Dec. 29th, 2005

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Actually making progress editing "Reality Check 2." Maybe I'll be able to get it up on the website by the start of the year.
-D: I hope so. We're sick of that story sticking around.-
LoL. I'm trying, honest.
-VD: Well, the sooner you get that out, the sooner you can get back to "V.D."-
True, true.

Work related woes:
-->I come in this morning to find a bunch of bags filled with clothes in the front. I figure, no big deal -- we probably just had a rush and B needs help tagging it all in.
Nope. The bagged stuff is all Tuesday orders we haven't gotten to yet. On a regular week, we'd be around the Tuesdays by now. Instead, we're stuck in Thursday/Friday. What's the problem?
Our cleaning person is having hip replacement surgery, and is in Providence doing prep work;
Our cleaning machine has decided to give up the ghost for the day.
-M: Okay, that can't be good.-
It isn't. After a brief burst of activity in the morning, the shop basically shuts down. There's nothing to put away because nothing can be cleaned, and we have very few customers. The owner eventually sent stuff up to our other store to be cleaned (there's a couple of other shops scattered around) and I ended up getting sent home early because it was so dead.
-D: Well, I suppose that's good.-
Yeah, nice having lunch a little early I guess.
-->A couple of days ago we got a jerk at the front. I went up to discover B waiting on a guy with a lot of stuff (spread out all over the counter) and a pile of shirts on the floor. B asks me to start bundling the shirts for the laundry. As I do so, the guy says that some of the shirts were for drycleaning, not laundry. He sounds a little shirty (no pun intended), B tells him it's okay, we can fix it. She starts redoing slips and asks him about his drycleaned shirts. She warns him the shirts will be about triple in price (we do this to most everyone).
The guy tells her that he's 70 years old, he doesn't care how much money she's trying to save him, and that he wants his shirts done the way he wants them in a nasty tone. Cue B asking me to finish serving. I do so, with one of the pressers coming up to the front to see what's happening. The guy, in between telling me how he wants everything (he claims to have sorted things how he wanted them, but I didn't see that), complains to the presser, L, that he's 70 years old, he doesn't care that B was trying to save him money, that B needs to listen to the customer more, yadayadacustomeralwaysrightyadayada. And trust me, he's being pretty annoying about the whole thing. AND apparently he's not satisfied with the small slips -- he claims I didn't give him some slips for his clothes when I KNOW I gave him the small slips. We gave him all big slips and he finally left.
After he's gone and we're tagging in, L reveals that this guy was KICKED OUT once before for rudeness. I believe it.
-->Name funniness: I spotted a "Lockhart, G" on a slip. I can only IMAGINE the Harry Potter jokes. I also looked up some names:
No McFlys or Tannens
3 Stricklands
Lots of Browns, but no Emmett Brown
-TD: Too bad.-
Yeah. Oh well.
Okay, back to fanfiction and maybe some fanart.
-OD: *poke* That's right.-

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