The owner of Lucky House came in. He's a pretty awesome guy, and the fact that he owns the best Chinese restaurant in R-town is happy. He was such a nice guy, and I was pleasantly surprised after a rough day. Actually, just a rough afternoon. Actually, the entire day.
It started off with me blowing up at A for something completely ridiculous. I'm such a jerk. Thankfully she's a darling and doesn't hate me for it.
Then I was happy because I got to go on a walk with A. during lunch break, and just had a lovely time.
Then my boss was dealing with a ton of junk with one of my co-workers. I hate, hate, hate when that happens. It just makes me feel absolutely horrible because there is so much yucky going on, and when it comes to the surface and rears it's nasty face when I'm in the room... Eh.. I've pretty much decided that the certain co-worker that I'm speaking of is a conniving little brat that needs Jesus very badly. Well, along with the rest of my co-workers... I need to be spending more time praying for them.
Then another thing happened with another one of my co-workers and that *really* upset me. So I went and clocked out, sat in a corner surrounded by desktops and read my Bible. I just felt like sobbing. I know that sounds like such a baby thing to do. But lately I've been so emotionally exhausted and feeling mountains of pressure by everything that I need to get done and yesterday was not the day for bad things to happen. So the best thing for me to do was to sit and have some quiet time reading my Bible and praying, right? Plus, it doesn't hurt for my co-workers to see me reading my Bible. That's not the reason I did, but I guess it could be considered a form of witnessing, right? I don't know, but God knew my actions, and I don't think that I did the wrong thing. Maybe not the most responsible and mature, since I needed to just take some time away from things.. I don't know how I feel about what I did...
See, when I get really upset about something, I'll normally blow up and tell that person about what I'm mad about, get unreasonable, and just make no sense. But when I get hurt about something, I get really quiet and just want to go away and be by myself. Those are the things that happened yesterday. At the end of the day, my boss was intent about figuring out what was wrong with me. But when someone asks me that after I've been sitting and thinking about it for an hour and a half, I totally forget or just don't want to let them in, because, obviously, they've hurt me.
So this is how it went when he walked up to the front of the counter to the side of where my desk is:
"So are you having a bad day, Lizzie?"
"You're not supposed to ask that question."
"Yes I am, because I care if you're having a bad day or not."
"No you're not..."
"Why are you having a bad day?"
"*avoids question* You could probably say that I am."
So I walked back, avoided eye contact, and got my stuff out of the break room. Swinging my pink water bottle as I walked along. (Raise your hand if you know what that means!) So I came back and he was like,
"Lizzie, what's wrong?" (Do you think my boss gets that he's working with a oh-so-emotionally dead 17 year old? I think so.)
I think I avoided the question again, and then the conversation moved on to something like,
"Your flower looks really nice."
"I know."
"Where do you get all of these flowers?"
"From my backyard. Mom and I garden on my days off."
"Man, I wish I had flowers in my back yard..."(His back yard is a concrete slab with some weeds here and there.)
"Haha."
"Actually, I don't. Because I would never water them, or weed them, or even look at them."
And then he told me to tell my Mom that he liked her flowers and we both moved on with our lives.
Touching, really. ;)
Or not.
But anyway, after all of that rambling, I've decided that you'd need something to laugh about.
Dee S.
She's a bright one when it comes to computers.
That sounded wretchedly mean, but seriously.. OH MY.
So I've been dealing with Dee for over a month. We sent her a computer and she wrote and said that her hard drive wasn't working, that they had done the tests or something and that's what the problem was. So I checked with Isaac and we decided that we'd just ship her a new hard drive, offer to have her call Isaac for when she received it to help her get it put in her computer, etc. So we sent her the new hard drive and early this month she emails us again and says that her computer is defective and that she wants to send it back for a refund. So I emailed her a UPS return pre-paid shipping label and told her that all she'd have to do is drop it off at the UPS store. So last week she emails again and is like, "I need to know your model number for the hard drive that you sent me so I can send it back. I don't know which one is mine, and which one is yours and I want to know by the model number." We don't keep the model numbers of each hard drive on file, so I emailed her back after she called and talked to Mike and told her that we don't have that on file. Mike was like, "You need to email Dee. She called me to day and *uh* she is so dumb." I was feeling like he was just overreacting because he had to take an Amazon caller when he didn't really want to. So she was like, "Ok, I'll just send back the one that I think is yours tomorrow." So last Friday we got this hard drive back. She emailed and was like," have you received it yet so I can get my refund?" So the fight that A. and I had was concerning this deal. Ha. Not. fun. I emailed her and told her that we would give her a partial refund on Monday. I issued a refund to cover the shipping back. She was, for some reason, expecting a FULL refund for this hard drive. This FREE hard drive that WE shipped her for FREE. So A. called her.
Oh. my. This was in the middle of the co-worker mess.
This lady is seriously the dumbest person regarding computers that I've ever heard about. She was like, "I sent the hard drive back to you, so why am I not getting a full refund?" A. explained to her the deal and that we needed to have the *computer* back to be able to issue a refund. She was like, "Oh, you mean you need the *case* back?!" "Yes, we need the computer back! The hard drive is just what stores the computer information on it, it's not the entire computer. When you ship this back to us, you should have the computer/case, and the power cord in the box." "There isn't a power cord. Doesn't the power cord plug into the hard drive?" "No, the computer is what you kept. The power cord is the thing that plugs into the back of the computer and then into the wall. It's black, about 5 feet long..." "Yeah, but it plugs into the hard drive." "No, ma'am, it doesn't plug into the hard drive. *repeats what she said earlier about what a hard drive is*"
So A, finished talking to her, her and I almost *died* over how ridiculous that was and how Mike was not overreacting when he said that.
She emailed about five minutes later and said, "I can't find the power cord. You never sent it to me. I have one from my other computer that I can send... let me know what I should do." I emailed back: "It's fine that you can't find the power cord. Just go ahead and ship us back the computer. Put it in a bag and then use bubble wrap." She emailed back in about five minutes and said, "I found the power cord!! It'll be on the way tomorrow!"
I'm fully expecting to receive this box back with just the power cord in it. That would be completely realistic with how this situation has been going..
I will forever love you all just as long as you know that a power cord for a computer doesn't plug into the hard drive and as long as you don't think that the hard drive is a computer.
Then A. and I left and went to strike the set. We painted a ton and I'm covered with black paint.
I got home and my camera had arrived. :D
I hope your Tuesday is full of joy and hope.
Jesus is greater than all of the stress, so let Him take care of it.
Bethan
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