Tidbit's from my boring life
What a week......
Posted 08-03-2007 at 11:13 PM by bigvic1788
Monday: Well it was Monday, what more do I really have to say?
Tuesday: There was drama at work. Since before I even worked in the cafe there have been free refills on tea. They weren't supposed to give free refills except on dine in, but that's just how those girls did it. Those girls aren't there anymore and we have new managers that want to do everything as it should be, and that was just TOO much for one customer to handle.
Iced tea is $1.30 for a 16oz and you get all the free refills you want while you're dining in, pretty standard. I can't go to McDonald's and get a drink, leave and then come back later and expect a free refill, it just doesn't work that way.
Sharon, the dramafied customer, started bringing in a 32oz cup and expecting us to fill it and still charge her the 16oz price. Then she'd drink half of it while she was putting sugar in it, get a refill, then go to her office and come back 30 minutes later for another 30oz refill. She's not dining in, so I explained to her that we were under new management and they wanted to do everything by the book, which included no free refills on takeout. Oh no, she wasn't having that. She threw a fit and said she was going to boycott our establishment and tell all her co-workers that we're tea nazi's (her words). Then she went back to her office and typed up a nasty letter to the owner, saying pretty much the same thing. But of course the owner just laughed it off. Did she really think that the letter was going to get me in trouble when I'm only following policy?
Wednesday: Wesley came home from work all excited and just had to tell me about this great idea of his. That idea was that in the next 24 hours I would find someone to cover the cafe for me on Friday (and properly train them), then Thursday imediately after work we'd get in the car and make the 14 hour drive to Chicago, go to Lollapolooza to see Daft Punk, and then make the same 14 hour drive to come home so we could go to work Monday morning. Of course I had to shoot that idea down. We're not eighteen anymore. We have responsibilities, which includes a child, pets, JOBS, bills, household duties, etc. We can't just up and leave on a whim and travel all that distance for a show.
I feel really bad because I always have to be the adult and tell him we just can't do such and such. He get's these crazy ideas and all day long he psychs himself up about it, only to have me tell him it's just not possible. I'd love to do something spur of the moment, but we just can't.
Thursday: I promised Calvin that after work I'd bring him swimming, so I did. On the wya down to the pool I checked the mail. Well in that mail was an envelope from the bank, too thin to be a monthly statement. That's right, it was an NSF letter. My rent check bounced, but luckily the bank covered it. How on earth did that happen? I thought we were on top of things, that we had a few extra hundred just in case, but I guess I was wrong. The letter said I was -$141.00. That's okay because the letter was dated the day before our paychecks were deposited. It just sucks because we don't have nearly as much money as I thought.
I live four blocks from the grocery store, and that's neighborhood blocks not city blocks. Last night we went to the grocery and on the way home we got pulled over, one measley block from our apartment. Why were we pulled over? For our brake tag that going on two years expired. Double whoops.
I know, you're asking how on earth do you let your brake tag go that long? Well it's quite simple. It expired November of 2005, within days of us getting back into town after Hurricane Katrina. First it was impossible for us to find anywhere that could do brake tags, as most places had sustained damage due to the hurricane or didn't have enough employees to reopen after Katrina. Then our excuse turned to work schedules. I don't drive, never have. And with Wesley's schedule he could never make it to the station in time. On the rare occasion that he had a day off where he was able to get to the service station, it was either a holiday (station closed) or it was raining (they don't do inspections if it's raining).
So the police officer took Wesley's information and went back to his cruiser, where he sat for about 15 minutes. He comes back to the car, to my window, and asked me if I drove. I told him, "No sir". SO then he glared at Wesley, pointed his finger at him, and told him to get out of the car. OH. MY. GOD. My stomach was in knots. I knew exactly why he asked me that, it was because Wesley was going to be arrested. After 15 minutes of them talking, Wesley shook his hand and got back in the car.
Get this - In 1999, Wesley got a ticket for not coming to a complete stop at a stop sign. He says he went and paid the ticket, which knowing him, I believe. In 2000, they put an attachment out for his arrest due to nonpayment of that ticket back in '99. But here's the kicker - In 2004, Wesley got a ticket for going 10 miles over the speed limit (I know, lame). Why wasn't he arrested then? And then in 2005, Wesley went to renew his liscence. His attachment should have thrown up a flag at the DMV. WTF? Seven years later he's nearly arrested for a ticket he paid. The only reason (two actually) he wasn't hauled off to jail last night was because I don't drive, and the cop was decent enough to not want to arrest Wesley in front of Calvin.
Friday: Wesley went to court first thing this morning to get his attachment staightened out. They told him they have no record of him ever paying the ticket, and he had to pay it right then and there or they'd arrest him on the spot. WTF? They told him if he could provide a receipt then they'd mark him as paid in the system. Who on earth keeps a receipt for a paid parking ticket after 7 years? No one. So the ticket, plus court costs (which were more than the ticket itself) came to nearly $300.
So our finances went from being on top, to just getting by, to in a bind. Just great.
Calvin left this morning to go to Disney World with his dad and grandparents, and he'll be gone for about nine days. It's nice to get a break and all, but I'm going to miss him terribly. And what really sucks is the day after he gets back is he first day of school. Where on earth did the time go?
Tuesday: There was drama at work. Since before I even worked in the cafe there have been free refills on tea. They weren't supposed to give free refills except on dine in, but that's just how those girls did it. Those girls aren't there anymore and we have new managers that want to do everything as it should be, and that was just TOO much for one customer to handle.
Iced tea is $1.30 for a 16oz and you get all the free refills you want while you're dining in, pretty standard. I can't go to McDonald's and get a drink, leave and then come back later and expect a free refill, it just doesn't work that way.
Sharon, the dramafied customer, started bringing in a 32oz cup and expecting us to fill it and still charge her the 16oz price. Then she'd drink half of it while she was putting sugar in it, get a refill, then go to her office and come back 30 minutes later for another 30oz refill. She's not dining in, so I explained to her that we were under new management and they wanted to do everything by the book, which included no free refills on takeout. Oh no, she wasn't having that. She threw a fit and said she was going to boycott our establishment and tell all her co-workers that we're tea nazi's (her words). Then she went back to her office and typed up a nasty letter to the owner, saying pretty much the same thing. But of course the owner just laughed it off. Did she really think that the letter was going to get me in trouble when I'm only following policy?
Wednesday: Wesley came home from work all excited and just had to tell me about this great idea of his. That idea was that in the next 24 hours I would find someone to cover the cafe for me on Friday (and properly train them), then Thursday imediately after work we'd get in the car and make the 14 hour drive to Chicago, go to Lollapolooza to see Daft Punk, and then make the same 14 hour drive to come home so we could go to work Monday morning. Of course I had to shoot that idea down. We're not eighteen anymore. We have responsibilities, which includes a child, pets, JOBS, bills, household duties, etc. We can't just up and leave on a whim and travel all that distance for a show.
I feel really bad because I always have to be the adult and tell him we just can't do such and such. He get's these crazy ideas and all day long he psychs himself up about it, only to have me tell him it's just not possible. I'd love to do something spur of the moment, but we just can't.
Thursday: I promised Calvin that after work I'd bring him swimming, so I did. On the wya down to the pool I checked the mail. Well in that mail was an envelope from the bank, too thin to be a monthly statement. That's right, it was an NSF letter. My rent check bounced, but luckily the bank covered it. How on earth did that happen? I thought we were on top of things, that we had a few extra hundred just in case, but I guess I was wrong. The letter said I was -$141.00. That's okay because the letter was dated the day before our paychecks were deposited. It just sucks because we don't have nearly as much money as I thought.
I live four blocks from the grocery store, and that's neighborhood blocks not city blocks. Last night we went to the grocery and on the way home we got pulled over, one measley block from our apartment. Why were we pulled over? For our brake tag that going on two years expired. Double whoops.
I know, you're asking how on earth do you let your brake tag go that long? Well it's quite simple. It expired November of 2005, within days of us getting back into town after Hurricane Katrina. First it was impossible for us to find anywhere that could do brake tags, as most places had sustained damage due to the hurricane or didn't have enough employees to reopen after Katrina. Then our excuse turned to work schedules. I don't drive, never have. And with Wesley's schedule he could never make it to the station in time. On the rare occasion that he had a day off where he was able to get to the service station, it was either a holiday (station closed) or it was raining (they don't do inspections if it's raining).
So the police officer took Wesley's information and went back to his cruiser, where he sat for about 15 minutes. He comes back to the car, to my window, and asked me if I drove. I told him, "No sir". SO then he glared at Wesley, pointed his finger at him, and told him to get out of the car. OH. MY. GOD. My stomach was in knots. I knew exactly why he asked me that, it was because Wesley was going to be arrested. After 15 minutes of them talking, Wesley shook his hand and got back in the car.
Get this - In 1999, Wesley got a ticket for not coming to a complete stop at a stop sign. He says he went and paid the ticket, which knowing him, I believe. In 2000, they put an attachment out for his arrest due to nonpayment of that ticket back in '99. But here's the kicker - In 2004, Wesley got a ticket for going 10 miles over the speed limit (I know, lame). Why wasn't he arrested then? And then in 2005, Wesley went to renew his liscence. His attachment should have thrown up a flag at the DMV. WTF? Seven years later he's nearly arrested for a ticket he paid. The only reason (two actually) he wasn't hauled off to jail last night was because I don't drive, and the cop was decent enough to not want to arrest Wesley in front of Calvin.
Friday: Wesley went to court first thing this morning to get his attachment staightened out. They told him they have no record of him ever paying the ticket, and he had to pay it right then and there or they'd arrest him on the spot. WTF? They told him if he could provide a receipt then they'd mark him as paid in the system. Who on earth keeps a receipt for a paid parking ticket after 7 years? No one. So the ticket, plus court costs (which were more than the ticket itself) came to nearly $300.
So our finances went from being on top, to just getting by, to in a bind. Just great.
Calvin left this morning to go to Disney World with his dad and grandparents, and he'll be gone for about nine days. It's nice to get a break and all, but I'm going to miss him terribly. And what really sucks is the day after he gets back is he first day of school. Where on earth did the time go?
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