Hectic/annoying/horrible week
This week has been one hectic mess of problems since day one. Day one, of course, being Sunday. Sunday morning, after a fairly quiet end of the previous week, started off with my body waking me up far too early (like 3ish hours before I had to be at work early) followed by locking my keys in my running car for 15 minutes until my dad came to unlock the door which was then followed shortly after with my car dying because APPARENTLY, GM’s put their fuel pumps INSIDE the gas tank and if you don’t keep more than 1/2 a tank of gas in there, they go bad.
I’d like to take this moment to graciously thank all the mechanics who I’ve done business with for waiting to tell me this until AFTER I had to get a bill for $500-$800 to replace the contraption.
Then, work became ridiculously slow. In an 8 hour shift, one sale would be made. One. The rest of the day was spent answering questions, participating in small talk and watching what was on the tv next to our kiosk. Which wouldn’t have been too horrible except I ended up by myself on days I’d normally have a coworker to chat with and the questions people were asking were starting to get on my nerves.
To future possible customers, here are the FAQ’s:
To the Apple customers:
No. We do not sell iPhones. If you don’t see a model, we don’t have it. If we had it, we’d have a model. Duh. Stop asking.
To the elderly:
If you can’t hear your phone ring it’s because A. You turned the ringer down or B. You’re old and shouldn’t have a cell phone because even the simple flip-phone has outsmarted you.
To the chauvinists:
If you don’t like the answer I give you about your tech question and/or don’t believe me because I’m a woman, do me and yourself a favor and come in on a day I’m not here or just keep walking and call customer service. Your carrier provides this service for a reason. Use it.
And to those who hate everything about technology:
Nobody wants to hear WHY you DON’T want a product. If you don’t want technology and don’t think you/anyone else should use/need a smartphone, blog about it. I don’t care, but maybe others do. You’re not going to talk someone who makes commission off of them into not selling them because you don’t think they’re worth the money. So stop trying. You’re foolish.
Then, on my last day of work before my “weekend” comes, I end up working about 3 hours past shift because phones can be stubborn and people can be way too full of questions even though I informed them I was supposed to be off the clock hours ago. I don’t mind helping people with phones. Honestly, I don’t. And staying past my shift isn’t a big deal normally. But when someone wants to go through every app on the phone to see what it does with me, that’s where I start to STRONGLY SUGGEST taking the phone HOME to play with it because I can only help so much.
So, after hitching a ride to work for half the week from my parents and Cam, letting my sister have my car for the price of putting in a new fuel pump because I was tired of making payments on a car that wasn’t new, AND after suffering through a painfully slow/annoying week of work, all I could think was: at least this week contains my three year anniversary with the most amazing boyfriend I could hope for. Thursday will be wonderful, as will the following days, because I will spend them with him and have a THREE DAY ANNIVERSARY WEEKEND. Finally a WHOLE. WEEKEND. where I can RELAX and be with the person that annoys me the least.
So Thursday comes, I get the oil changed in the car I’m giving away, finish a little gift shopping/wrapping and head home to get ready for my date. The plan was for my sister to take her new car and for me to take the spare car my family has for my date, so long as she cleaned it out. I come home as she’s cleaning out the car and talking to her long-distance boyfriend (both of my sisters decided to date guys who have gone off to training and only come home/talk to them a certain number of times a year…it must be a thing nowadays because I hear more and more high school girls saying they’re bf is gone for however many months somewhere over seas). Aaaaanywayyy, long story short, she leaves with my old car, doesn’t finish cleaning out the car I was to take for my date and also left me no gas in the car. My parents had offered me their van, but I didn’t want to worry about making it back in that huge thing in case a deer decided to run out in front of me on my way home.
All dressed up, in heels and my hair nicely curled, I had to carry a million things out to the car and go get gas, which messed up the hair I spent a good hour on and I snapped. Enraged and ready to flip out, I paid my sister a visit at work and blew up. Not something that I would normally do…ESPECIALLY in public…but my week had sucked and I wanted this ONE DAY to be good. JUST. ONE. DAY. that week. MY day. OUR day. So, after telling my sister off, I took my old car, called Cam and cried and said the night was ruined and I just wanted to go home. He talked me into to meeting with him, made me feel better about everything, and continued to make our weekend an absolute success.
To be continued…
*Side note* I love him so so much. Thank you Cam for being the only one who can make me happy when everything/everyone else is making life difficult.
