Archive for December, 2008

A parent’s lament

Holiday time is normally a lot of fun…and I attempt to keep it that way in my house despite the Scrooge that lives with me and his anti-decorating ways.

But one huge headache looms every stinkin Christmas. That is the packaging the toys come in. It takes an act of congress to even think of getting them open. I think I used more impliments of destruction in opening the packages for the Star Wars Galactic Heroes than I have used EVER in opening a package.

Seriously. These things were not only encased in 3 layers of plastic, but they had these clear things holding them in, so when you THOUGHT you were done, you weren’t. You would try to pull out your Han Solo and it would spring back into the package.

Here come the impliments of destruction!

So, seriously companies-can you please try NOT to annoy parents on major holidays? Lighten the load of tags and things holding toys in packaging. I do not want to be messing around with a Phillip’s head trying to pull the Mach 5 out of its box while my child keeps asking if I’ve got it out yet. Argh!

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December 26, 2008 at 4:12 am 2 comments

Green Apron tales-The 12 days of DTR

So, today, I was going over the violations of the DTR rules that customers had committed over the B button (and getting major laughs) and VetChick said I s hould do the “12 days of Drive Thru!”

So, here it is….

On the first day of drive thru, my customer gave to me

A horn blast to tell us he was pissed.

On the second day of drive thru, my customer gave to me

two dollars in nickels

and a hornblast to tell us he was pissed.

On the third day of drive thru, my customer gave to me

a three cent tip

two dollars in nickels

and a horn blast to tell us he was pissed.

On the 4th day of drive thru, my customer gave to me

4 dirty cups

three cents in tips

two dollars in nickels

and a hornblast to tell us he was pissed.

On the 5th day of drive thru, my customer gave to me

5 confused orders…are they iced or not?

4 dirty cups

3 cents in tips

2 dollars in nickels

and a hornblast to tell us he was pissed.

on the 6th day of Drive thru my customer gave to me

6 cell phone conversations with their bff

5 confused orders-vanilla latte or vanilla cream?

4 dirty cups

3 cents in tips

2 dollars in nickels

and a horn blast to tell us he was pissed.

on the 7th day of drive thru my customer gave to me

7  splenda packet requests

6 cell phone conversations with their bff

5 confused orders-Is that carmel Macchiato a coffee drink?

4 dirty cups

3 cents in tips

2 dollars in nickels

and a horn blast to tell us he was pissed.

On the 8th day of Drive thru, my customers gave to me

8 wrong drink complaints-I wanted that ICED! I said ICED!

7  splenda packet requests

6 cell phone conversations with their bff

5 confused orders-Can I get that drink iced but heated up?

4 dirty cups

3 cents in tips

2 dollars in nickels

and a horn blast to tell us he was pissed.

on the 9th day of drive thru, my customers gave to me

9 complaints  that we’re not  a warming store-Where are the breakfast sandwiches??

8 wrong drink complaints-This coffee frappucino has COFFEE in it!!!

7  splenda packet requests

6 cell phone conversations with their bff

5 confused orders-What, you don’t flavor your beans?

4 dirty cups

3 cents in tips

2 dollars in nickels

and a horn blast to tell us he was pissed.

on the 10th day of drive thru, my customer gave to me

10 tons of ‘tude

9 complaints  that we’re not  a warming store-what, you don’t toast?!?!?

8 wrong drink complaints-Umm..there’s not enough peppermint in this…

7  splenda packet requests

6 cell phone conversations with their bff

5 confused orders-is that Carmel apple spice with coffee?

4 dirty cups

3 cents in tips

2 dollars in nickels

and a horn blast to tell us he was pissed.

On the 11th day of drive thru my customer gave to me

11 screamed orders because a plane went overhead and I couldn’t hear you

10 tons of ‘tude

9 complaints  that we’re not  a warming store-Can you warm this up for me-no? You mean you don’t have a microwave?!?!?

8 wrong drink complaints- Umm, there’s no shots in this…

7  splenda packet requests

6 cell phone conversations with their bff

5 confused orders-umm, can you make that eggnog latte nonfat?

4 dirty cups

3 cents in tips

2 dollars in nickels

and a horn blast to tell us he was pissed.

on the 12th day of drive thru, my customer gave to me

12 ‘bux cards with .05 cents on them-and insisted that there was more…

11 screamed orders because a plane went overhead and I couldn’t hear you

10 tons of ‘tude

9 complaints  that we’re not  a warming store-

8 wrong drink complaints

7  splenda packet requests

6 cell phone conversations with their bff

5 confused orders

4 dirty cups

3 cents in tips

2 dollars in nickels

(and now the big finish!)

and a horn blast to tell us he was pissed.

 

and there you have it. The 12 days of DTR.

December 22, 2008 at 10:53 pm 2 comments

Midas-Now, I want my money back. Seriously.

On Friday, I was driving to get Isaac in the almost white-out conditions that the first GOOD blizzard of the year provided. (Did I mention I hate snow? Did I? Oh, but I digress.) When the same thing happened to the driver’s side wiper that happened to the passenger side wiper.

Yep. NOT kidding. So, I’m driving in this horrid snow, with only the passenger side wiper working, and the driver’s side wanting to work, but not working. So, after I do all of the freaking out, I realize there’s a Midas on the way to Isaac’s school, not too far away. So, I pull my car in there and tell them the whole story. I also tell them that any charges that this repair incurs will be billed to the original Midas that completed the work. The manager looked pretty flabbergasted when I said that. I repeated myself for clarity. I wanted him to know I wasn’t kidding.

Yet again, it was another bolt that had come loose. I was again accused of cleaning my windshield improperly. Umm…the stuff was freezing on contact.  It was driving snow. OF COURSE there would be stuff under the wipers. It’s not my fault that they didn’t tighten the wipers enough to withstand a snowstorm.

So, I called the Midas that did the initial work. I told them I was NOT happy and they would be hearing from me about getting at least a portion of my money back. There were no words on the other end.

I am QUITE done with Midas. They will never, ever touch my car again. I am beyond through with the patronizing and the stuff that they’ve fixed breaking the first few times they are used.

So, this week, when I am calm enough to write this letter, it will be drafted and fired off to them.  I at least want the labor portion back. They obviously didn’t do a proper job. I’ll pay for the part, but NOT the labor. And also, I think I may also throw in that I’m sick of being treated like I’m stupid.

I hate Midas.

December 21, 2008 at 9:22 am Leave a comment

Oh, Christmas Tree, Oh, Christmas Tree

I need to get this out in the open-Doug is a scrooge. Seriously. It takes me from the time Thanksgiving is over to almost JUST before Christmas to get him to drag the Holiday bin down with all of the decorations. It usually takes me threatening to go to the dollar store and re buy all sorts of decorations before he concedes defeat and allows me to decorate the house. This year, it took me going to the dollar store for something and picking up some new clings for the window-and Isaac’s window in his room. I came home wtih classic Mickey for the door (We have 6 window panes on the door) and Scooby Doo and new-school Mickey for Isaac. He looked at me and then conceded defeat in the all out decorating war.

So, this past weekend, we were both off on Sunday. I was thawed from the Polar Plunge and ready to decorate. Isaac had finally spazzed out enough that Doug was ready to drag the stuff down.

 

Ok, why don’t I drag this stuff out myself?

Simple. Doug’s got it buried in the crawlspace under a ton of his electronic “treasures” (Read: old record players and projectors) and I’m afraid of breaking them. I just don’t want to hear it. Seriously.

 

So, we put on the music-John Denver and the Muppets, a serious family tradition that I foisted on Doug, and went from there.

We decorated our tree with all sorts of ornaments…including our non-traditional topper-

It's Olive-the Other Reindeer!

 

And as I hung ornaments, I started to think about all of the stuff we hang on the tree and decorate our house with. So, let’s take a tour…

Prospero ano y felicidad! Yipa!

 This mouse was given to me by Sidekick in…no joke ..1992. We’ve been friends for longer than that. Wow. Shows our age…and our love for cute things..and her knowledge of my need for Latin themed items.

Let’s continue the tour, shall we?

Look! Dorothy!

 Mom made this for me. Lovingly crafted for my love of the Wizard of Oz. There’s a Tin Man, Scarecrow and a Cowardly Lion
Go Mom. Be crafty.

And note the tablecloth…Sidekick made that for us a while ago…it’s PEANUTS and has Franklin on it…and Pig Pen. Two of my favorite Peanuts characters!

Then, there are the ornaments we use as display pieces. This one is a favorite of ours…

It's Stuck! It's Stuck!

 Who doesn’t love the flagpole scene. The only thing that would be better is if they had the pink bunny pajamas…but I digress.

So, then, there are the ornaments from my ‘rents tree. These are ones I’ve always loved…or made fun of.

Let’s just get the making fun of out of the way now.

Hello, TACKY!

First let me start with what Mom made me promise to say to allow me to take the photo:

“This is a beautiful ornament, lovingly handmade.”

There. I said it. Obligation over.

 

Really…My sister and I forever called this the Tacky Ornament, and would find a place to hide it. We would fight to see who could get it first and hide it somewhere on the tree.

I think I’d have problems if that ornament disappeared.

The next one is a favorite on my ‘rents tree…

This is the toy shop…the neatest ornament on the face of the planet. It’s one of those that you can see through both sides.

 

But this is what my tree and my ‘rents tree is all about. All sorts of fun.

oh, and you know what we do while we decorate the tree?

Multicultural carolers!

 

Aren't they cute!

 

We sing all sorts of wrong Christmas songs…

We three kings of orient are…

smoking on a rubber cigar.
It was loaded, and exploded…

(bang)

We two kings of orient are

smoking on a rubber cigar.

it was loaded and exploded…

(bang)

I one king of orient am

smoking on a rubber shazam.

It was loaded and exploded…

(BANG)

Silent night…

December 19, 2008 at 12:17 pm 1 comment

Wiper games, or Why Midas can stick it where the sun don’t shine!

Remember the rental car debacle?

Yep. It gets better…

 

So, let’s start with the backstory and how I ended up at Midas and got into this whole mess in the first place.

To review:

During worst rainstorm of the year, my wipers went. I was driving with the windsheild like I was under water. I limped my poor Adventuremobile to the nearest repair shop, which happened to be Midas. I told them what the deal was and they took a look at it. They found the wiper transmission cracked and in need of repair. Saturns don’t break cheap, people. So, this hit me to the tune of 400.00.

So, the first thing that went down was on the day I was promised my car, I called and they said it would be ready around noon. I said I’d be there around 3:30, because that was right after I got off of work. They said fine.

Well, I get a message that oh, now the wiper MOTOR that was working in perfect order when I dropped the car off has gone dead…and they want another 275.00 to fix that too. If I didn’t pay that, I only had high wipers and not low or intermittent.

 

Yeah.

 

No, stop touching my car NOW. Right stinkin now.

So, I get there and the manager tells me that I’ll be happy because he rebuilt my wiper motor, because there was a diode burnt out.

 

HRM. Let’s see. Let’s all guess who we think did this….

 

Could it be..perhaps…

MIDAS screwing with the wipers and burning that diode themselves?

Oh, and did I mention my car was RUNNING when I got there because they had killed my battery screwballing with the wipers?
Yeah. Smart folks. Seriously.

So, during the ice storm, after chipping an inch and a half of ice off of my windshield upon leaving the ‘Bux, I tried to turn on my wipers.

Lo and behold…the passenger side one bit the dust. Yep. It wanted to move and wanted to move…but didn’t. At one point it went halfway…and then puked out again. Thank goodness it was the passenger side.

 

Do you know how dorky you look with ONE wiper working? Seriously. As if I’m not dorky enough…

 

but so, when the hoohah from the storm died down enough that it was safe to deal wtih the wiper without worrying about power, ect (and we know how that went…but I digress again.) I ran my car up to Midas. My feeling-they fixed it wrong the first time, they’ll fix it right.

 

Oh, and I made a call the day prior because I wanted tehm to know I was coming in and I was NOT paying for any repairs that they needed to make for this car at all related to the wipers. Sorry-I just didn’t shell out 400.00 to them for the work to break in 30 seconds. Seriously.

 

So, I bring it in

and wait.

 

and wait

 

and wait.

and wait some more.

 

So, finally after an extended wait time, dude comes out and asks me to look…and tells me there were bolts loose.

 

Then he insults me by saying:
“You know, you have to scrape your windsheild before you turn on your wipers, or a bolt will come loose.”

 

It was all I could do not to slap this guy. I politely explained that I scraped all of the ice off my windsheild before I turned on my wipers…and this was the first time that I had used them since the fix.

 

what, am I some stupid idiot girl? Seriously.

 

First they burn out my wiper motor and try to tell me it was part of the initial problem that they so convieniently couldn’t find when they tested the system.
Second, they lie to me  about the price of the rental car. Yeah..they told me that it would be 9 .00/day for the car. NOT what I paid…but we’ve been through this. So, we won’t go there again.

 

Third, they accuse me of being a stupid girl and breaking my own wipers, when according to all mechanics worth their salt, they screwed it up.

 

So, Midas can take it and stick it. They’re not touching my car again. Ever.

December 18, 2008 at 10:49 pm 1 comment

just when you thought it was safe to go home..

you end up back at the ‘rents house for the night, kid in tow.

 

Yeah.

 

National GreedGrid decided that we’d had power long enough since the storm, and decided in their infinite wisdom, to turn ours OFF at 1:00 today. We had just gotten our Time Warner stuff back and now, we’re out of power. I called National Grid and asked them when they anticipated that our power would be back on…and we got 4 different answers in the space of 45 minutes. The answers ranged from 2 hours to a full 48 hours. It’s sick.

Then, I got the person of the hour…you know, that one CSR who thinks that you know less than dirt and treats you as such. The tone that was taken w ith me was that of “box of rocks” stupid. Big line “Is there a tree by your house?” Now, put that in the voice that you’d use to talk to a 3 year old child, if that and then you’ve got the entire tone of the conversation with this CSR. When I asked to speak to a supervisor, I got “Well, they’re kind of busy. Can they call you back?”

 

Yeah. I really have time to sit on the phone all day with you people. Especially when you treat me like crap.

 

So, we’re out of power until (now the official party line is…) about noon tomorrow. I’m really just through with all of this. I’m washing clothes at mom and dad’s here and I’ve got 2 tons of planning, grading and work to do. I would prefer to do it at my own computer…but I’m not complaining.

 

So, I hope to be back at home, at full speed tomorrow.

After I get done with Midas. But again, that’s another blog for another time. I can only be irritated by one entity at a time.

December 15, 2008 at 10:30 pm Leave a comment

And the posting is light for what reason?

Well…we have no service at my house. I have no internet, no phone and no cable.

We are in one of the worst storms of the year…it started Thursday night and ran into Friday morning. It knocked out power to most of my neighborhood and killed all of my services.

 

So, I’m at my mom’s house posting this so y’all will know I’m alive and letting you know that I ‘ve got stories galore for when I get to upload photos and do all that hoohah.

 

I’ll be at work tomorrow with the computers, so hopefully, I can get some of the photos up..and blog some hilarious moments and some Green Apron tales.

 

Stay warm. We’re trying here in E. Nowhere!

December 14, 2008 at 8:04 pm 1 comment

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