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crossover_chick*overly long opening quote of DOOM up there* Here were are, in the time period that quietly bookends Marty and Doc's adventures. October 25th kicks everything off, introducing us to all the characters (yes, even Doc -- we DO hear his voice on the phone!) and setting up the main plot with the "how your father and I first met" story. This is the last time for a good while that the timeline will be able to relax.
-HD: All's fair in love and time travel.-
Heh, I dunno about that.
-TD: How's the fanfiction going? Do I have to poke you about "Boy Genius" again?-
Probably, yeah. Came up with an idea for Geno's Meme Drabble today at work, so at least that's settled. Also got a page on "Corpse Mask" and a half-page on "Cinder-Marty," so that's four pages total for each. We'll see what tomorrow brings (morning shift again).
-VD2: *nods* That's good.-
-VD: Dare we ask how "You Look Interesting" is coming?-
All right -- managed to get over the dream. Though poor Emmet's about to find out what exactly he's in for.
-TD: This is a rather graphic story, isn't it?-
-DW: You have no idea.-
-MF: The plot bunnies taste weird as hell.-
I'm sorry -- do you want seasonings?
-DW: Doesn't really mask the taste, I'm afraid.-
*patpats* Too bad. Anything I can do?
-MF: Think of something else for a change!-
Well, the only other big project is the November NaNo Project. Which has Jack.
-MF: That'll do -- we already know he gets his just desserts.-
:) Honestly looking forward to writing that -- dunno if I'll FINISH it as a NaNo thing. The plot is running wild, what there is of it.
-D: How many characters are you bringing into it?-
Everybody in the main universes and some minor ones -- it's complicated. We'll see better once we write it.
Now, time for a brief work rant:
This lady comes in late in the day, looking for a dress she brought in to be cleaned -- her Halloween costume and wedding dress, apparently. Nothing too major about that. I take her ticket, put in her name --
The order comes up detailed.
Uh-oh. This dress was supposed to be done on Tuesday -- what happened? I print up a copy of the full order and go into the back to look around. I find the actual slip sitting on our table, but there's no sign of the dress. Great. And since I'm alone, I have no one to ask. I try calling my boss, but I get his voice mail. Since I don't think he actually checks his messages (he always asks what the call was about), I hang up and go to tell the lady it's not done yet.
Me: *annoyed with boss* It's not done yet.
Lady: What?? It was supposed to be ready on Tuesday.
Me: I know, I know, I don't know what happened.
Lady: Is the manager here?
Me: No, sorry, it's just me. Here, let me try calling him again. . . . *gets voice mail* Got his voice mail.
Lady: Leave a message.
Me: *okiedokie* Hey Boss? I have Dress Lady here, and her dress isn't done -- do you have any idea where it is?
Lady: *interrupts to add stuff -- color of dress, change to last name*
Me: *tries to add all this to message*
After I hang up, the lady decides she wants a look in back to see if she can find it. All right, fair enough, I let her follow me into the back while I try to see where it is again.
Lady: *as I search the stuff that's ready to be pressed* Why are you looking over there? It'll be in the done stuff!
Me: *WTF?* No, it isn't done yet, so it wouldn't be.
After I try looking through the stuff to be pressed and the stuff still being cleaned, I notice another customer up front. I can't see Lady, and I have no idea where else to look, so I take a moment to handle him. Once his dropoff's taken care of, I catch up with Lady again.
Lady: I don't see it back there.
Me: *damn* *looks through stuff again* I don't know where it could be, I can't find it and you obviously didn't see it--
Lady: Well, that's not my job!
Uh, Lady? You're the one who asked to look.
Lady: It's obviously lost. You're in big trouble, that was my mother's wedding dress. If you lost it, I'm gonna make you pay a ton of money for it.
Me: *trying to be patient, but getting a little pissed at this lady's attitude* Here, I'll make up a note for the boss when he gets in. *does so, making note that she's mad*
Lady: Let's keep looking. Why don't you look in these racks? *she's back over at the done racks*
Me: It wouldn't be in there --
Lady: Why not? You can't find it anywhere else!
Me: *getting annoyed, grabs slip* Look, if it were done, we wouldn't have this problem. You see, this slip would be stapled to it if it were done -- I wouldn't have been able to get it. So there's no way it could be in the done racks.
Lady has no real response to this, and goes deeper into the back for I guess another look. I quickly finish up with the other guy and send him on his way as the lady comes back.
Lady: This is bullshit, it was supposed to be done on Tuesday, you obviously lost it, you're in major dodo.
Me: *annoyed at both my boss and her by this point* I really don't know what else to do. We've both looked around back there. I can have my boss call you and have him explain things.
Lady: Yeah, you'd better do that, and he'd better call me first thing in the morning. *gives me cell, which I write down* And I'll be back tomorrow too. You'd better find this thing.
Me: I know, I'm sorry about this.
Lady: I'll be back. And that girl who took me in really didn't know what she was doing.
Lady finally leaves. I can understand she's upset, but she was being kind of an asshole about the whole thing. I put the note in a safe place and cross my fingers that my boss actually calls her.
About a half-hour later -- I've served a few customers, I'm getting the registers ready to cash out, trying to get my half-page on "Cinder-Marty" so I'll have my four pages on each story. The phone rings.
Me: Hello, Suburban Cleaners.
Lady: This is Dress Lady, have you found my dress yet?
Me: *WTF?!* *quickly goes to confirm that it is indeed the woman who was just in (her last name was a little garbled)*
Lady: *REALLY rudely* Hello?!
Me: I -- No, I'm sorry, it hasn't turned up yet.
Lady: Are you kidding me? Where is your manager?
Me: I don't know (and I don't -- I assume he's with his kids at football practice, but I don't know where that is), he'll be here first thing in the morning. All I can do is call his cell.
Lady: I want his cell number, I'm not dealing with you anymore. This is ridiculous, the dress was supposed to be ready on Tuesday, blah blah.
Me: *alright, I'm pissed* *gives out cell -- let my boss deal with her*
Really, I haven't had a customer like her with lost clothing yet! Most people are a lot more reasonable about misplaced clothing -- they may get upset, but they're open to coming the next day. Generally I only get upset with my boss for not getting stuff done on time. (Boss, hint: If your current staff seems inadequate for handling the workload -- HIRE MORE PEOPLE!) This lady though -- yeesh! I hope we can get her all set tomorrow, otherwise. . . .
Luckily for me, I had a nice customer right after her phone call, who said he liked when I was around and that I was very efficient. :)
-OD: *tentacles screek* And your parents wonder why you wanted a three-day weekend.-
Heh, well, generally the problem with customers is volume, not bitchiness. Rushes are the worst when you're alone.
Okay, time to get ready for bed. I hope I don't wriggle out of my socks tonight -- it's starting to get nippy.
-RPD: Are we taking your computer in for service on Saturday?-
I dunno -- I think so. I really hope there's a technician who plays Sims there -- it would make things so much easier. :( I miss my Sims. Stupid graphics card issues.
-HD: All's fair in love and time travel.-
Heh, I dunno about that.
-TD: How's the fanfiction going? Do I have to poke you about "Boy Genius" again?-
Probably, yeah. Came up with an idea for Geno's Meme Drabble today at work, so at least that's settled. Also got a page on "Corpse Mask" and a half-page on "Cinder-Marty," so that's four pages total for each. We'll see what tomorrow brings (morning shift again).
-VD2: *nods* That's good.-
-VD: Dare we ask how "You Look Interesting" is coming?-
All right -- managed to get over the dream. Though poor Emmet's about to find out what exactly he's in for.
-TD: This is a rather graphic story, isn't it?-
-DW: You have no idea.-
-MF: The plot bunnies taste weird as hell.-
I'm sorry -- do you want seasonings?
-DW: Doesn't really mask the taste, I'm afraid.-
*patpats* Too bad. Anything I can do?
-MF: Think of something else for a change!-
Well, the only other big project is the November NaNo Project. Which has Jack.
-MF: That'll do -- we already know he gets his just desserts.-
:) Honestly looking forward to writing that -- dunno if I'll FINISH it as a NaNo thing. The plot is running wild, what there is of it.
-D: How many characters are you bringing into it?-
Everybody in the main universes and some minor ones -- it's complicated. We'll see better once we write it.
Now, time for a brief work rant:
This lady comes in late in the day, looking for a dress she brought in to be cleaned -- her Halloween costume and wedding dress, apparently. Nothing too major about that. I take her ticket, put in her name --
The order comes up detailed.
Uh-oh. This dress was supposed to be done on Tuesday -- what happened? I print up a copy of the full order and go into the back to look around. I find the actual slip sitting on our table, but there's no sign of the dress. Great. And since I'm alone, I have no one to ask. I try calling my boss, but I get his voice mail. Since I don't think he actually checks his messages (he always asks what the call was about), I hang up and go to tell the lady it's not done yet.
Me: *annoyed with boss* It's not done yet.
Lady: What?? It was supposed to be ready on Tuesday.
Me: I know, I know, I don't know what happened.
Lady: Is the manager here?
Me: No, sorry, it's just me. Here, let me try calling him again. . . . *gets voice mail* Got his voice mail.
Lady: Leave a message.
Me: *okiedokie* Hey Boss? I have Dress Lady here, and her dress isn't done -- do you have any idea where it is?
Lady: *interrupts to add stuff -- color of dress, change to last name*
Me: *tries to add all this to message*
After I hang up, the lady decides she wants a look in back to see if she can find it. All right, fair enough, I let her follow me into the back while I try to see where it is again.
Lady: *as I search the stuff that's ready to be pressed* Why are you looking over there? It'll be in the done stuff!
Me: *WTF?* No, it isn't done yet, so it wouldn't be.
After I try looking through the stuff to be pressed and the stuff still being cleaned, I notice another customer up front. I can't see Lady, and I have no idea where else to look, so I take a moment to handle him. Once his dropoff's taken care of, I catch up with Lady again.
Lady: I don't see it back there.
Me: *damn* *looks through stuff again* I don't know where it could be, I can't find it and you obviously didn't see it--
Lady: Well, that's not my job!
Uh, Lady? You're the one who asked to look.
Lady: It's obviously lost. You're in big trouble, that was my mother's wedding dress. If you lost it, I'm gonna make you pay a ton of money for it.
Me: *trying to be patient, but getting a little pissed at this lady's attitude* Here, I'll make up a note for the boss when he gets in. *does so, making note that she's mad*
Lady: Let's keep looking. Why don't you look in these racks? *she's back over at the done racks*
Me: It wouldn't be in there --
Lady: Why not? You can't find it anywhere else!
Me: *getting annoyed, grabs slip* Look, if it were done, we wouldn't have this problem. You see, this slip would be stapled to it if it were done -- I wouldn't have been able to get it. So there's no way it could be in the done racks.
Lady has no real response to this, and goes deeper into the back for I guess another look. I quickly finish up with the other guy and send him on his way as the lady comes back.
Lady: This is bullshit, it was supposed to be done on Tuesday, you obviously lost it, you're in major dodo.
Me: *annoyed at both my boss and her by this point* I really don't know what else to do. We've both looked around back there. I can have my boss call you and have him explain things.
Lady: Yeah, you'd better do that, and he'd better call me first thing in the morning. *gives me cell, which I write down* And I'll be back tomorrow too. You'd better find this thing.
Me: I know, I'm sorry about this.
Lady: I'll be back. And that girl who took me in really didn't know what she was doing.
Lady finally leaves. I can understand she's upset, but she was being kind of an asshole about the whole thing. I put the note in a safe place and cross my fingers that my boss actually calls her.
About a half-hour later -- I've served a few customers, I'm getting the registers ready to cash out, trying to get my half-page on "Cinder-Marty" so I'll have my four pages on each story. The phone rings.
Me: Hello, Suburban Cleaners.
Lady: This is Dress Lady, have you found my dress yet?
Me: *WTF?!* *quickly goes to confirm that it is indeed the woman who was just in (her last name was a little garbled)*
Lady: *REALLY rudely* Hello?!
Me: I -- No, I'm sorry, it hasn't turned up yet.
Lady: Are you kidding me? Where is your manager?
Me: I don't know (and I don't -- I assume he's with his kids at football practice, but I don't know where that is), he'll be here first thing in the morning. All I can do is call his cell.
Lady: I want his cell number, I'm not dealing with you anymore. This is ridiculous, the dress was supposed to be ready on Tuesday, blah blah.
Me: *alright, I'm pissed* *gives out cell -- let my boss deal with her*
Really, I haven't had a customer like her with lost clothing yet! Most people are a lot more reasonable about misplaced clothing -- they may get upset, but they're open to coming the next day. Generally I only get upset with my boss for not getting stuff done on time. (Boss, hint: If your current staff seems inadequate for handling the workload -- HIRE MORE PEOPLE!) This lady though -- yeesh! I hope we can get her all set tomorrow, otherwise. . . .
Luckily for me, I had a nice customer right after her phone call, who said he liked when I was around and that I was very efficient. :)
-OD: *tentacles screek* And your parents wonder why you wanted a three-day weekend.-
Heh, well, generally the problem with customers is volume, not bitchiness. Rushes are the worst when you're alone.
Okay, time to get ready for bed. I hope I don't wriggle out of my socks tonight -- it's starting to get nippy.
-RPD: Are we taking your computer in for service on Saturday?-
I dunno -- I think so. I really hope there's a technician who plays Sims there -- it would make things so much easier. :( I miss my Sims. Stupid graphics card issues.
