Preoccupied With 1955: Day Six
Nov. 10th, 2005 10:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
crossover_chickNovember 10th, 1955: "Empty day" in canon -- i.e., no mention of it in the book or the movie. Marty and Doc probably just made some minor refinements to their plans and all that.
-M: It's weird to see a short Backie Day entry.-
I know. But wait until November 12th, that'll make up for it. A LOT.-
-D: Still trying to type up some of that before the actual day?-
Yeah, it's easier to do that then try to marathon-type it later. It's the temporal junction point for the entire space-time continuum, though, what do you expect?
-OD: You know, Old Biff choosing that date could still be a coincidence.-
I know. I base my statement partially on the fact that the day is featured in all three films. Even Back To The Future Part III uses it as the pre-credits sequence. There's just something about the 12th.
-D: *grin* That's true. A very important day in history for all of us.-
And I look forward to celebrating it. :)
Drycleaners was really dead again today -- we got eclairs though, as yesterday was Lori's birthday. I polished off a whole one.
-TD: Yum yum, eclairs.-
It was good. I like pastries in general. Muffins rock my socks. Anyway, I realized I have a customer suckage story for you guys from the day before. I was at the counter, doing the service monkey thing, and this old lady comes up to me. I check out her name and all that -- she's picking up and dropping off. She's a little exacting, but I can deal with that. Now, she has a LOT of stuff, and we're having a bit of a rush -- people are coming into the store. Our boss said that some people were complaining about wait times, so I decide to do a "Quick Recieve" instead of a regular one. Quick Recieve lets you just put in how many items they have for drycleaning rather than how many of each category, color, pattenr, all that. The customer still gets a ticket, just not a price. I recognize this may be inconvienent, but B does it a lot and hasn't had any complaints. So I print out the Quick Recieve slips and hand her one, explaining it'll be ready on Tuesday and I'll be right back with her pickup.
She stops me and asks for the price of the clothes. I explain that I don't know, that I put it through as a quick recieve since it's busy. She doesn't seem to understand and really wants the price, so I have to go through and put in all the clothes as a regular receive so she has her price. Not too bad, although it annoyed me since we were getting a line (and B had her own troubles with a lady who's order wasn't showing up).
After getting her the price on the drop-off clothes, I go get her pickup and tell her the price on that.
She wants to pay for the pickup AND prepay for the drop off AT THE SAME TIME.
No Can Do. We have to do them as separate transactions. I try to explain this to her -- I can let you prepay for your dropoff right after you pay for your pick-up, but I can't do them at the same time. She insists that there must be a way. I get annoyed and ask B for her help -- she has us switch customers so she can try to explain. The lady is just not getting that it has to be separate transactions. She does apprently understand at some point, though, as she does pay.
B's customer was pretty weird too -- we were doing our best to figure out what happened to a dress of hers (apparently it got mixed up with another person's order), but she refused to leave until I came over to see if I recognized her.
Buh? I know that it's dead a lot, but we get do get a lot of customers, and a good number of them I see only once or twice. I remember exactly four people: a man who drops off a suit for his wife about once a week, a man who I remember solely because he smokes cigars (not in the store, luckily), a woman who has a kid, is very slightly built, and has an unusual last name, and a woman who apparently shares a bit of my fascination with bats. Other than that, you may as well be a stranger -- which you ARE.
-M: *fears for his life in retail*-
-J: You become a rich rock star, you don't need to fear.-
-M: Hey, I have to do something before I strike it big.-
-M2: Ditto. And who's to say you won't have a retail job.-
Oooh, it's worse for Jennifer -- I imagine at least one of her doing tech support for a while.
-J2: Gah! With the sexist, "you can't fix my problem you're not a man" assholes?!-
-VuM: You just love spreading the pain, don't you?-
-VM: Suddenly very happy I live in the shadows and thus can't have a job.-
-TD: *sees sketch* Doing "Warsies Again"?-
Yup. It's been on my mind. Not liking how elongated the sitters are looking, though.
-OD: *happy squeaking from tentacles* At least you're drawing, thank you.-
Hey, I promised. "Eight Arms" is just about done too, topping out at 80 pages. Congratulations.
-VuM: Cool!-
-VD2: Don't forget to spend a little time with "Dusky Past."-
Do my best. *salutes*
-TD: After you finish up "Eight Arms," then what?-
Finishing up and sending out "Teen Doc" and getting my ass into gear on some editing. Right now I want to redo two of my earliest 1955 stories, then maybe work on getting "Reality Check 2" up on my website. The NonTrilogy page looks rather skimpy.
-D: Just out of curiosity, what will be your next NonTrilogy story?-
I'd really like to get some of the earlier stuff redone, so probably "Past Amensia." Although I admit, "Reno Runaways" bugs me every time I play Twin Oaks Park. Which reminds me, I need to put in a telescope hack soon to get you abducted.
-VD: Lovely, just what we want for Christmas.-
Hey! It's before Thanksgiving. No Christmas talk yet.
-VD: O.o Touchy.-
Sorry, but when I see Christmas decorations intermingling with Halloween ones, it kinda annoys me. Christmas is nice, but do we really need THREE MONTHS dedicated to it? Thanksgiving is a forgotten holiday.
-DW: Not over here. I'm looking forward to turkey.-
Well, we don't have turkey on Thanksgiving here. . . .
*stunned stares*
-H: What sacrilege is this?-
-TD: You don't have turkey on Thanksgiving?-
We have it a lot the rest of the year! I had turkey soup tonight!
-D: Then what are we having?-
Mom's cooking lobster.
-DW: Lobster?-
Yes. Lobster. Lobster is tasty.
-OD: But it's Thanksgiving.-
Well, no one's saying you guys can't order a turkey.
-M: It's weird to see a short Backie Day entry.-
I know. But wait until November 12th, that'll make up for it. A LOT.-
-D: Still trying to type up some of that before the actual day?-
Yeah, it's easier to do that then try to marathon-type it later. It's the temporal junction point for the entire space-time continuum, though, what do you expect?
-OD: You know, Old Biff choosing that date could still be a coincidence.-
I know. I base my statement partially on the fact that the day is featured in all three films. Even Back To The Future Part III uses it as the pre-credits sequence. There's just something about the 12th.
-D: *grin* That's true. A very important day in history for all of us.-
And I look forward to celebrating it. :)
Drycleaners was really dead again today -- we got eclairs though, as yesterday was Lori's birthday. I polished off a whole one.
-TD: Yum yum, eclairs.-
It was good. I like pastries in general. Muffins rock my socks. Anyway, I realized I have a customer suckage story for you guys from the day before. I was at the counter, doing the service monkey thing, and this old lady comes up to me. I check out her name and all that -- she's picking up and dropping off. She's a little exacting, but I can deal with that. Now, she has a LOT of stuff, and we're having a bit of a rush -- people are coming into the store. Our boss said that some people were complaining about wait times, so I decide to do a "Quick Recieve" instead of a regular one. Quick Recieve lets you just put in how many items they have for drycleaning rather than how many of each category, color, pattenr, all that. The customer still gets a ticket, just not a price. I recognize this may be inconvienent, but B does it a lot and hasn't had any complaints. So I print out the Quick Recieve slips and hand her one, explaining it'll be ready on Tuesday and I'll be right back with her pickup.
She stops me and asks for the price of the clothes. I explain that I don't know, that I put it through as a quick recieve since it's busy. She doesn't seem to understand and really wants the price, so I have to go through and put in all the clothes as a regular receive so she has her price. Not too bad, although it annoyed me since we were getting a line (and B had her own troubles with a lady who's order wasn't showing up).
After getting her the price on the drop-off clothes, I go get her pickup and tell her the price on that.
She wants to pay for the pickup AND prepay for the drop off AT THE SAME TIME.
No Can Do. We have to do them as separate transactions. I try to explain this to her -- I can let you prepay for your dropoff right after you pay for your pick-up, but I can't do them at the same time. She insists that there must be a way. I get annoyed and ask B for her help -- she has us switch customers so she can try to explain. The lady is just not getting that it has to be separate transactions. She does apprently understand at some point, though, as she does pay.
B's customer was pretty weird too -- we were doing our best to figure out what happened to a dress of hers (apparently it got mixed up with another person's order), but she refused to leave until I came over to see if I recognized her.
Buh? I know that it's dead a lot, but we get do get a lot of customers, and a good number of them I see only once or twice. I remember exactly four people: a man who drops off a suit for his wife about once a week, a man who I remember solely because he smokes cigars (not in the store, luckily), a woman who has a kid, is very slightly built, and has an unusual last name, and a woman who apparently shares a bit of my fascination with bats. Other than that, you may as well be a stranger -- which you ARE.
-M: *fears for his life in retail*-
-J: You become a rich rock star, you don't need to fear.-
-M: Hey, I have to do something before I strike it big.-
-M2: Ditto. And who's to say you won't have a retail job.-
Oooh, it's worse for Jennifer -- I imagine at least one of her doing tech support for a while.
-J2: Gah! With the sexist, "you can't fix my problem you're not a man" assholes?!-
-VuM: You just love spreading the pain, don't you?-
-VM: Suddenly very happy I live in the shadows and thus can't have a job.-
-TD: *sees sketch* Doing "Warsies Again"?-
Yup. It's been on my mind. Not liking how elongated the sitters are looking, though.
-OD: *happy squeaking from tentacles* At least you're drawing, thank you.-
Hey, I promised. "Eight Arms" is just about done too, topping out at 80 pages. Congratulations.
-VuM: Cool!-
-VD2: Don't forget to spend a little time with "Dusky Past."-
Do my best. *salutes*
-TD: After you finish up "Eight Arms," then what?-
Finishing up and sending out "Teen Doc" and getting my ass into gear on some editing. Right now I want to redo two of my earliest 1955 stories, then maybe work on getting "Reality Check 2" up on my website. The NonTrilogy page looks rather skimpy.
-D: Just out of curiosity, what will be your next NonTrilogy story?-
I'd really like to get some of the earlier stuff redone, so probably "Past Amensia." Although I admit, "Reno Runaways" bugs me every time I play Twin Oaks Park. Which reminds me, I need to put in a telescope hack soon to get you abducted.
-VD: Lovely, just what we want for Christmas.-
Hey! It's before Thanksgiving. No Christmas talk yet.
-VD: O.o Touchy.-
Sorry, but when I see Christmas decorations intermingling with Halloween ones, it kinda annoys me. Christmas is nice, but do we really need THREE MONTHS dedicated to it? Thanksgiving is a forgotten holiday.
-DW: Not over here. I'm looking forward to turkey.-
Well, we don't have turkey on Thanksgiving here. . . .
*stunned stares*
-H: What sacrilege is this?-
-TD: You don't have turkey on Thanksgiving?-
We have it a lot the rest of the year! I had turkey soup tonight!
-D: Then what are we having?-
Mom's cooking lobster.
-DW: Lobster?-
Yes. Lobster. Lobster is tasty.
-OD: But it's Thanksgiving.-
Well, no one's saying you guys can't order a turkey.
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