weekend; work; dr
Nov. 21st, 2005 11:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
amezriWhoa. Haven't updated in a while. Okay, I skipped a day or two, and that's sort of rare for me. Annnnyway
Saturday was spent at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
queenmaab's. I brought scallion chicken for dinner. Yummy! Wish I could say I made it myself, but my mother took over most of it ^^* The plan was a Murder, She Wrote marathon, but we got a late start due to rummaging through music. QM dug out some stuff for my Wraith!Ford mix as well as things for Geek Mix 2. There was also an attempt to fix the laptop, but I couldn't figure out what was going on. (Though, D mentioned the router and I didn't think much about it at the time. I wonder if that could be it? Maybe I should have a look at it next time.)
After computer things, we watched the two episodes of Bones I burned for QM. Looks nice on a widescreen tv :P Then.... six hours of Murder. She Wrote. I think that might be 5 hours more than the sum total of my MSW life watchage. I was fairly entertained while I knitted my giant scarf which, tragically, I'm going to rip apart because it's not turning out the way I want and I found directions for better. After MSW, we watched the pilot of Dead Like Me before I had to get myself home. It was after 11pm by then, I think? And I had work the next day. Meh.
When I got home from QM's, I discovered two really annoying things: 1) a bill from the hospital to the tune of $900 and 2) my mother reading Seduced by Moonlight.
The first thing really annoyed me because I couldn't figure out why I was being billed at first. It later occured to me that when I checked in, no one got my info and after the test, I could barely stand straight, nevermind remember no one had gotten my info. Meh.
The second thing... I really hate when people borrow my stuff without asking. People here meaning my mother. I'm very, very particular about my books, even books I'm not particularly impressed with. LKH's books are crap, yeah, but the covers are cool and hell, I paid for them. My mother has no respect for books and most of hers are dogearred with broken spines and she throws them on the floor and has them strewn about. Drives. Me. Nuts. So I come home and she's reading this book with the dustjacket still on, so as calmly as I can I get it out of her hands to find that there are greasy handprints all over it because she put globs of lotion on before she picked up the book. GLARGH. I start to make a fuss (though a lot calmer than I normally would have been) and she starts to get pissy and say that I'm selfish. Holy crap, woman. I am very particular about my things and excuse me if I don't want oily lotion prints all over my books! I cleaned off the oil with some rubbing alcohol and put the book back on my shelf. I told her that if she really, really had to read my books, she could at least take the dust jacket off and be careful where she leaves it. [/anal]
On the plus side, my Build a Bear order came in and I have a shirt and pants to dye to make part of ShepBear's Atlantis uniform. Unfortunately, a pink print shirt was sent instead of WashBear's cool Hawaiian shirt. Argh. will need to return that.
Working is not how I wanted to spend my Sunday. Okay, I don't know how I wanted to spend my Sunday, but working was not on the list. Had to be in at 10:30am and had mountains of work to do. Of course, I didn't get most of it done. Argh. How could I, though? All the boxes of inventory I had to dig through was in the back and I was told to stay in the shop because it would be busy (and of course it wasn't), and there was no way to bring even some of that out to label. I did get some older orders completed and paperwork in order for the rest. I swear, if I go in tomorrow and nothing at all has been done beyond what I did, I'm going to be irked. There are two orders I left for people to do in the morning because they could be done in the shop, but. Yeah. I dunno. Whatever.
Oh. My favorite customer came in that afternoon. Read the massive sarcasm. Firey vengeance. This woman is, I'm fairly certain, reselling our stuff, possibly stealing, and definitely shady. How can you tell someone else that you're charging $250 to their card and demand they don't ask any questions? How do you also tell this person that your "very good friend" (meaning a worker in the shop) let you money for a trip. Uhm. No. NO, lady. You are a customer. As friendly as we are to you ("we" not including me), you are a customer and we are not your buddies. Ugh. She disgusts me. Anyway, I sold her the two expensive pieces she had on hold and then a third one she picked out. It's sort of sad someone like her is getting these beautiful pieces. The other worker there was glad I was working also so she didn't have to deal with the wackjob herself. She's probably just glad that I was stern, but cordial and just rang of the items and sent the wacko on her way. Heh.
After the coworker left, I did a ton of other stuff and didn't end up leaving until and hour after my shift. Not. Happy. The boss called before I closed and asked if I could come in Monday and I said no, I had some appointments and things. Then she asked when I was scheduled for Tuesday. I told her I wasn't and she got all shocked and said, "well, how did that happen!" I don't know, woman, you make the schedule, not me. Then she says that could stay longer if I wanted to. Ugh. I totally didn't plan on it and didn't want to, but I ended up staying anyway because customers wouldn't leave. Listen, when you ask if I'm closing and I say YES, that is not your cue to hang out in the shop for an extra 15 minutes because you know I can't kick you out. Ugh.
I come home and discover that my mother has once again taken my book, dust jacket off, but thrown on a counter, and the book on the bed where the dog can get it. *fumes* I didn't say anything because I really, really didn't want to deal with it after a crap day at work.
This morning, I called back the psychologist to make an appointment for today. Joy. At least now I've not lied about having an appointment today. Heh. Also called the hospital about the messed up bill, but after 10 minutes on hold waiting for someone, I got transfered to machine where I could leave my information. Lovely. All I know is I am not paying that bill because someone there forgot to get my insurance info.
My mother called me this morning to tell me that her friend in Forest Hills knows someone in Manhattan who needs a webdesigner. Um. I'm not... really looking to move down there. At all. I know that sounds stupid because it would be a job, but I am really not cut out for that sort of pace.
Hm. Think now I'm going to reply to comments and possibly rework my scarf.
Saturday was spent at
queenmaab's. I brought scallion chicken for dinner. Yummy! Wish I could say I made it myself, but my mother took over most of it ^^* The plan was a Murder, She Wrote marathon, but we got a late start due to rummaging through music. QM dug out some stuff for my Wraith!Ford mix as well as things for Geek Mix 2. There was also an attempt to fix the laptop, but I couldn't figure out what was going on. (Though, D mentioned the router and I didn't think much about it at the time. I wonder if that could be it? Maybe I should have a look at it next time.)After computer things, we watched the two episodes of Bones I burned for QM. Looks nice on a widescreen tv :P Then.... six hours of Murder. She Wrote. I think that might be 5 hours more than the sum total of my MSW life watchage. I was fairly entertained while I knitted my giant scarf which, tragically, I'm going to rip apart because it's not turning out the way I want and I found directions for better. After MSW, we watched the pilot of Dead Like Me before I had to get myself home. It was after 11pm by then, I think? And I had work the next day. Meh.
When I got home from QM's, I discovered two really annoying things: 1) a bill from the hospital to the tune of $900 and 2) my mother reading Seduced by Moonlight.
The first thing really annoyed me because I couldn't figure out why I was being billed at first. It later occured to me that when I checked in, no one got my info and after the test, I could barely stand straight, nevermind remember no one had gotten my info. Meh.
The second thing... I really hate when people borrow my stuff without asking. People here meaning my mother. I'm very, very particular about my books, even books I'm not particularly impressed with. LKH's books are crap, yeah, but the covers are cool and hell, I paid for them. My mother has no respect for books and most of hers are dogearred with broken spines and she throws them on the floor and has them strewn about. Drives. Me. Nuts. So I come home and she's reading this book with the dustjacket still on, so as calmly as I can I get it out of her hands to find that there are greasy handprints all over it because she put globs of lotion on before she picked up the book. GLARGH. I start to make a fuss (though a lot calmer than I normally would have been) and she starts to get pissy and say that I'm selfish. Holy crap, woman. I am very particular about my things and excuse me if I don't want oily lotion prints all over my books! I cleaned off the oil with some rubbing alcohol and put the book back on my shelf. I told her that if she really, really had to read my books, she could at least take the dust jacket off and be careful where she leaves it. [/anal]
On the plus side, my Build a Bear order came in and I have a shirt and pants to dye to make part of ShepBear's Atlantis uniform. Unfortunately, a pink print shirt was sent instead of WashBear's cool Hawaiian shirt. Argh. will need to return that.
Working is not how I wanted to spend my Sunday. Okay, I don't know how I wanted to spend my Sunday, but working was not on the list. Had to be in at 10:30am and had mountains of work to do. Of course, I didn't get most of it done. Argh. How could I, though? All the boxes of inventory I had to dig through was in the back and I was told to stay in the shop because it would be busy (and of course it wasn't), and there was no way to bring even some of that out to label. I did get some older orders completed and paperwork in order for the rest. I swear, if I go in tomorrow and nothing at all has been done beyond what I did, I'm going to be irked. There are two orders I left for people to do in the morning because they could be done in the shop, but. Yeah. I dunno. Whatever.
Oh. My favorite customer came in that afternoon. Read the massive sarcasm. Firey vengeance. This woman is, I'm fairly certain, reselling our stuff, possibly stealing, and definitely shady. How can you tell someone else that you're charging $250 to their card and demand they don't ask any questions? How do you also tell this person that your "very good friend" (meaning a worker in the shop) let you money for a trip. Uhm. No. NO, lady. You are a customer. As friendly as we are to you ("we" not including me), you are a customer and we are not your buddies. Ugh. She disgusts me. Anyway, I sold her the two expensive pieces she had on hold and then a third one she picked out. It's sort of sad someone like her is getting these beautiful pieces. The other worker there was glad I was working also so she didn't have to deal with the wackjob herself. She's probably just glad that I was stern, but cordial and just rang of the items and sent the wacko on her way. Heh.
After the coworker left, I did a ton of other stuff and didn't end up leaving until and hour after my shift. Not. Happy. The boss called before I closed and asked if I could come in Monday and I said no, I had some appointments and things. Then she asked when I was scheduled for Tuesday. I told her I wasn't and she got all shocked and said, "well, how did that happen!" I don't know, woman, you make the schedule, not me. Then she says that could stay longer if I wanted to. Ugh. I totally didn't plan on it and didn't want to, but I ended up staying anyway because customers wouldn't leave. Listen, when you ask if I'm closing and I say YES, that is not your cue to hang out in the shop for an extra 15 minutes because you know I can't kick you out. Ugh.
I come home and discover that my mother has once again taken my book, dust jacket off, but thrown on a counter, and the book on the bed where the dog can get it. *fumes* I didn't say anything because I really, really didn't want to deal with it after a crap day at work.
This morning, I called back the psychologist to make an appointment for today. Joy. At least now I've not lied about having an appointment today. Heh. Also called the hospital about the messed up bill, but after 10 minutes on hold waiting for someone, I got transfered to machine where I could leave my information. Lovely. All I know is I am not paying that bill because someone there forgot to get my insurance info.
My mother called me this morning to tell me that her friend in Forest Hills knows someone in Manhattan who needs a webdesigner. Um. I'm not... really looking to move down there. At all. I know that sounds stupid because it would be a job, but I am really not cut out for that sort of pace.
Hm. Think now I'm going to reply to comments and possibly rework my scarf.
