Washer and dryer and pictures and more
I've been pretty out of it the past few days. I'm ditzy and flaky and tired. I lose my concentration easily, that is when I feel like doing something. I'm kind of glad that I'm not working now, because it wouldn't be pretty. But at the same time, because of the condition I'm in, I'm not getting anything done, and it frustrates me. I'd better get it together pretty quickly, though; I have an appointment tomorrow at 2 with the lady at Unemployment, and an interview at 2 on Monday for a job. Wish me luck!
One of the items on my list is to do my laundry. I actually couldn't before because of the impending arrival. The new washer and dryer got here yesterday afternoon. It was funny; Sears called multiple times to confirm when they'd be dropping it off, and the guy called again yesterday to let us know he'd be late and our 12:30-2:30 window was pushed back...to 2:45-2:50. I thought that was kind of cute, actually, because I figured they'd have to push it back even farther. As it was, they didn't show up until after 3, but it was fine. The guys were funny and made us laugh. My dad came home in the middle of it and parked in the garage. This really upset my mom, and me to a degree, because hello, when all the family's four-door vehicles are parked on the street, shouldn't that be a sign that the no-door vehicle should be parked there temporarily as well, especially considering there was room? Whatever. And then dad walked in the house and was like, why did you move the cars? Uh, because we were asked to so the guys would have a place to work? Also, the night before, my father even suggested it, then promptly forgot or ran late or some combination of the two, meaning I had to move both his and my cars, meaning this was how I discovered my father's car hasn't had power steering since February. Yeah, that would be what upset me most--or, wait, was it nearly crashing into the curb because the wheel wouldn't turn? Maybe that was it. No wonder dad keeps wanting to ride his bike--better gas mileage my ass.
I drove my own car today; my steering wheel felt feather-light after dad's. I had to go to the bank and then I decided to stop by Target to check out their photo processing stuff. I'm gun-shy about going back to Jewel but I may try it. The good news was that Target offered a photo CD for whatever processing you got. That's great. But the bad news is that they only offer 4x6 prints. Ugh. And when I asked the photo guy about it, he gave me an answer that reminded me of former coworker I., basically that when a store has 30 square feet of space remaining in which to put something, and their choices are a photo lab or an optical lab, and they choose the photo lab, they're not going to be able to devote much of that 30 square feet of space to producing more than a basic size of photos. The only helpful thing he said was to try Wolf Camera or some other dedicated photo place, because they're the ones that might have 3x5 capabilities. Okay. Good to know. And that's exactly why I got out of retail--because I knew that while I hated giving the exact same answers to things over and over again and tried to get creative or what have you, it's not what the customer needs or wants to hear. A simple "I'm sorry, we're not able to do that" would have sufficed.
And, by the way, to the lady in the Jeep who nearly got into two accidents, including with me, within a half-block span: Look first, then try to change lanes. The people who got there legally prefer it that way.
One of the items on my list is to do my laundry. I actually couldn't before because of the impending arrival. The new washer and dryer got here yesterday afternoon. It was funny; Sears called multiple times to confirm when they'd be dropping it off, and the guy called again yesterday to let us know he'd be late and our 12:30-2:30 window was pushed back...to 2:45-2:50. I thought that was kind of cute, actually, because I figured they'd have to push it back even farther. As it was, they didn't show up until after 3, but it was fine. The guys were funny and made us laugh. My dad came home in the middle of it and parked in the garage. This really upset my mom, and me to a degree, because hello, when all the family's four-door vehicles are parked on the street, shouldn't that be a sign that the no-door vehicle should be parked there temporarily as well, especially considering there was room? Whatever. And then dad walked in the house and was like, why did you move the cars? Uh, because we were asked to so the guys would have a place to work? Also, the night before, my father even suggested it, then promptly forgot or ran late or some combination of the two, meaning I had to move both his and my cars, meaning this was how I discovered my father's car hasn't had power steering since February. Yeah, that would be what upset me most--or, wait, was it nearly crashing into the curb because the wheel wouldn't turn? Maybe that was it. No wonder dad keeps wanting to ride his bike--better gas mileage my ass.
I drove my own car today; my steering wheel felt feather-light after dad's. I had to go to the bank and then I decided to stop by Target to check out their photo processing stuff. I'm gun-shy about going back to Jewel but I may try it. The good news was that Target offered a photo CD for whatever processing you got. That's great. But the bad news is that they only offer 4x6 prints. Ugh. And when I asked the photo guy about it, he gave me an answer that reminded me of former coworker I., basically that when a store has 30 square feet of space remaining in which to put something, and their choices are a photo lab or an optical lab, and they choose the photo lab, they're not going to be able to devote much of that 30 square feet of space to producing more than a basic size of photos. The only helpful thing he said was to try Wolf Camera or some other dedicated photo place, because they're the ones that might have 3x5 capabilities. Okay. Good to know. And that's exactly why I got out of retail--because I knew that while I hated giving the exact same answers to things over and over again and tried to get creative or what have you, it's not what the customer needs or wants to hear. A simple "I'm sorry, we're not able to do that" would have sufficed.
And, by the way, to the lady in the Jeep who nearly got into two accidents, including with me, within a half-block span: Look first, then try to change lanes. The people who got there legally prefer it that way.