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You ever have one of those days where everything goes wrong? Your car doesn't start, then after it does, you get a flat. Then, you discovert the spare is flat? THEN, when you finally get to work you find out you're off that day? My day was like that. EVERYTHING that could go wrong did. This, happened at wal-mart (not my regular store mind).
Little background:
I was painting some doors around the house. Our idiot painter had tried putting latex on oil. This does not work unless it's in a degas painting or similar. Suffice to say I had my work cut out for me. Adding insult to injury, the sander I had chosen crapped out on me, becoming something of a nuiscance.
This sander worked, but only when I held it at arm's length with the cord exactly parallel to the door. It worked fine like that, until it then began to make a funny thog thog sound. There after, It only worked when held above my head, and then only intermittantly. However, should I remove it from my person to do something, the sander worked fine. I suspect, I may have been the problem, but this will remain untested as thog thog was promptly thrown into the middle of the back yard, much to the suprise and dismay of the gardener.
Returning to my work, I finally get most of the first door. Yes, you read that right. the FIRST door sanded cleanly. Oooo. Now I can...wait a minute. Where's the paint? I bought paint, but I don't see it. Heading into the garage, I find a veritable bermuda's triangle. The paint has vanished, gone the way of may left socks and the last lawnmower belt I purchased. I frantically searched through the garage, only to find a coffee maker I had lost a year ago. This distracted me long enough to forget the paint for the moment. I suspect some grand power was messing with my head. Having said that I decided that yes, I must make a run to Wal-mart and Home depot. The first for paint, and the second for a sander.
But reps, I hear you saying. "Why didn't you get the paint at Home Depot." I tried, once. The color was off. I was hoping for a nice simple white. Nothing special there. How it came out snot yellow is beyond me. Wal-mart earned my business then. So, off I went, dressed in my work clothing. A beat up old T shirt with sander splatters and bits of things stuck to it. There's also a blood stain on the shirt, from an earlier argument with a fanbelt that I lost. (Not the belt, but the argument.) My shorts were faded jeans types, frayed in numerous places, and I wore a pair of beat up old New Ballance Tennis shoes without socks. (I never wear them anyway). This was capped off by a faded pink (it was red at one time) Tommy Hilfiger hat.
Home Depot was cool. I got the sander, and an appology for the funky snot colored paint. Heading over to Wal-Mart, I stashed everything in the car, and bounded in. Here's where the real story begins:
Walking back to the paint counter, I wait a few moments for a guy to come. "I need some Kilz, and snow white paint. Four Gallons please." yeah, it's a lot, but I may repaint a few rooms too. The guy nods, gives me a funny look all the while, and then turns to get the paint. "I'll be right back." I said, and headed over to electronics.
While there, I meandered through some of the computer supplies, pausing to pick up a particular camera I was looking for. Taking a moment to look through the viewfinder, check the price and number, I suddenly found that my hand was sticky. Something was on this camera, and it wasn't coming off my hand. Groaning, I put the camera back, walked over to the electronics counter and told the girl what was up. Of course,I was stared at like I was crazy. Oh well, she'll figure it out. Walking off, I took the tail of my shirt, wiped off my hand and went back to paint.
After picking my stuff up, I took my time looking at some brushes, and a few other things before deciding to make my departure. After paying (Cash) for the paint, I started out. That's when things turned interesting.
Two gentlemen, I'm guessing LP and a manager, reached out and took me by the arm. WTF? Naturally I snatched my arm back . "What?" I almost yelled. "What?"
"We need you to come with us."
(Okay.....)
"Why?"
"look, do you want us to do this here? The police have been called."
"About?"
"We know you stuck something under your shirt. Now come with us. "
Staring at this guy, And I'm not sure why I did this, I grabbed my T shirt and snatched the shirt off over my head, leaving me shirtless.
"See anything sport?" I asked.
This shocked them. About that time the police came in the store and pulled me aside as the asm started talking to them. "See if he has a reciept for any of that." I hear, to which I produce one. Things are going downhill for manager boy and LP fast. Ultimately, I was asked politely (by the PD) to put my shirt on and requested not to return to that store.
I had my revenge in the parkinglot. I called his district manager. We had words.
I was a total SC. Oh yes, I went total lawsuit threat on them and entitlement bitch.
I also hung around, talking to the PD the whole time. (It was their idea for me to call.) About ten minutes after the call, maybe less, out comes the ASM and the LP that stopped me. They were very ticked. Why?
Oh here's the fun part.
After getting off the phone with the DM, he (the DM) had called the SM. The orders were rather simple. "Fire those two idiots, and appologize to the customer. He's still outside or said he would be." LP and ASM were called on the carpet, ripped some new ones and sent packing. The ASM had been with the company 15 years I'm told, the LP was new. And me, well I got a nice shiny new fifty dollar gift card for all my troubles. Oh, and called an A$$hole by the ASM and LP as they left.
Don't you just LOVE bad days?
Little background:
I was painting some doors around the house. Our idiot painter had tried putting latex on oil. This does not work unless it's in a degas painting or similar. Suffice to say I had my work cut out for me. Adding insult to injury, the sander I had chosen crapped out on me, becoming something of a nuiscance.
This sander worked, but only when I held it at arm's length with the cord exactly parallel to the door. It worked fine like that, until it then began to make a funny thog thog sound. There after, It only worked when held above my head, and then only intermittantly. However, should I remove it from my person to do something, the sander worked fine. I suspect, I may have been the problem, but this will remain untested as thog thog was promptly thrown into the middle of the back yard, much to the suprise and dismay of the gardener.
Returning to my work, I finally get most of the first door. Yes, you read that right. the FIRST door sanded cleanly. Oooo. Now I can...wait a minute. Where's the paint? I bought paint, but I don't see it. Heading into the garage, I find a veritable bermuda's triangle. The paint has vanished, gone the way of may left socks and the last lawnmower belt I purchased. I frantically searched through the garage, only to find a coffee maker I had lost a year ago. This distracted me long enough to forget the paint for the moment. I suspect some grand power was messing with my head. Having said that I decided that yes, I must make a run to Wal-mart and Home depot. The first for paint, and the second for a sander.
But reps, I hear you saying. "Why didn't you get the paint at Home Depot." I tried, once. The color was off. I was hoping for a nice simple white. Nothing special there. How it came out snot yellow is beyond me. Wal-mart earned my business then. So, off I went, dressed in my work clothing. A beat up old T shirt with sander splatters and bits of things stuck to it. There's also a blood stain on the shirt, from an earlier argument with a fanbelt that I lost. (Not the belt, but the argument.) My shorts were faded jeans types, frayed in numerous places, and I wore a pair of beat up old New Ballance Tennis shoes without socks. (I never wear them anyway). This was capped off by a faded pink (it was red at one time) Tommy Hilfiger hat.
Home Depot was cool. I got the sander, and an appology for the funky snot colored paint. Heading over to Wal-Mart, I stashed everything in the car, and bounded in. Here's where the real story begins:
Walking back to the paint counter, I wait a few moments for a guy to come. "I need some Kilz, and snow white paint. Four Gallons please." yeah, it's a lot, but I may repaint a few rooms too. The guy nods, gives me a funny look all the while, and then turns to get the paint. "I'll be right back." I said, and headed over to electronics.
While there, I meandered through some of the computer supplies, pausing to pick up a particular camera I was looking for. Taking a moment to look through the viewfinder, check the price and number, I suddenly found that my hand was sticky. Something was on this camera, and it wasn't coming off my hand. Groaning, I put the camera back, walked over to the electronics counter and told the girl what was up. Of course,I was stared at like I was crazy. Oh well, she'll figure it out. Walking off, I took the tail of my shirt, wiped off my hand and went back to paint.
After picking my stuff up, I took my time looking at some brushes, and a few other things before deciding to make my departure. After paying (Cash) for the paint, I started out. That's when things turned interesting.
Two gentlemen, I'm guessing LP and a manager, reached out and took me by the arm. WTF? Naturally I snatched my arm back . "What?" I almost yelled. "What?"
"We need you to come with us."
(Okay.....)
"Why?"
"look, do you want us to do this here? The police have been called."
"About?"
"We know you stuck something under your shirt. Now come with us. "
Staring at this guy, And I'm not sure why I did this, I grabbed my T shirt and snatched the shirt off over my head, leaving me shirtless.
"See anything sport?" I asked.
This shocked them. About that time the police came in the store and pulled me aside as the asm started talking to them. "See if he has a reciept for any of that." I hear, to which I produce one. Things are going downhill for manager boy and LP fast. Ultimately, I was asked politely (by the PD) to put my shirt on and requested not to return to that store.
I had my revenge in the parkinglot. I called his district manager. We had words.
I was a total SC. Oh yes, I went total lawsuit threat on them and entitlement bitch.
I also hung around, talking to the PD the whole time. (It was their idea for me to call.) About ten minutes after the call, maybe less, out comes the ASM and the LP that stopped me. They were very ticked. Why?
Oh here's the fun part.
After getting off the phone with the DM, he (the DM) had called the SM. The orders were rather simple. "Fire those two idiots, and appologize to the customer. He's still outside or said he would be." LP and ASM were called on the carpet, ripped some new ones and sent packing. The ASM had been with the company 15 years I'm told, the LP was new. And me, well I got a nice shiny new fifty dollar gift card for all my troubles. Oh, and called an A$$hole by the ASM and LP as they left.
Don't you just LOVE bad days?
otherwise haha.
Yeah just try it....
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