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It was horribly foggy on the way to work this morning. I am astonished that there wasn't a single accident. The bad part about the fog, other than I had to drive so slow was that the fog held the nasty smell on a part of my commute close to the road. It is disgusting. There was no escaping it. It was kinda chilly this morning but hot this afternoon. I didn't check to see what the high was today but I'm guessing it was around 80 degrees.
Work was a drag for most of the day. The safe crapped out on me again. The tech support is appalling. The guy says "I don't know what you want me to do." It's pretty simple Bucky, I want you to FIX IT! I was explaining for the hundredth time what the problem was and what I had already done to try to fix it myself. When I told the guy I backdoored the programming in an attempt to reset my codes, he stammered. You know the service is bad when the guy tells you, "I think you know more about this system than I do." I finally got it working again, no thanks to tech support.
Two guys came in and told me the funniest story I've heard in long, long time. It was so un-PC but since one of the guys telling me the epic tale was black, and the story was about him, I don't if that makes it 100% un-PC. The reaction by others within earshot was exactly the same as the reaction of the people in the story. Hard to explain but it made everything even funnier. The poor guy ended up having to explain what he meant all over again to people not smart enough to understand.
I went to the craft store after I got off work. I found everything I needed except for buckram. Mark called while I was shopping. I told him I was in the fabric department looking for buckram. He made a joke about it. I don't expect Mark to know what it is. I give up and head over to the cutting table to ask the lady where it is. She had no idea what I was talking about. This is not good. I do expect the people working in the fabric department to know what buckram is. I explain what is is and what it's used for. Not a clue. I manage to find something else that will work and return to the cutting area. The poor woman was moving at a snails pace and the customer ahead of me kept having to repeat how much of what she wanted. I'm thinking to myself that I picked a really bad time to go there. Meantime, the phone is ringing off the hook. It was starting to get on my nerves. The lady said it was driving her crazy but they aren't supposed to pick up the call if they are waiting on someone. I ask if I may answer it. She didn't know what to say at first. I tell her I have nothing else to do at the moment. She agrees. I answer the phone as if I worked there. The woman on the phone wanted a price check. I find the item and give her the price. Then peace. No ringing phone. The lady started moving faster and was less distracted. That was good for me since I had a bunch of stuff to be cut. She is a bit like me I guess, I can't take a lot of noise around me. I got my stuff cut and got the hell out of there.
Now it's time to take my tired old butt to bed.
Work was a drag for most of the day. The safe crapped out on me again. The tech support is appalling. The guy says "I don't know what you want me to do." It's pretty simple Bucky, I want you to FIX IT! I was explaining for the hundredth time what the problem was and what I had already done to try to fix it myself. When I told the guy I backdoored the programming in an attempt to reset my codes, he stammered. You know the service is bad when the guy tells you, "I think you know more about this system than I do." I finally got it working again, no thanks to tech support.
Two guys came in and told me the funniest story I've heard in long, long time. It was so un-PC but since one of the guys telling me the epic tale was black, and the story was about him, I don't if that makes it 100% un-PC. The reaction by others within earshot was exactly the same as the reaction of the people in the story. Hard to explain but it made everything even funnier. The poor guy ended up having to explain what he meant all over again to people not smart enough to understand.
I went to the craft store after I got off work. I found everything I needed except for buckram. Mark called while I was shopping. I told him I was in the fabric department looking for buckram. He made a joke about it. I don't expect Mark to know what it is. I give up and head over to the cutting table to ask the lady where it is. She had no idea what I was talking about. This is not good. I do expect the people working in the fabric department to know what buckram is. I explain what is is and what it's used for. Not a clue. I manage to find something else that will work and return to the cutting area. The poor woman was moving at a snails pace and the customer ahead of me kept having to repeat how much of what she wanted. I'm thinking to myself that I picked a really bad time to go there. Meantime, the phone is ringing off the hook. It was starting to get on my nerves. The lady said it was driving her crazy but they aren't supposed to pick up the call if they are waiting on someone. I ask if I may answer it. She didn't know what to say at first. I tell her I have nothing else to do at the moment. She agrees. I answer the phone as if I worked there. The woman on the phone wanted a price check. I find the item and give her the price. Then peace. No ringing phone. The lady started moving faster and was less distracted. That was good for me since I had a bunch of stuff to be cut. She is a bit like me I guess, I can't take a lot of noise around me. I got my stuff cut and got the hell out of there.
Now it's time to take my tired old butt to bed.