A Life of Disappointment

The other day at work was great. Some idiot came and ordered a gyro with only sauce and tomatoes. I made it for him and gave it to him. I went back to the grill to finish the next order. The idiot is still standing there so I ask him if there's anything else I could get him, to which he stupidly responded, "I want one that looks like the picture."

I tell him that he only asked for sauce and tomatoes, so it doesn't look like it. He says there's more meat in the picture. I say there's five slices of meat on his like we do all of them. He immediately says, "There's only four on mine." To which I immediately snap back, "There's five!" I also continue to say that the photo is done that way to show the ingredients and to look good (hence the food photography profession).

He still is being dumb, so I remind him that he's not forced to have to have it and if he doesn't like it, don't get it. He brings up the photo again, to which I say, "If you want me to make it like the photo, I can, but like it shows, the back half of the sandwich is empty. Like I said, they show it like that so you can see the ingredients."

He finally says he doesn't want it so I grab it and his receipt and say, "Then don't get it!" I slam it in the trash right next to me and turn around to the grill.

My manager Sam comes up and asks what's going on, and I point to the idiot and say, angrily, "This guy's being dumb!" He says he'll take care of it.

The guy walks over to the burrito side and Sam goes there. 10 seconds later Sam's back and I see the idiot talking to the Sodexo manager. I ask Sam what he said and he said the guy said he wanted three tacos like the picture. Sam just said, "I can make it for you, but it won't look like the picture."

I love dealing with customers like this. Love it. When they're beyond wrong, you're right and handle it right and they escalate it to a level where you can make them feel like a fucking dumbshit.

Jeanne had gone to her doctor's appointment last Tuesday and found that she's 2 cm dialated, which means the baby could come at any moment or a few weeks. This poses several problems: 1) our finances are figured out to be based on the birth being near the due date. 2) We may have to have it in Omaha. 3) If the baby drops, we head out of town and drive straight there - full nine hour drive. 4) Just found out last week that next Friday is a concert with Public Enemy, Ice Cube, De La Soul, and (to a lesser extent) L.L. Cool J.

If the baby does come early, though, (provided we don't have him in Omaha) we won't be out of town for two weeks, so that would mean we wouldn't be gone for two weeks so we wouldn't need as much money as we thought and we'd be back so I could get back to work sooner.

So today I got to work with Robert, which was nice since I hadn't seen him in years nor worked with him in a longer amount of time. Jeanne texted me that she had purchased the tickets and got insurance in case we don't go, so we would get refunded.

Not to sound mean and insensitive, but being a state that so vehemently supports the Tea Party agenda and not providing social programs to help people who are less fortunate or get into a situation like that, so they would be provided help because it's all of us helping each other out, and horribly being one that is anti-government to a level where government shouldn't require them to do stuff whether it's for public safety or personal, I don't think Oklahoma should get FEMA help - or at least I hope they now understand what it means to be a nation helping each other and how that could make us a better place. Also how, despite costs, requiring storm shelters or safe places on properties would be beneficial and save lives and like Ronald Reagan said on one of his radio broadcasts about motorcycle helmet laws. Yes, it's your right to wear one or not, but when you get in an accident and you die because you weren't wearing a helmet, you are now using tax dollars to get involved in the clean up and everything else, so that is not a personal right of yours to not wear one in the bigger picture.

John, who used to work at the ice cream shop, was one of those pot smoking, nihilistic anarchist kids (Libertarian in ideology) was in traffic on the Interstate once and pulled into the shoulder and flew down it at 90 mph (there are Dodge street stories similar which Robert (who now works with him) told us) and got pulled over and was pissed at the cop and "authority" to complain about how stupid it is to have laws such as that. What he doesn't see is that's why we have laws such as that, because if everyone did that, it'd be fucking insanity. We have traffic lights because people cannot be trusted to do the right thing. People only act in their self-interest.

Things like vehicles are weapons of mass destruction and driving them is a privilege and responsibility. Pro-life people drive selfishly and arrogantly which endanger everyone's lives. Conservative people do the same so tax dollars have to install speed bumps, cameras, round-a-bouts, clean ups at accidents. Lives are in danger, we set bad examples for our kids and we wonder why kids drive so recklessly - despite already not having a respect for life and authority. I wish TV would just not exist anymore and people had more time to think for themselves and self-reflect on things more. Question why things are the way they are. Is there a practical reason for this? If a restaurant's menu board is dark, chairs are up, radio blasting, people cleaning, it's after the hours posted, are they closed? If you, say, work at an ice cream shop and there's a board declaring "Today's Flavors," do I have to ask if those are all the flavors today?

Round

I was going from one job to the other on Friday and heading east on Leavenworth to the Old Market. Per my ride, once I pass the light where Dixie Quicks used to be at, I veer to the left hand side to turn left onto 16th Street, as allowed by law. This particular time, there was absolutely no cars except the ones stuck at the light at 20th street and the only car in this approx. 1/4 mile stretch was a car turning out from that jail deal. I repeat, the only car!

The light at 16th is red so I stopped there and so did he. He rolled his window down and said, "Hey! You know there's a bike lane there!"

I turned and angrily stared at him and said, matter-of-factly, "I know that. I'm turning left; That's why I'm here." I keep holding his stare and say (in a tone that basically replaced,"Fuck You!"), "Thanks for the tip." Then I rode off.

I may not set my limits high sometimes, but this is quite possibly the best day of my life.