I don't ask for much.
Stop laughing, fuckers.
I know, I do ask for much. A lot. All of it. BUT! In my defense, I ask a lot of myself, as well, so it's not like I'm making other people do all the heavy lifting [unless there is actual heavy lifting, at which point, it's all you, thanks!].
Anyway, I just expect people to go through their lives and do things the right way. That way EVERYONE'S [meaning MY] life will go more smoothly.
Now, yesterday, I had to take the girl to the doctor because of her allergies, which stupid Nature is a fucking twat about - there is no need for all that pollen, Nature. FEDEX DELIVERS. THEY CAN BOX THAT SHIT UP AND SEND IT DIRECTLY WHERE IT NEEDS TO BE.
Oh. So, of course, we have a 1/2 hour wait to see her doctor - who I love, but I'm getting less thrilled with the 1/2 hour wait bullshit, and then she deals with the girl's allergies and all and sundry other little things, like, oh, yeah, the girl twisted her ankle at school [OF COURSE SHE DID] and it still hurts sometimes, so we needed to get an x-ray, and since I was in the building, I needed to get some blood work done [where I get periodically tested to make sure my blood is still made of unicorns], and pick up prescriptions, so all in all, it was a 2.5 hour extravaganza of "I can't believe we're still here."
We finally left, and I dropped the girl off at my parents and headed home to WORK, and thought, "You know, I should pick up a salad from my favorite place, so I can just get right to work." I called and placed an order and . . .
They fucked it up.
I get it. Working in food service is zero fun. I've done my time.
I also get that when people place a carryout order and you say, "It'll be ready in 15 minutes" and they show up and you haven't even sent the order back? YOU ARE A DOING A SHITTY JOB.
It was one fucked up thing after another - including the fact that my order, I could see, was at the bottom of all the other orders that came in after, and nobody fixed this, so I wasted THIRTY MINUTES of my life to get a WRONG ORDER during which time I asked for my money back, and they tried to give me, "Oh, we'll take $2.50 off and make it $10 even, which is 25% off" WHICH IT IS NOT, AND NOW YOUR SHITTY MATH SKILLS HAVE MADE THIS SITUATION EVEN MORE RAGE INDUCING.
I politely requested AGAIN and finally got my money back and left, tired, headachey, starving and having to make my lunch because OH YEAH, I was too upset to pick up anything else.
That fucking zen book I'm reading isn't helping as quickly as I'd like.
In the spirit of asking - I need some more questions for my Ask the Suniverse column at Funny not Slutty. Come on. You know you need my advice. Don't make me beg. More.
Also, is anyone going to the Erma Bombeck Writer's Workshop? I AM. I hope you are, too. I'll need someone to help me order lunch.
PS Lori - the girl goes to an all girls' boarding school. The boy goes to a coed one. We're crazy, but not that crazy.