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Wednes and the terrible horrible no good very bad day
Well, perhaps that's a bit of a dramatic exageration. I couldnt' sleep last night, and noted the time as 7:30am when I almost decided to just stay up, and then I must have fallen asleep. Of course my alarm went off promptly at 10:30am, and here;s the sucky part: I got up and ready for work and called my cab in plenty of time to get to work punctually. Around 11:50 H tells me he sees my cab, so I go outside. It's a walk of like, 10 steps...I get outside and the cab is like 2 buildings down. H calls the cab co and is all "hey, the guy is 2 buildings down, come down to where she is waiting." and the cab guy is all like "that's not your cab."
I think that's pretty odd, but I figure he's the cab guy so he must know. "Your cab," he assures me, "is 49. Is that cab 49?" He asks in a totally derrogatory tone. I tell him I don't know, as the cab in questions is still 2 buildings over. So I resign myself to that not being my cab and wonder where the hell it is, because it should be here by now. Then from back inside, I see the cab drive off. Wouldn't you know it, it's cab 49. So I call back again and say "Um, cab 49 just drove away, can you tell him to come back?" and I wait 10 minutes...I mean the guy just left. After 10 minutes I call back again and inquire as to what the fuck thier goddamn problem is. Usually I do not randomly yell at customer service people, but come on...it wouldn't have taken but a few seconds to confirm that it was my cab and he was in the wrong place. Between H and I we call yellow cab 7-12 times a week. A WEEK! And these jerkoffs still can't find our address numbers despite them being printed in big letters on the sides of the building. Even if you miss the actual apartment, surely you can hover around the correct building.
So they send another car, which takes a further 20 minutes, and I did not pay him. Instead of noon, I punched into work at 12:35, 5 mintues after my box office was suppsoed to open. And tomorrow, they are getting a nasty call from me!
Work is boring and stupid. Having a film start every single hour means we get no real for a 10-11 hour shift and the day just drags and drags and drags. Plus I couldn't post from the work computer for some reason despite trying 3 times. Something about a missing client...but I've never used an LJ client.
I've been trying to decide about using Spell Check here in LJ. If you are a regular Wednes reader, surely you have noticed that my spelling is marginal and my typing is subpar. That aside, I feel a certain ephemeral attachment to preserving my errors if that makes sense. I mean, you don't go back and edit childhood diaries because you sounded so immature then, that's kind of the point. I am a flawed, imperfect Wednes and my journal reflects that. I don't think there is really any doubt as to what i'm trying to convey. So while I see the importance overall for good spelling and grammar, and proofreading, I am not sure if excessive attention to this in my journal would be a help or a hinderance.
Tomorrow I'm going to a B-day party for the lovely daughter of K and N who is celebrating her very first birthday. That is going to rock steady, because i don't have to buy snacks OR clean up. Plus some of my fave peeps will be there.
I think that's pretty odd, but I figure he's the cab guy so he must know. "Your cab," he assures me, "is 49. Is that cab 49?" He asks in a totally derrogatory tone. I tell him I don't know, as the cab in questions is still 2 buildings over. So I resign myself to that not being my cab and wonder where the hell it is, because it should be here by now. Then from back inside, I see the cab drive off. Wouldn't you know it, it's cab 49. So I call back again and say "Um, cab 49 just drove away, can you tell him to come back?" and I wait 10 minutes...I mean the guy just left. After 10 minutes I call back again and inquire as to what the fuck thier goddamn problem is. Usually I do not randomly yell at customer service people, but come on...it wouldn't have taken but a few seconds to confirm that it was my cab and he was in the wrong place. Between H and I we call yellow cab 7-12 times a week. A WEEK! And these jerkoffs still can't find our address numbers despite them being printed in big letters on the sides of the building. Even if you miss the actual apartment, surely you can hover around the correct building.
So they send another car, which takes a further 20 minutes, and I did not pay him. Instead of noon, I punched into work at 12:35, 5 mintues after my box office was suppsoed to open. And tomorrow, they are getting a nasty call from me!
Work is boring and stupid. Having a film start every single hour means we get no real for a 10-11 hour shift and the day just drags and drags and drags. Plus I couldn't post from the work computer for some reason despite trying 3 times. Something about a missing client...but I've never used an LJ client.
I've been trying to decide about using Spell Check here in LJ. If you are a regular Wednes reader, surely you have noticed that my spelling is marginal and my typing is subpar. That aside, I feel a certain ephemeral attachment to preserving my errors if that makes sense. I mean, you don't go back and edit childhood diaries because you sounded so immature then, that's kind of the point. I am a flawed, imperfect Wednes and my journal reflects that. I don't think there is really any doubt as to what i'm trying to convey. So while I see the importance overall for good spelling and grammar, and proofreading, I am not sure if excessive attention to this in my journal would be a help or a hinderance.
Tomorrow I'm going to a B-day party for the lovely daughter of K and N who is celebrating her very first birthday. That is going to rock steady, because i don't have to buy snacks OR clean up. Plus some of my fave peeps will be there.