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I have just finished the brownies. In the new oven. Take that, old-oven-that-tried-to-kill-us-all. I hope you're in a scrap heap, you stupid appliance. By the way, the brownies are really really good.
edit: I forgot to mention... the new oven also has a "self-clean" feature...
Anyway. I had an interesting day today, to say the least.
So, I went jogging before work today. *ooo sounds so early and industrious of me. Work was at 2pm, so it wasn't that big of a deal* It was around 2.5 miles today.
THEN I go door hanging, where I got to jog some more. I can't say exactly how far I went (or how many stairs I climbed...), but it was probably at least 2 miles more, though not all at once. O yeah, and we did an apartment complex that reminded me of.... well, there's nothing really like it, except Mattlock. Y'know that cruddy old-guy lawyer show, from who knows when? Yeah. The apartments would have fit perfectly in that show. Might have been in it, who knows.
By the way, I hate the apartments that are 3 stories, where you have to climb all those stairs just to hang ONE hanger on ONE door. I imagine if there was a noise dispute on the third floor, the one guy would have to climb down two flights and up two more just to yell at the guy, and then do it again just to get back home, by which time the noise would be elevated again. That thought actually cheered me up. *smile*
Ok, now for the interesting part. I go to deliver to this one woman (who ordered just one pizza, and lived pretty far away from the store. *shrug*). She tipped well, but then for some reason, started asking me about my job, and about whether I was going to school, what I was studying. At first I was thinking "...ok, another crazy lady." To be fair, I've only had that happen to me a couple-few times. But then she mentions to me that she knows this person that has studied music and gives out scholarships, etc. etc., and gives me this business card. So who knows? I'll keep you all posted.
O yeah, not long before I got off, I answered this call from this woman (different crazy, different woman), who was essentially complaining that she didn't get any dipping sauce and that she wanted a free oreo dessert pizza because of it (by the way, COMPLETELY unrelated product, and no, she didn't order that originally). That's the kind of thing I like to hand over to the manager, so that they can deal with it in their own special way, but she wouldn't let me! And she went on about how we haven't given her any dipping sauce the last three times we delivered there. Somehow, I seriously doubt it. Actually, I'm more convinced that she's just taking advantage of my undeserving (well, I suppose somewhat-deserving, and only some of them) managers, and that she's never actually been deprived of the sauces she was entitled to. But to make it worse, I find out this is a house I just delivered to! Of course, that's not something you say to her, because she thinks I'm still on the road, and I don't feel like disillusioning her of that notion. THANKFULLY, though, after I was off the phone, they let me off work, so I didn't need to deal with that further. By the way, they only gave me a dollar tip in the first place, so I get the feeling they were planning on something like that anyway. *something wrong with people that tip poorly...*
"Don't worry, I've done this before
It'll hurt like hell and leave you sore
No use escaping, hold on to your ticket of gold
and close your eyes..."
(~Sonata Arctica, "Fly With the Black Swan")
"Mother was yet confident, although they had it tight, taught her son
At the end of every tunnel’s a little light.
It wasn't a lie, it was her hope, that everything would be fine one day"
(~Sonata Arctica, "Caleb")
"No, I don't want to let you go
Tonight I fear I'll say goodbye to my little friend
Don't want to let you go..."
(~Sonata Arctica, "Under Your Tree")
edit: I forgot to mention... the new oven also has a "self-clean" feature...
Anyway. I had an interesting day today, to say the least.
So, I went jogging before work today. *ooo sounds so early and industrious of me. Work was at 2pm, so it wasn't that big of a deal* It was around 2.5 miles today.
THEN I go door hanging, where I got to jog some more. I can't say exactly how far I went (or how many stairs I climbed...), but it was probably at least 2 miles more, though not all at once. O yeah, and we did an apartment complex that reminded me of.... well, there's nothing really like it, except Mattlock. Y'know that cruddy old-guy lawyer show, from who knows when? Yeah. The apartments would have fit perfectly in that show. Might have been in it, who knows.
By the way, I hate the apartments that are 3 stories, where you have to climb all those stairs just to hang ONE hanger on ONE door. I imagine if there was a noise dispute on the third floor, the one guy would have to climb down two flights and up two more just to yell at the guy, and then do it again just to get back home, by which time the noise would be elevated again. That thought actually cheered me up. *smile*
Ok, now for the interesting part. I go to deliver to this one woman (who ordered just one pizza, and lived pretty far away from the store. *shrug*). She tipped well, but then for some reason, started asking me about my job, and about whether I was going to school, what I was studying. At first I was thinking "...ok, another crazy lady." To be fair, I've only had that happen to me a couple-few times. But then she mentions to me that she knows this person that has studied music and gives out scholarships, etc. etc., and gives me this business card. So who knows? I'll keep you all posted.
O yeah, not long before I got off, I answered this call from this woman (different crazy, different woman), who was essentially complaining that she didn't get any dipping sauce and that she wanted a free oreo dessert pizza because of it (by the way, COMPLETELY unrelated product, and no, she didn't order that originally). That's the kind of thing I like to hand over to the manager, so that they can deal with it in their own special way, but she wouldn't let me! And she went on about how we haven't given her any dipping sauce the last three times we delivered there. Somehow, I seriously doubt it. Actually, I'm more convinced that she's just taking advantage of my undeserving (well, I suppose somewhat-deserving, and only some of them) managers, and that she's never actually been deprived of the sauces she was entitled to. But to make it worse, I find out this is a house I just delivered to! Of course, that's not something you say to her, because she thinks I'm still on the road, and I don't feel like disillusioning her of that notion. THANKFULLY, though, after I was off the phone, they let me off work, so I didn't need to deal with that further. By the way, they only gave me a dollar tip in the first place, so I get the feeling they were planning on something like that anyway. *something wrong with people that tip poorly...*
"Don't worry, I've done this before
It'll hurt like hell and leave you sore
No use escaping, hold on to your ticket of gold
and close your eyes..."
(~Sonata Arctica, "Fly With the Black Swan")
"Mother was yet confident, although they had it tight, taught her son
At the end of every tunnel’s a little light.
It wasn't a lie, it was her hope, that everything would be fine one day"
(~Sonata Arctica, "Caleb")
"No, I don't want to let you go
Tonight I fear I'll say goodbye to my little friend
Don't want to let you go..."
(~Sonata Arctica, "Under Your Tree")