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Ho LEE fucking cock-wad!
Dec. 18th, 2009 07:12 amSo, the phone rings this morning at 6am. SIX FUCKING A.M.
Normally, I set the alarm for sometime after 7am. I don't generally have to be at work until the afternoon, but the kids' have school, so we still have to get up early.
Lucky for me, I happened to have a phone on my nightstand. Normally, I have to run to the kitchen to answer it.
Me: Hello? (generally, when the phone rings at odd hours, it's someone drunk dialing, or someone has broken into our store and it's the police calling, or someone has you know, DIED or something.)
Man: Is Lance there?
Me: What is this regarding?
Man: Well, I uh ... I was in your store last night and I left something there.
Me: And ....?
Man: Well, I'm from out of town and my flight leaves in an hour and I really need to get this thing.
So, I pass the phone over to hubbby.
It turns out, that this guy had been looking for a kitten, and we didn't have any, so one of our staff had been calling around to different shelters etc to help this guy find a cat to bring back home (up north) with him. Long story short, WE didn't find him one, but I guess he found one late last night? Or maybe early this morning, and now he needs a kennel and his plane leaves in an hour.
Okay. I need to buy a kennel DOES NOT EQUAL 'I left something at your store.'
DON'T FUCKING LIE TO ME ASSHOLE!
To top it off, Hubby asks him where he got our number. We don't have our personal phone info on our business cards, and we certainly don't make a habit out of giving it to our customers. (for exactly this reason). Not to mention, that the phone is in MY name, not hubbys.
Turns out, this dick-face sat down with a phone book and STARTED CALLING PEOPLE WITH HUBBY'S (unusual) last name. So, not only did he wake me up and make me panic that something bad had happened, but he CALLED MY 88 YEAR OLD MOTHER IN LAW and woke her up!
And lied to her too, of course.
I have a cold, so once I woke up, the ol' mucous flow/coughing fits begin, and that doesn't make good sleep for anybody, so here i sit, AN HOUR BEFORE MY ALARM IS SET TO GO OFF, blogging about Mr. SpecialSnowflake Entitlement Asshat.
Fuck you Jerk-face. Without lube.
Needless to say, we did NOT rush over to the store and give him a kennel and complimentary blow job.
On a much happier note: I got a card from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
accioslash <3 and a sweet little package from xena_fox. Santa porn = SO FUNNEH!!
Also, my mom gave me a $100 gift certificate to my fav art store, and they had a rockin' sale Wed night. %40 off pretty much everything in the store. I bought like, $180 worth of amazing stuff and had to pay a mere $2.30 out of pocket. SCHWEET! Lots of cool things that I am usually too cheap to buy, like nice paint brushed and really high quality water colour paper.
PREPARE FOR THE PORN, PEOPLES!
So, how's YOUR day so far?
Normally, I set the alarm for sometime after 7am. I don't generally have to be at work until the afternoon, but the kids' have school, so we still have to get up early.
Lucky for me, I happened to have a phone on my nightstand. Normally, I have to run to the kitchen to answer it.
Me: Hello? (generally, when the phone rings at odd hours, it's someone drunk dialing, or someone has broken into our store and it's the police calling, or someone has you know, DIED or something.)
Man: Is Lance there?
Me: What is this regarding?
Man: Well, I uh ... I was in your store last night and I left something there.
Me: And ....?
Man: Well, I'm from out of town and my flight leaves in an hour and I really need to get this thing.
So, I pass the phone over to hubbby.
It turns out, that this guy had been looking for a kitten, and we didn't have any, so one of our staff had been calling around to different shelters etc to help this guy find a cat to bring back home (up north) with him. Long story short, WE didn't find him one, but I guess he found one late last night? Or maybe early this morning, and now he needs a kennel and his plane leaves in an hour.
Okay. I need to buy a kennel DOES NOT EQUAL 'I left something at your store.'
DON'T FUCKING LIE TO ME ASSHOLE!
To top it off, Hubby asks him where he got our number. We don't have our personal phone info on our business cards, and we certainly don't make a habit out of giving it to our customers. (for exactly this reason). Not to mention, that the phone is in MY name, not hubbys.
Turns out, this dick-face sat down with a phone book and STARTED CALLING PEOPLE WITH HUBBY'S (unusual) last name. So, not only did he wake me up and make me panic that something bad had happened, but he CALLED MY 88 YEAR OLD MOTHER IN LAW and woke her up!
And lied to her too, of course.
I have a cold, so once I woke up, the ol' mucous flow/coughing fits begin, and that doesn't make good sleep for anybody, so here i sit, AN HOUR BEFORE MY ALARM IS SET TO GO OFF, blogging about Mr. SpecialSnowflake Entitlement Asshat.
Fuck you Jerk-face. Without lube.
Needless to say, we did NOT rush over to the store and give him a kennel and complimentary blow job.
On a much happier note: I got a card from
accioslash <3 and a sweet little package from xena_fox. Santa porn = SO FUNNEH!!Also, my mom gave me a $100 gift certificate to my fav art store, and they had a rockin' sale Wed night. %40 off pretty much everything in the store. I bought like, $180 worth of amazing stuff and had to pay a mere $2.30 out of pocket. SCHWEET! Lots of cool things that I am usually too cheap to buy, like nice paint brushed and really high quality water colour paper.
PREPARE FOR THE PORN, PEOPLES!
So, how's YOUR day so far?
