The Oddest Thing...
It's occured to me that I'm just a bit odd. Why, you ask?
I was going to Hollywood video to return a DVD. The Princess Diaries II DVD they gave us was so damaged we'd lost half the movie, and my mom wanted to see the first one, too, now.
I got up to the door and realized I'd forgotten my ATM card. Which means that I couldn't pay for the first Princess Diaries DVD.
Now, here's where the odd part comes in. Most people would have turned around and gone back for the card, or they'd have not gotten the DVD, right? Right. Logical and reasonable.
Not me.
I figured didn't want to drive all the way back, see. So I went in, handed the woman the three DVDs we'd rented (the other two were so bad they don't even rate comment) and said that the Princess Diaries II DVD was so damaged we'd missed half the movie. So I wanted a different copy.
I also wanted a copy of the first Princess Diaries movie, and I didn't want to pay for it, such was my annoyance at the broken one I'd rented.
I hear the wincing of my shy-er readers. (I hope to have more readers soon)
However...as I expected, the woman just nodded, went and got them for me while I waited at the counter, and just handed them to me, telling me when they were due back.
The oddest thing is, it didn't occur to me until I was home that most people don't just expect that. They expect the sales person to argue with them, and they expect to walk out red-faced and embaressed, never able to walk in that store again.
So, here's a question I leave you all with. Am I just that strange? Am I rude? She didn't seem upset with me, so I don't know. I just know I didn't want to drive home again just to get a peice of plastic. :P
Temping Story
Reposting from long ago:
This is a test. This is only a test.
Actually, this is me bored out of my fucking mind!!!!
Seriously. Oh. My. GOD!!! HELP!
*ahem* It's two thirty. For those just tuning in, I'm working at a hearing aid clinic this week, in a vain attempt to make enough money to pay my credit cards off and yet not actually call the client from hell and offer to do his recent projects.
There were only three appointments on the books today, which, if this week is a good example, makes for a VERY light day. One at eight thirty, one at ten, and one at three.
Eight thirty never showed up. Ten called and canceled.
If three doesn't show up, I may slit my throat.
THERE IS NOTHING TO DO HERE. It's one of those temp jobs, even, where there's nothing to do, and they won't let you read. I should be very, very happy that I have a computer, and I can net surf...but I'm nervous about it since my back is to the offices, and my boss...who's actual name is Dick (BTW...try asking someone who can't hear all that well if they see Dick or Clay, who is the other person in this office. Trust me. The results are priceless...and better and better the deafer the person is. Shouting it. THAT'S fun) can come out at any time and see my screen.
SO....that rules out most message boards, ALL of www.neopets.com, which is my favorite site to bum around, www.deviantart.com, which is another great site to just kinda sift through, and even most of my site, other than Thedge...which would be a silly place for me to go, since I've read all the stuff on there, and written a lot of it, even.
Hey. That sentance needed a hey at the end.
So..."hey".
*sighs* Plus...my girlfriend (coughsalinacough) isn't answering my emails like she said she would today because she knows I can't get on MSN like I would if I were at any other job...
*ahemsalinaseewhathappens
nexttimeyouneedmeto
answersomethingfastahem*
Two thirty. I think I've pushed the break thing too far today...I actually took them. Dick doesn't seem to like that. And it's only a temp gig, so I don't really want to push it. Plus...I keep falling asleep...so smoking is probably not the best idea. What with the fact that it gives me a nice, relaxing head rush. I almost fell asleep SMOKING the last one. *ahem* Probably not the best thing I could be doing right now.
I mean, what if someone comes in and wants to buy a six dollar pack of hearing aid batteries?? I might MISS THAT SALE AND THEN THIS COMPANY WOULD GO BANKRUPT AND THEY'D HAVE TO CALL MY AGENCY AND TELL THEM HOW GREAT I WAS, JUST LIKE THE LAST PLACE I WORKED WHERE I WAS ACCUSED OF LOSING THE COMPANY FOUR MILLION DOLLARS ALONG WITH THE REST OF THE TEMPS THAT WERE WORKING ON THE PROJECT, AND THEN THEY CALLED AND TOLD MY AGENT THAT I WAS JUST THE BEST WORKER THEY'D EVER HAD!!!
Ooops...guess that one got away from me...
*ahem*
The problem here is that I was working with a temp agency that found specialty people actual WORK. Like, I'm a web designer. And they found me work on web design crews for short term projects. Rather than contracting out myself, and spending all my free time networking, they did it all for me.
It was GREAT.
They went under. *sighs* Not all that encouraging, is it? I don't know why, either. I mean, they were definitly sending me a lot of work. So, I know that at least they were making money off the clients and workers.
The best I can come up with is that they didn't have enough people to fill the positions. Most likely, the competition with privatly networking people sent them under. I guess.
I'm mostly just talking out of my ass here. I'm sitting behind a receptionist's desk for the first time in years, and I hate it. A lot.
But I will do this for the next eight years rather than work with the client from hell. The needy, "I must meet with you in person every day no matter what we're doing or how much easier it would be for you to NOT drive the two hours to meet me halfway and then two hours back and instead just email it" guy.
Seriously. Because of the four hour drive, it takes a week to do what I should be able to do in three days. Which means a four days longer before I can get the second half of my fee.
Which is another thing!!! Ok. If a person says to you: "that'll be five hundred. Two-fifty up front, two fifty on delivery"...why, why, why would you claim later that you thought the front half was the whole fee?
Seriously. Why?
Do I seem like the kind of person to forget a standard price I quote on a weekly (ok, monthly) basis?
I don't think so.
Plus, y'know...
CHECK THE CONTRACT YOU SIGNED.
See, I never work without a contract, no matter how short term the gig. So, this is just a seriously lame attempt to get out of paying me.
I need that money. Give it up, or I'll blow up your computer from my modem.
Heh heh heh...you'd be amazed how many people think I can really do that...
