Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Just go ahead and shoot me now

Customer service: ur doin it rong

Okay, so, first of all, we are supposed to get four to eight inches of snow here today (UPDATE:  At ten a.m., they upped it to six-to-ten), and all I have to say about THAT is this:

A acquaintance of mine posted this on Facebook:

"So, Jeff had an issue today - the people down the street are using JKS Home Improvement to do work on their house and the workers had blocked enough of the road that he couldn't get through. He used my FB account to complain. (Rocky here:  I saw the note he wrote.  It was polite, if exasperated that a contractor was blocking the road.) A project manager just responded (and I quote):

"Your are very rude your a big baby"
- and -
"cry baby"

Needless to say, I do not recommend this contractor. Especially since they did shoddy work for us before and did not respond to our concerns. At all.

And now this moron is arguing with me on FB. Don't have this crazy person work on your house!

 Now there's a second one commenting! Case study on how not to run a business?

JKS Home Improvement update: the owner deleted the dumbass comments and asked Jeff to call him. He was very embarrassed and apologized. He's actually in Buffalo right now helping with the snow cleanup. He doesn't even use Facebook really, but another customer saw the nonsense on their page and called him." 

hahahaha gotta love Facebook.  Exposing the morons, left and right.  

What's YOUR worst customer-service experience?  and/or your funniest experience with somebody you know posting something idiotic on Facebook?  Enquiring minds want to know.

Monday, November 24, 2014

Cats welcoming soldiers home

Okay, so, I have an appointment to take my car in for an estimate this afternoon, and thankfully, my insurance policy will cover a rental, so I'm good to go.  Whew.

Now!  Courtesy of The Toast and Imgur, here are some heartwarming gifs of cats welcoming soldiers home.

hahahahahaaaaaa.  THIS is why I love cats.   This right here.

Saturday, November 22, 2014

Hit and run

So! I was sitting at a four-way intersection at a stop sign this morning, waiting my turn in traffic, MINDING MY OWN DAMN BUSINESS, groceries in the back of the car, when a dude in a pickup truck came flying up the intersecting road.  He had to be going sixty, easy.  He flipped on his turn signal and started to turn onto the road where I was waiting, his tires screaming.  "He's going way too fast to make this corner," I thought.  "I hope I don't get hurt too bad."

He plowed into my front end.  It's actually probably a good thing he did, because if he hadn't, he might've taken out the old man who was in the church parking lot next to the road.

He rolled down his window.  I rolled down my window.

"I'm so so sorry," he said.  "Are you all right?"

"I think I'm okay," I said.  "Let me see if I can get the car off the road.  Let's pull into this parking lot here and exhange insurance information.  We're going to need a police report, too."

"I'm so sorry!  I'm really sorry," he said.  "I'm just going to turn around, and follow you into the parking lot."

and that's the last I saw of the dude in the pickup truck.  I limped the car into the parking lot.

"I saw the whole thing!," said the old man.  "I've got a description of the truck!"

Other people started coming out of the church.  "Are you all right?  Can we help?"

"I don't have my cell," I said, because OF COURSE.  "Could someone please call the police?  There's going to need to be a report.  And I might need a tow truck."

The old dude waited by the road, so he could "flag down the police."  I don't think they would've missed the pile of debris in the road, but it was a nice thought.   I took a closer look at the damage, pulling some of the shattered parts away from the wheel and checking underneath the car to make sure nothing was leaking out.

About half an hour later, a policeman came.  "Are you all right?," he asked.

"I'm okay," I said. 

"I saw the whole thing!," said the old man.

"Sorry it took so long to get here," the policeman said.  "After the guy hit you, he hit a whoooole bunch of other stuff.  Mailboxes, you name it. He was pretty easy to find.  We've got him down at the station right now.  Thankfully, nobody was hurt."

Holy SHIT, I thought.

 My poor car.  I'm sorry, little Hyundai.  If I had had any idea that we were about to be part of a crime spree this morning, I would've just stayed home.

Friday, November 21, 2014

Feeding Time at the Zoo

... and this is only four of them!  Callie declined to make an appearance.

and no, the stuffed green mouse is not their dinner - they'd never fall for that.  They were waiting for the good stuff - canned Friskies, manna of the Gods.  I love how Soda's got his eyes narrowed, all, "Hurry it up, lady.  OR ELSE."

Thursday, November 20, 2014

Timing, Part II

Over the past weekend, I noticed that a family who lives one street over from me has put up their outside Christmas decorations.

It looks like the inflatable decoration section of Home Depot exploded there.

There's an inflatable carousel!  with inflatable cartoon characters riding it!  There's reindeer and Santa and his sleigh!  There's Mickey and Minnie and elves and snowmen and f*ck-all else (including Spiderman, because what Christmas scene would be complete without an inflatable Spiderman, I ask you?), all over their front yard.

I don't know when it all went up, as I don't drive down that street all that often.  It could have gone up before Halloween, for all I know.

Part of me is all, ick.  So soon?  Part of me is all, hell, if I dropped a couple grand on ridiculous bullsh*t for my front yard, I'D want to put it up early as well.

Now that I think about it, if I remember correctly, this same house still had all their inflatable crap up well into March this year.

Eh.  I'm an atheist,  so obviously I'm not going to go down the whole, "The reason for Christmas is CHRIST!" road.  I just think that inflatable stuff is tacky to begin with, but then again, I'm the one who has a zebra in their front garden, so who am I to judge?  If you wanna have an inflatable Spiderman in your front yard, more power to ya.  I usually manage to string some lights out front sometime between mid-December and Christmas, and there'll be a wreath on my door as well.  It's just not inflatable, is all.  And I usually put up a tree, because pretty. 

I was out in the yard on Sunday, and I kept hearing Christmas music ... I wonder if they've added sound to the display.  In which case, I'm glad I live one street over and not next door, because that could grow old right quick.

Inflatable Christmas.  Now with tunes.  I wonder what's next?

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

I fixed the copier; gimme seventy-five bucks, now with updates

My boss, the racist*, asked me to call the copier repair place earlier today.  He said that another employee had complained that the copier wasn't working correctly.

I went to the employee and asked him what, exactly, was wrong with the copier.  He said that the margins were out of whack; the copies were printing off-center. 

I went back to the copier, and checked the paper tray for the size he was trying to copy.  Someone had loosened up the guides to load the paper and hadn't re-tightened the guides.  The paper had shifted.  I re-tightened the guides, and ran a couple of test copies.  Voila!  Problem solved.

So I think I should get the money that the company would have paid to the copier repairman.  I mean, it's only fair, right?  Right.  Laughing, I told my boss that he owed my seventy-five bucks, which is what it would have cost to have the copier repair place send a dude out.

UPDATED TO ADD:  A couple of hours after I wrote this, but before I posted it, my boss dropped a fifty on my desk.  I laughed, saying "oh, naw, it's all part of my job description."  My Job Description:  My own job, plus every other got-dam thing that nobody else in the office wants to deal with.  Amen.

ANYhow, I declined the fifty, and then my boss said, "You lost some time a few weeks ago.  I said something stupid, and you left work early because of what I said, and it cost you some money."  (I'm paid hourly, not salary,  so yeah, if my butt's not in my seat, I'm not making money.)  He continued, "I'm sorry for what I said, and I appreciate what you do, and I can't take back what I said, but just keep the money.  I owe you."

I kept the fifty.  F*ck yeah. I think I'll donate it to the ACLU in my boss's name.   But it doesn't change how he thinks,  or what he said.   And then, tonight, I was scrolling through Facebook and one of my own sisters had "shared" some right-wing rant about how "life as we know it is in danger because Obama blah blah blah", and sometimes I feel like I don't even know anybody anymore. So, *I* shared a Postsecret post, "They tried to bury us.  They didn't know we were seeds." - Mexican Proverb.

I dunno.  The older I get, the more liberal I get, and the more conservative the people around me get. Is it like this for everybody?

* I think this is how I'll refer to him from now on.  "My boss, the racist".  To prevent me from forgetting what a terrible person he is when he thinks nobody's listening..

Monday, November 17, 2014


My Christmas cactus has decided it's time to bloom.

I bought this plant last December.  I had bought one for my Mom, to take to her in the hospital, and I thought it was so pretty I went back and bought one for myself.

The one I gave my Mom disappeared, somewhere between the hospital and the nursing home and the uproar of the last few days before she died.  But I've still got this one, and now that it's blooming, I think of her when I look at it.

Hard to believe it's been almost a year.