What time is it?
Time for some random, useless stories to satisfy your boredom, if I may…
I don’t usually, actually I never, browse through eBay (or internet shop for that matter), but G does and saw THESE kicks he thought were nice, so he orders them for me. A week later I get a note on the door telling me that UPS has attempted once to try and deliver but no one was home. A second attempt was made and so I call them. NEVER CALL UPS. It’s freakin’ annoying. You have to speak to a machine and ‘say’ your tracking number, which consist of a combination of about 12 letters and numbers. It kept taking my Vs and making them Es and my 8s into Es. I was thoroughly annoyed. I spoke to customer services and told them that I would pick up the package myself. I ended paying some brokerage fee because the package was sent through ground mail instead of air (which would have had no fees). Stupid UPS. This is why I don't shop online. Anyways, I am very happy with the shoes.
Tuesday night. G and I decide to eat out at my favourite restaurant, The Pickle Barrel. They have the best waffles and all day breakfast, not to mention a wide variety of great foods. We decided to go to the one at Yorkdale Mall. It was a brand new location and G had never eaten there before and I wanted him to see why I liked it so much. We got our table and were sadly disappointed that they had no booths available. Nevertheless, we settled for the table we got and looked into our menus. We were greeted by our server, a lady who seemed nice. She continued to take our orders. But little did we know that our server was a monster in disguise. While waiting for our food, we noticed that some booths had opened up and wanted to ask her if it was ok that we switched. When I asked her that’s when she flipped. She said, “Can’t you just wait. I’m really busy here, can’t you see!?!” On top of that, when she walked away she let out a big, “SHEESH!”. Me and G’s mouth dropped. I was so shocked that I couldn’t say a word. I did manage to say BITCH a few times along with a few WTFs. After someone cleared the booth she rudely showed us to our new table. After she walked away again, I kept ranting to G about how much of a bitch she was being and that I was going to complain. I really didn’t want to cause a scene so I kept my mouth shut. She came back with our appetizers and asked me what the problem was. She probably heard me say, “What a fukin’ biyatch”. I tried to save her. I didn’t want to be rude. I didn’t want to grab her by the neck and shove her face in our food. So I said, “nothing…” while looking away. She replied, “Well, it doesn’t look like there’s no problem”. Gawdamit, she was asking for it!!! I said, “Fine! You were very rude to us when we simply asked to move tables!!!” And I made sure I said it loud for the rest of the customers to hear. A few heads turned. She apologized. For the rest of the meal, she tried to be extra nice, but I could sense the fakeness in it all. She probably left a surprise or two in our meals so we left one for her. A .95 cent tip BITCH!
Other than stupid crap happening to me, I’ve been living at work for the past 2 weeks. Disregard my emails about being bored at work. I’ve been pulling 9 hr shifts with no lunch and working on weekends. Gawdamit!
Tonight: Gang Starr and Choclair concert at the Kool Haus. Yay!
Have a good weekend!!!
I don’t usually, actually I never, browse through eBay (or internet shop for that matter), but G does and saw THESE kicks he thought were nice, so he orders them for me. A week later I get a note on the door telling me that UPS has attempted once to try and deliver but no one was home. A second attempt was made and so I call them. NEVER CALL UPS. It’s freakin’ annoying. You have to speak to a machine and ‘say’ your tracking number, which consist of a combination of about 12 letters and numbers. It kept taking my Vs and making them Es and my 8s into Es. I was thoroughly annoyed. I spoke to customer services and told them that I would pick up the package myself. I ended paying some brokerage fee because the package was sent through ground mail instead of air (which would have had no fees). Stupid UPS. This is why I don't shop online. Anyways, I am very happy with the shoes.
Tuesday night. G and I decide to eat out at my favourite restaurant, The Pickle Barrel. They have the best waffles and all day breakfast, not to mention a wide variety of great foods. We decided to go to the one at Yorkdale Mall. It was a brand new location and G had never eaten there before and I wanted him to see why I liked it so much. We got our table and were sadly disappointed that they had no booths available. Nevertheless, we settled for the table we got and looked into our menus. We were greeted by our server, a lady who seemed nice. She continued to take our orders. But little did we know that our server was a monster in disguise. While waiting for our food, we noticed that some booths had opened up and wanted to ask her if it was ok that we switched. When I asked her that’s when she flipped. She said, “Can’t you just wait. I’m really busy here, can’t you see!?!” On top of that, when she walked away she let out a big, “SHEESH!”. Me and G’s mouth dropped. I was so shocked that I couldn’t say a word. I did manage to say BITCH a few times along with a few WTFs. After someone cleared the booth she rudely showed us to our new table. After she walked away again, I kept ranting to G about how much of a bitch she was being and that I was going to complain. I really didn’t want to cause a scene so I kept my mouth shut. She came back with our appetizers and asked me what the problem was. She probably heard me say, “What a fukin’ biyatch”. I tried to save her. I didn’t want to be rude. I didn’t want to grab her by the neck and shove her face in our food. So I said, “nothing…” while looking away. She replied, “Well, it doesn’t look like there’s no problem”. Gawdamit, she was asking for it!!! I said, “Fine! You were very rude to us when we simply asked to move tables!!!” And I made sure I said it loud for the rest of the customers to hear. A few heads turned. She apologized. For the rest of the meal, she tried to be extra nice, but I could sense the fakeness in it all. She probably left a surprise or two in our meals so we left one for her. A .95 cent tip BITCH!
Other than stupid crap happening to me, I’ve been living at work for the past 2 weeks. Disregard my emails about being bored at work. I’ve been pulling 9 hr shifts with no lunch and working on weekends. Gawdamit!
Tonight: Gang Starr and Choclair concert at the Kool Haus. Yay!
Have a good weekend!!!