had a brief & awkward conversation on the porch. Later...

That stroke must have really messed her up. Scary. 

So we hit our local Twin Peaks for dinner and drinks last night and I did something I hadn’t for decades. I cut my tip to less than 20%.

Our girl was about as attentive as as third grader with ADD. Took her nearly 10 minutes to even acknowledge us at her portion of the bar.

Poured both of us 22 oz drafts with 1” + heads, which works out to around 20 oz.

We had to ask her to wipe down the surface where we were sitting due to condensation and crumbs from the previous patrons.

From there, we constantly had to flag her down for our orders and refills.

When I asked for my usual Dr. Pepper to end the even, she poured some warm from a pitcher that has been sitting there likely for hours and then added ice on top of it.

The first drink I took was of course, warm. When it finally did cool down, it tasted funny like maybe someone had contaminated it with soap or dishwater.

After reluctantly sucking it down, I asked for another and she went right back to that same pitcher that now only had maybe an inch of soda in it.

Poured it into my same glass, added some more ice and shook it to make it appear to be a full serving. By this time, it had gone completely flat.

So, I asked for a replacement and with a roll of the eyes, she went to the back (they must not have Pepper on their bar guns) with the SAME pitcher and refilled it.

It STILL has that funky taste, but at least was fully carbonated and cold.

I guess she thought as an old couple we either weren’t worth her time or we wouldn’t tip her well so she spent most of her time and attention on some drunk dude who was also old enough to be her father.

I still left her nearly 20% ($19 on a $100 tab), but she certainly wasn’t even worthy of that.

GO DODGERS!!!