I officially hate phones, by the way.
So we've gotten this new phone at work, and it's not very loud. Our old phone was actually a phone for deaf or hearing impaired people, so we could hear it even through all of the loud games and people yelling and all that, and it was all good. A couple of weeks ago that phone broke and now we've got this regular phone that is impossible to hear. You can be standing next to it, about five feet away, and not hear it. This means that it's insanely annoying because you're always missing calls. Anyway. So yesterday I was closing with Allison, which was nice, and I was happy that we were finally working together again. I was in a good mood. Suckyness? Paul was closing with us, and he's my least favorite of the brothers. He was leaving for a little while to go pick something up, and he gave us a list of things to do to clean. He also said, "Make sure you keep the phone with you all the time because otherwise you'll miss all the calls." We said, "Yep, sure, of course, get away from us." He left. It was good. Allison went out and started cleaning (the Windex froze on the outside of the doors, it was funny) and I went and was helping people at the ticket-taking place. Of course I'm stupid and didn't take the phone. Nice job, Al. After I finished with about three families at Redemption (which is what we call the ticket-taking place), I went back to the front counter and the phone rang. It was Frankie, which is one of Paul's nephews, asking me to make them a pizza for when they got back. He said to make a medium cheese, and I was like, "Uhh... we don't have a medium, only a small or large, I guess." Then he said that Paul wanted to talk to me. Paul said, "S:LDFKawkfwefBLAHBLAHBBLAH, I told you to keep the phone with you and I called three times and I'm a stupid, stupid man." And I'm stupid and I get really upset when people yell at me, and yes it was my fault for not having the phone with me, but it's not like I really would have answered it if I was busy helping a customer. Whatever. Stupid.
Then I had another great little phone conversation later with an idiot customer. It went like this:
Me: Funtyme East, can I help you?
Him: Hi, I was wondering when the dome was going to be up.
Me: Well, they're working on it right now, and we're hoping that it'll be ready by February.
Him: But when will it be up?
Me: Um... it'll be ready by February, hopefully, and they're working on it right now.
Him: See, you don't seem to be understanding me. I just want to know when the dome will be up. I don't care when it'll be open, I just want to know when it will be up.
Me: Um... well, they're working on it right now.
Him: So when will it be up?
Me: I don't know, but it'll be ready in February.
Him: Now, that's not my question. There's a huge difference between when it'll be up and when it'll be open. Do you know what I mean?
Me: They're working on it outside right now, so hopefully it'll be up soon.
Him: Do you see the difference between the questions?
Me: ... Um. Sure.
Him: Okay, thanks.
I hung up, and then went and banged my head on the counter. AHHH! People make me CRAZY. Who the hell cares when it'll be up?! WHAT DIFFERENCE does it make if it's up if you can't even use it? If you care so badly, please just drive on I-96 and see for yourself, you idiot, idiot man.
Um... yea. Okay. KaLee and Erin are yelling at me, so I'm going to go. Erin says that I should say "Imma go" instead of "I'm going to go," but I think I like it better the way that makes sense. Hehehe. Yep. Kbye (like Napoleon!)
Then I had another great little phone conversation later with an idiot customer. It went like this:
Me: Funtyme East, can I help you?
Him: Hi, I was wondering when the dome was going to be up.
Me: Well, they're working on it right now, and we're hoping that it'll be ready by February.
Him: But when will it be up?
Me: Um... it'll be ready by February, hopefully, and they're working on it right now.
Him: See, you don't seem to be understanding me. I just want to know when the dome will be up. I don't care when it'll be open, I just want to know when it will be up.
Me: Um... well, they're working on it right now.
Him: So when will it be up?
Me: I don't know, but it'll be ready in February.
Him: Now, that's not my question. There's a huge difference between when it'll be up and when it'll be open. Do you know what I mean?
Me: They're working on it outside right now, so hopefully it'll be up soon.
Him: Do you see the difference between the questions?
Me: ... Um. Sure.
Him: Okay, thanks.
I hung up, and then went and banged my head on the counter. AHHH! People make me CRAZY. Who the hell cares when it'll be up?! WHAT DIFFERENCE does it make if it's up if you can't even use it? If you care so badly, please just drive on I-96 and see for yourself, you idiot, idiot man.
Um... yea. Okay. KaLee and Erin are yelling at me, so I'm going to go. Erin says that I should say "Imma go" instead of "I'm going to go," but I think I like it better the way that makes sense. Hehehe. Yep. Kbye (like Napoleon!)