The most interesting conversation I had a few days ago:
Customer (drops a bag of crap at my register) and says: I wanna pawn shop.
Me: I'm sorry?
Customer: I wanna pawn shop.
Me: I'm sorry. I don't understand. Would you like to get a loan on your stuff or sell it?
Customer: I WAN-NA PAWN SHOP.
Me (thinking, well, lady, I wasn't standing in line the day they handed out pawn shops, so you're what I like to call SOL): Ummm.
Customer (calls her daughter over, who supposedly speaks a clearer version of English): I work for KISD and she no can understand me. Tell her I wanna pawn shop.
Daughter (looking just as clueless as I must have): Ummm.
And here's one from yesterday:
Customer: Do you sell satin sheets?
Me: I'm sorry?
Customer: Satin sheets.
Me: Umm. No ma'am. Have you tried WalMart?
Who tries to buy satin sheets at a pawn shop? People are so freakin' weird.
I wish I could remember all the stories from work...Sometimes there are just too many to store in my brain.
And this morning I dreamt that Toby Keith came in for a $200 loan on a ring.
Have a good weekend, everyone. I'll be at work.
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Thursday, March 22, 2007
1976 Called...
...and wanted its satellite back.
Taking down the 18 foot satellite has been one of the less daunting tasks in our new adventure as homeowners. However, as I was ripping up baseboards the yesterday (to prepare for putting in those wood floors I've been talking about), I inadvertently started peeling away layers of rotted wall. We also discovered a crack in the foundation of our dining room while ripping up carpet. As if remodeling isn't aggravating enough - now we have to fix structural damages! Well, actually, remodeling is quite fun. But all the unexpected stuff sucks.
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
As Promised
Daisy when we got her:
And fast forward to today:
As you can tell, she can sleep in any position. And she's growing like a weed.
And fast forward to today:
As you can tell, she can sleep in any position. And she's growing like a weed.
Monday, March 19, 2007
Delicious Thoughts
Man, I love this girl. The way she describes delicious thoughts is exactly how I feel when I have a day or two off from work.
F***ing Credit Cards
I'm so pissed off right now. But that's nothing new, right?
I have one credit card to pay off. ONE. And it's the one I've been procrastinating on because it has a fairly substantial balance (I would love to actually give the exact amount, but I'm working on becoming more mysterious. We'll see how that works out).
Anyway, this particular credit card is one of the really stupid financial decisions Scout and I made a couple of years ago. "Yeah, let's go on vacation and put it all on a credit card." Super idea.
Well, I went to make a payment of about 1/3 of the balance a couple of weeks ago, and the piece of shit company that I pay my bill online through (www.mycheckfree.com) screwed up the payment. I ended up on the phone with Bank of America for four days trying to straighten up the mess that I DIDN'T MAKE (including explaining the fact that there was more than enough money in the account to cover the payment).
So tonight I'm going through the bills I have to mail out tomorrow (including the Bank of America credit card that I USED to pay online), and I notice that not only is there a $39.00 "returned check" fee, but I'm being charged 24.24% interest on $224.44 of my balance, which is listed as a cash advance. I have never used my credit card for a cash advance, and I have never paid 24% on anything. But because this stupid online company fucked up, I'm paying a hefty amount in penalties and interest.
So I call Bank of America (and punch in 78 different pieces of information, and then wait on the line for ten minutes), and the lady answers the phone and (seriously) says, "How can I provide you with excellent service?" So I tell her the story and she connects me to an office that isn't open. So I call back, punch in the same 78 pieces of information, wait on the line, and the second person I talk to says I have to call back tomorrow. So much for excellent service.
So now I'm wide awake, trying to find a credit card that I can transfer the balance to without paying $800,000 in "transfer fees." I cannot wait to be out of this mess we got ourselves into (which, surprisingly enough, is not the most irritating mess we've gotten into lately. More on that later).
But there is good news: I will be knitting for the next 48 hours.
I have one credit card to pay off. ONE. And it's the one I've been procrastinating on because it has a fairly substantial balance (I would love to actually give the exact amount, but I'm working on becoming more mysterious. We'll see how that works out).
Anyway, this particular credit card is one of the really stupid financial decisions Scout and I made a couple of years ago. "Yeah, let's go on vacation and put it all on a credit card." Super idea.
Well, I went to make a payment of about 1/3 of the balance a couple of weeks ago, and the piece of shit company that I pay my bill online through (www.mycheckfree.com) screwed up the payment. I ended up on the phone with Bank of America for four days trying to straighten up the mess that I DIDN'T MAKE (including explaining the fact that there was more than enough money in the account to cover the payment).
So tonight I'm going through the bills I have to mail out tomorrow (including the Bank of America credit card that I USED to pay online), and I notice that not only is there a $39.00 "returned check" fee, but I'm being charged 24.24% interest on $224.44 of my balance, which is listed as a cash advance. I have never used my credit card for a cash advance, and I have never paid 24% on anything. But because this stupid online company fucked up, I'm paying a hefty amount in penalties and interest.
So I call Bank of America (and punch in 78 different pieces of information, and then wait on the line for ten minutes), and the lady answers the phone and (seriously) says, "How can I provide you with excellent service?" So I tell her the story and she connects me to an office that isn't open. So I call back, punch in the same 78 pieces of information, wait on the line, and the second person I talk to says I have to call back tomorrow. So much for excellent service.
So now I'm wide awake, trying to find a credit card that I can transfer the balance to without paying $800,000 in "transfer fees." I cannot wait to be out of this mess we got ourselves into (which, surprisingly enough, is not the most irritating mess we've gotten into lately. More on that later).
But there is good news: I will be knitting for the next 48 hours.
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Potpourri
Today's a mixture of things that have been on my mind lately.
It's a rainy day here in Texas, and I'm trying to catch up on all the things I'm too busy (or too lazy) to do on the days I work. There are things still strewn about my house from moving (by the way: where did I get 46 candle holders, and where the hell do I put them?), the wretched carpets have been ripped up (which means we are living on concrete until we buckle down and put the wood floors in), and I have eight skeins of yarn begging me to knit them into socks.
At any rate, any day off from work is a good day. I've realized lately that I have a love-hate relationship with my job. More on that later.
And surprisingly, I weigh less now than I did when I got married. And the great thing is, I have no clue how it happened. I am 40 pounds lighter than my highest weight, and I've lost 26 pounds since I started Weight Watchers. My mouth literally drops every time I get on the scale.
Finally, I was given a direct order from SSG Scout to look for a new job today. He's seeing the change that my current job is having on me, and he doesn't like it. I can't say that I like who I am right now either, but I have learned a lot. I either feel cranky or completely worn out after a day of pawn broking. The problem is, I have no freakin' clue what I want to do. And part of me really wants to stay where I'm at (not only because there are good things about it, but because I'm sick of starting over. I do that enough being married to someone who has to move every three years).
Well, I'm off to follow my orders and organize my closet. Wish me luck.
It's a rainy day here in Texas, and I'm trying to catch up on all the things I'm too busy (or too lazy) to do on the days I work. There are things still strewn about my house from moving (by the way: where did I get 46 candle holders, and where the hell do I put them?), the wretched carpets have been ripped up (which means we are living on concrete until we buckle down and put the wood floors in), and I have eight skeins of yarn begging me to knit them into socks.
At any rate, any day off from work is a good day. I've realized lately that I have a love-hate relationship with my job. More on that later.
And surprisingly, I weigh less now than I did when I got married. And the great thing is, I have no clue how it happened. I am 40 pounds lighter than my highest weight, and I've lost 26 pounds since I started Weight Watchers. My mouth literally drops every time I get on the scale.
Finally, I was given a direct order from SSG Scout to look for a new job today. He's seeing the change that my current job is having on me, and he doesn't like it. I can't say that I like who I am right now either, but I have learned a lot. I either feel cranky or completely worn out after a day of pawn broking. The problem is, I have no freakin' clue what I want to do. And part of me really wants to stay where I'm at (not only because there are good things about it, but because I'm sick of starting over. I do that enough being married to someone who has to move every three years).
Well, I'm off to follow my orders and organize my closet. Wish me luck.
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Yesss
Congratulations, Staff Sergeant Scout.
(By the way: it is a new goal of mine to spell "sergeant" correctly without having to look it up.)
(By the way: it is a new goal of mine to spell "sergeant" correctly without having to look it up.)
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
No hablo espanol
I learned two things today at work (which are totally unrelated, by the way).
1. I need to learn Spanish.
2. Men from under-developed countries need a reality check.
I've realized that I have a natural tendency to (attempt to) speak in Spanish when I am helping a customer that speaks about as much of my language as I do his. Today, I had an extremely pointless conversation with a gentleman looking for two X-Boxes.
"No tengo dos," I said. "Yo tengo uno."
Naturally, the man thought I was fluent in Spanish, so he started saying all this stuff I didn't understand. Then I had to explain in English that I didn't speak all that much Spanish. And of course, the girl I work with that speaks Spanish as her native language was off today. A conversation that should have lasted five minutes lasted about a half hour.
So Mom, Dad, anyone. For my birthday (or Saint Patrick's Day, or Easter, or whatever holiday you can justify spending this much money), I would like this.
I've also noticed that men from a certain region of the world (although I can't pinpoint a specific country) are cavemen.
Just for the record, I'm not a feminist by any stretch of the imagination. I just don't like being treated like a herd of cattle.
These cavemen I'm referring to come to this country and expect women to cower when they enter the room. Like I said - a reality check is in order.
Today, a caveman came to my register and had me quote a broken gold bracelet. I told him I would buy it from him for $20. I can't even describe the look on his face - he looked at me as if I was out of my freakin' mind.
"Twenty dollars," he said, "You can't give me more than twenty dollars?"
I gave it my new "take-it-or-leave-it" look that I've quickly learned works much better than the explanation of how we price gold, how the point of most businesses (including this one) is to turn a profit, and how he probably got ripped off because he bought it from an expensive jeweler. He didn't like being told no.
He then walked over to a case where we display some of our digital cameras. He looked at me and snapped his fingers. I looked at my boss and said, "That man is out of his damn mind if he thinks I'm going to respond politely to that."
So that was my day in a nutshell. Man, you guys wouldn't believe some of the other stories I've come home with.
More:
After I finished writing this post, I turned off all the lights and headed for bed. Scout was happily humming (some song I couldn't distinguish) in his sleep and I couldn't help but smile. Dang, he is so freakin' cute.
1. I need to learn Spanish.
2. Men from under-developed countries need a reality check.
I've realized that I have a natural tendency to (attempt to) speak in Spanish when I am helping a customer that speaks about as much of my language as I do his. Today, I had an extremely pointless conversation with a gentleman looking for two X-Boxes.
"No tengo dos," I said. "Yo tengo uno."
Naturally, the man thought I was fluent in Spanish, so he started saying all this stuff I didn't understand. Then I had to explain in English that I didn't speak all that much Spanish. And of course, the girl I work with that speaks Spanish as her native language was off today. A conversation that should have lasted five minutes lasted about a half hour.
So Mom, Dad, anyone. For my birthday (or Saint Patrick's Day, or Easter, or whatever holiday you can justify spending this much money), I would like this.
I've also noticed that men from a certain region of the world (although I can't pinpoint a specific country) are cavemen.
Just for the record, I'm not a feminist by any stretch of the imagination. I just don't like being treated like a herd of cattle.
These cavemen I'm referring to come to this country and expect women to cower when they enter the room. Like I said - a reality check is in order.
Today, a caveman came to my register and had me quote a broken gold bracelet. I told him I would buy it from him for $20. I can't even describe the look on his face - he looked at me as if I was out of my freakin' mind.
"Twenty dollars," he said, "You can't give me more than twenty dollars?"
I gave it my new "take-it-or-leave-it" look that I've quickly learned works much better than the explanation of how we price gold, how the point of most businesses (including this one) is to turn a profit, and how he probably got ripped off because he bought it from an expensive jeweler. He didn't like being told no.
He then walked over to a case where we display some of our digital cameras. He looked at me and snapped his fingers. I looked at my boss and said, "That man is out of his damn mind if he thinks I'm going to respond politely to that."
So that was my day in a nutshell. Man, you guys wouldn't believe some of the other stories I've come home with.
More:
After I finished writing this post, I turned off all the lights and headed for bed. Scout was happily humming (some song I couldn't distinguish) in his sleep and I couldn't help but smile. Dang, he is so freakin' cute.
Saturday, March 03, 2007
Busy
I'm so sick of saying "I've been so busy," but I really have been. Too busy to blog about meeting Jimmy Carter, too busy to keep in touch with my family and friends, and too busy to knit and read (which I've had a recent increased desire to do).
But I'm still here. I think about blogging all the time; I've had many things to blog about in the last couple of weeks. But I've found that in times that I have a spare five minutes, I don't feel the urge to write about meeting Jimmy Carter two weeks ago, or about how much my boss pissed me off five days ago.
And as much as I'm loving Texas, I'm also feeling lost without my three dearest friends: Sarah, Kelly, and Susan. I should have soaked them up more while I was in Germany. I just want them all right here with me.
That's all. I hope to write more soon.
But I'm still here. I think about blogging all the time; I've had many things to blog about in the last couple of weeks. But I've found that in times that I have a spare five minutes, I don't feel the urge to write about meeting Jimmy Carter two weeks ago, or about how much my boss pissed me off five days ago.
And as much as I'm loving Texas, I'm also feeling lost without my three dearest friends: Sarah, Kelly, and Susan. I should have soaked them up more while I was in Germany. I just want them all right here with me.
That's all. I hope to write more soon.
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