Freeeeeeedom!
Last exam over! Went pretty well, I think, and got an essay back with 84%. Sweet. Now have no school... until a fortnight from now when my summer course starts. Boo! But my May is looking pretty full. Saturday I'm going to dinner with a friend from work (Pau Yung), next week I'm working 41 hours since it's before mother's day, next Tuesday is LOTR (preciousssss!), going to the cottage for Victoria Day weekend, planning a trip to Wonderland with a couple peeps from work, and have promised Pau Yung I'd see The Omen with her if she sees the Da Vinci Code with me. Yay! I'm getting a life!
And I forgot to mention the crazy balloon people at work on Sunday. I had to come in an hour early that day to open the store because we got an order of 76 latex balloons for a two-year-old's birthday, to be picked up when the store opened at eleven. My co-worker Jen came at nine that morning to start inflating them. But when did the people actually come to pick them up? Around 12:30, meaning Jen came so early for practically nothing. And they were so rude. We were both up at the front of the store when they came in (a woman and three guys) and said hello like we're supposed to do with all customers, but they completely ignored us, walked to the back of the store where we'd tied up the balloons, and just started taking them. Hello? On what planet is that okay? Even though they were paid for before hand, you just don't take stuff without informing the staff. Jen had to go back there are confirm they were actually the people who bought the balloons and untied them all for them, and they never once said thank you. Apparently the woman complained the whole time that they were "so small", too. 76 baloons are not small -- they filled a whole corner of the store! I guess she really wasn't satisfied because she came back in twice during the day, bought even more balloons, and harped on me to put more ribbon on them when I blew them up for her. In total, she spent $150 on JUST the balloons for kid's birthday. For balloons. What are they going to do when the kid turns 5? Buy him a corvette?
And I forgot to mention the crazy balloon people at work on Sunday. I had to come in an hour early that day to open the store because we got an order of 76 latex balloons for a two-year-old's birthday, to be picked up when the store opened at eleven. My co-worker Jen came at nine that morning to start inflating them. But when did the people actually come to pick them up? Around 12:30, meaning Jen came so early for practically nothing. And they were so rude. We were both up at the front of the store when they came in (a woman and three guys) and said hello like we're supposed to do with all customers, but they completely ignored us, walked to the back of the store where we'd tied up the balloons, and just started taking them. Hello? On what planet is that okay? Even though they were paid for before hand, you just don't take stuff without informing the staff. Jen had to go back there are confirm they were actually the people who bought the balloons and untied them all for them, and they never once said thank you. Apparently the woman complained the whole time that they were "so small", too. 76 baloons are not small -- they filled a whole corner of the store! I guess she really wasn't satisfied because she came back in twice during the day, bought even more balloons, and harped on me to put more ribbon on them when I blew them up for her. In total, she spent $150 on JUST the balloons for kid's birthday. For balloons. What are they going to do when the kid turns 5? Buy him a corvette?