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Today started with ickiness. Pat and I were interested in entering the contest Bravo is running where you submit a proposal and first episode script for a Sitcom and those who they choose get to fly out to California where they go through a filmed, naturally, elimination process. Those who win get a nice cash prize and are signed to an agent. Plus their Sitcom gets filmed for that first episode they wrote and people can see it on Bravo. The reason today started badly was that I was writing the episode we were going to submit mostly on Suzanna's second laptop because I don't have any of my many computers at her apartment and that's where I am 90% of the time. Unfortunately, Suzanna has a second laptop at her apartment I use because the good one, which is for her only, is far superior and for work purposes exclusively. Thus leading to my problem of the second laptop dying while being the only computer to have my completed script on it. By the time it could be fixed, through the examination and estimation of Ryan, one of my oldest friends who just happens to be the guru of fixing computers, the Post Office would be closed.
Submissions for the contest have to be postmarked by 9/18 so... yeah. No go for that. I'm not crushed by it and neither is Pat, I'm sure, but it is disappointing. Thanks to this I now have one of my always reliable Macs at Suzanna's apartment for me to use from now on. A girl has to learn from her mistakes, after all.
Yesterday had a moment of total panic for me because somehow or another I broke my glasses clean in half. Right in the fucking center where in the movies the over the top nerd character would have them held together with tons of white tape. I was cleaning them and snap! They're in two. I freaked out and called Suzanna because I got off work at 5 pm and had a night class at 6 pm, at that time it was 3 pm. I can't see anything without my glasses. Legally I'm blind without them and if I attempted to drive? People would certainly die.
Although I threaten to kill often, I have no desire to actually DO that. Hence me calling Suzanna just to let her know if Lenscrafters doesn't have a frame that fits my current lens inside my broke in half glasses and they can't fit me in for a quicky appointment so I can get new glasses I'm going to need a ride to school. I'm not about to miss a class, even if I'm half blind, considering how much I'm plunking down for this certification.
I showed Jeff my broken in two glasses, he was nice enough to not laugh his ass off at me, and I rushed to Lenscrafters. I swear it was an odd experience, walking really slowly through my mall not being able to see anything and pausing at each store to squint at the sign to figure out if it's Lenscrafters. Like most bitter retail managers I have no idea whatsoever where anything is at my mall because I don't fucking shop where I work. I go in, I go to my store, I go to my car. When my shift is over I choose to immediately leave and that means even with Jeff's directions I had no clue as to where Lenscrafters really was in my mall.
When I walked into the store it was so funny. In a few seconds a really nice saleswoman came up to me and asked if I needed help. For a response I held up my glasses that were broken in two. She immediately chuckled wryly and said that it appeared I definitely did need help. While she looked to see if my frames were still in stock, they apparently stopped production on that brand of frames a year or so ago, a coworker found my prescription from a 2001 appointment I had in their computer system. This was so if needed to I could just order a new pair of frames/lenses.
Lucky for me, they had my frames in. The saleswoman came back sounding nervous, again being legally blind I have no clue what she looked like as she said this, and told me that they did have my frames in stock but they were.... brown! I told her I didn't care if they were green I just needed to see so I could drive to school for my night class. lol. She popped my lenses into the new brown frames and when I put the damn thing on then looked in the mirror they looked the exact same as my old black frames the color brown was so dark.
Though I always liked Lenscrafters the reason I now worship them and will always do business with them now is because this whole incident took me ten minutes. Including the walk there and the walk back to my store. They do indeed kick ass.
I hate working on Saturdays and tonight it showed. Gay Chris was amused at my hostility tonight as I kicked out two group of tweens within a ten minute span. The first were two boys who came into our store chasing each other at a breakneck speed...
ME: (Glaring at the kids as they run past and almost hit a customer.) YOU! Get out of my store.
GUY 1: (Wide eyed, whirls around to face me.) But--
ME: (Walks to him.) No buts! My store is not a playground, you don't run here. Get out.
GUY 2: (Stands at his friend's side.) We promise we won't run anymore.
ME: That's nice. (Pointing to the door.) Now get out.
GUY 2: (Stunned.) I said we promise!
ME: (Still pointing to the door.) And I said get out. Do it before I call security. (Guy 1 exits the store while Guy 2 pauses at the door.) We'll be back later.
ME: (Raising an eyebrow.) You can come back but you won't be coming inside my store.
They milled around the outside of our store where Gay Chris and I watched them detail their banishment from my store to their friends. Two of which were blonde tween girls who decided for whatever reason to come inside our store the same as the boys did. By running at top speeds. Maybe they just wanted to fuck with me or maybe the boys noticed and knew what my gay pride rainbow button on my lanyard meant thus making them assume I would be nice to idiotic tween girls just because I choose and prefer romantic interaction with members of my own sex.
Not so. In fact, despite being a woman I have more patience dealing with men. Mostly because 90% of my friends are men. My personality fits how a guy thinks more than a girl in my opinion. But anyway, these tween girls come running into my store...
ME: (Loud and forceful tones. ) Both of you -- get out.
GIRL 1: (Stares at me shocked.) Why?
ME: (Rolling my eyes.) Ask your friends, I kicked them out for the same reason.
GIRL 2: (Looks at the two banished tween boys outside our store.) Them? We don't know them.
ME: (Dryly.) Right. You don't know them but you were talking with them just seconds ago.
GIRL 1: (Snotty.) People CAN talk to people they don't know.
ME: (Locking my gaze on Girl 1.) People can also talk to idiots. Now get out.
GIRL 2: (Whines.) But we don't know them!
ME: (Pointing to the door.) I don't care. Get out.
The tween girls then reluctantly leave and upon rejoining their friends I hear them loudly say that I didn't "fall for it", whatever that means. I haven't the slightest idea of what they expected me to fall for in terms of them being in my store. Maybe they wanted to shoplift in retaliation for me banishing their friends. Who knows.
Tomorrow I'm driving to Branson with Suzanna for her parents 40th anniversary party and while I do love working Sundays I'm glad to have the day off since I'm feeling burnt out from my work and school schedule. Plus Suzanna's parents are great folks and I know that party couldn't turn out to be anything less than a spectacularly fun time. Too bad Suzanna loathes Branson with every cell in her body.
I personally find Branson terribly amusing because it's exactly how Bart described it in an episode of The Simpsons: "It's like Vegas... if it were run by Ned Flanders."
And you know what? It really is. There's no proper way to really explain this town but I can regale some of the more amusing facts about it. Such as how every 5 minutes, but usually less, when driving anywhere in the town you will see a mini golf course, how in old Branson where you can only walk because it's made up entirely of undrivable stone roads they have a fudge shop that sells edible Dolly Parton boobs on a stick, how their only tour bus company consists of a fleet of huge boats with wheels on the bottom so they can not only cross the large lake to get to the other side of Branson but drive around both parts as well. The list of oddities goes on and on which is why I find it a very entertaining place to visit but Suzanna feels differently and I can't blame her. Branson is the textbook definition of a tourist trap and I can imagine growing up in a place like that isn't enjoyable in many ways. There's also the fact they have next to no gay community there and it is in the heart of the bible belt portion of Missouri.
Suzanna hates going back home so for most holidays her parents drive up to St. Louis and stay with her but this is their anniversary and they deserve to have it at their home. Hence our drive out there tomorrow. I'm hoping my presence will make Suzanna feel happier or more at ease during the extent of our visit but there's no way to tell that until we're actually there.
On that note I'm off to bed.
Submissions for the contest have to be postmarked by 9/18 so... yeah. No go for that. I'm not crushed by it and neither is Pat, I'm sure, but it is disappointing. Thanks to this I now have one of my always reliable Macs at Suzanna's apartment for me to use from now on. A girl has to learn from her mistakes, after all.
Yesterday had a moment of total panic for me because somehow or another I broke my glasses clean in half. Right in the fucking center where in the movies the over the top nerd character would have them held together with tons of white tape. I was cleaning them and snap! They're in two. I freaked out and called Suzanna because I got off work at 5 pm and had a night class at 6 pm, at that time it was 3 pm. I can't see anything without my glasses. Legally I'm blind without them and if I attempted to drive? People would certainly die.
Although I threaten to kill often, I have no desire to actually DO that. Hence me calling Suzanna just to let her know if Lenscrafters doesn't have a frame that fits my current lens inside my broke in half glasses and they can't fit me in for a quicky appointment so I can get new glasses I'm going to need a ride to school. I'm not about to miss a class, even if I'm half blind, considering how much I'm plunking down for this certification.
I showed Jeff my broken in two glasses, he was nice enough to not laugh his ass off at me, and I rushed to Lenscrafters. I swear it was an odd experience, walking really slowly through my mall not being able to see anything and pausing at each store to squint at the sign to figure out if it's Lenscrafters. Like most bitter retail managers I have no idea whatsoever where anything is at my mall because I don't fucking shop where I work. I go in, I go to my store, I go to my car. When my shift is over I choose to immediately leave and that means even with Jeff's directions I had no clue as to where Lenscrafters really was in my mall.
When I walked into the store it was so funny. In a few seconds a really nice saleswoman came up to me and asked if I needed help. For a response I held up my glasses that were broken in two. She immediately chuckled wryly and said that it appeared I definitely did need help. While she looked to see if my frames were still in stock, they apparently stopped production on that brand of frames a year or so ago, a coworker found my prescription from a 2001 appointment I had in their computer system. This was so if needed to I could just order a new pair of frames/lenses.
Lucky for me, they had my frames in. The saleswoman came back sounding nervous, again being legally blind I have no clue what she looked like as she said this, and told me that they did have my frames in stock but they were....
Though I always liked Lenscrafters the reason I now worship them and will always do business with them now is because this whole incident took me ten minutes. Including the walk there and the walk back to my store. They do indeed kick ass.
I hate working on Saturdays and tonight it showed. Gay Chris was amused at my hostility tonight as I kicked out two group of tweens within a ten minute span. The first were two boys who came into our store chasing each other at a breakneck speed...
ME: (Glaring at the kids as they run past and almost hit a customer.) YOU! Get out of my store.
GUY 1: (Wide eyed, whirls around to face me.) But--
ME: (Walks to him.) No buts! My store is not a playground, you don't run here. Get out.
GUY 2: (Stands at his friend's side.) We promise we won't run anymore.
ME: That's nice. (Pointing to the door.) Now get out.
GUY 2: (Stunned.) I said we promise!
ME: (Still pointing to the door.) And I said get out. Do it before I call security. (Guy 1 exits the store while Guy 2 pauses at the door.) We'll be back later.
ME: (Raising an eyebrow.) You can come back but you won't be coming inside my store.
They milled around the outside of our store where Gay Chris and I watched them detail their banishment from my store to their friends. Two of which were blonde tween girls who decided for whatever reason to come inside our store the same as the boys did. By running at top speeds. Maybe they just wanted to fuck with me or maybe the boys noticed and knew what my gay pride rainbow button on my lanyard meant thus making them assume I would be nice to idiotic tween girls just because I choose and prefer romantic interaction with members of my own sex.
Not so. In fact, despite being a woman I have more patience dealing with men. Mostly because 90% of my friends are men. My personality fits how a guy thinks more than a girl in my opinion. But anyway, these tween girls come running into my store...
ME: (Loud and forceful tones. ) Both of you -- get out.
GIRL 1: (Stares at me shocked.) Why?
ME: (Rolling my eyes.) Ask your friends, I kicked them out for the same reason.
GIRL 2: (Looks at the two banished tween boys outside our store.) Them? We don't know them.
ME: (Dryly.) Right. You don't know them but you were talking with them just seconds ago.
GIRL 1: (Snotty.) People CAN talk to people they don't know.
ME: (Locking my gaze on Girl 1.) People can also talk to idiots. Now get out.
GIRL 2: (Whines.) But we don't know them!
ME: (Pointing to the door.) I don't care. Get out.
The tween girls then reluctantly leave and upon rejoining their friends I hear them loudly say that I didn't "fall for it", whatever that means. I haven't the slightest idea of what they expected me to fall for in terms of them being in my store. Maybe they wanted to shoplift in retaliation for me banishing their friends. Who knows.
Tomorrow I'm driving to Branson with Suzanna for her parents 40th anniversary party and while I do love working Sundays I'm glad to have the day off since I'm feeling burnt out from my work and school schedule. Plus Suzanna's parents are great folks and I know that party couldn't turn out to be anything less than a spectacularly fun time. Too bad Suzanna loathes Branson with every cell in her body.
I personally find Branson terribly amusing because it's exactly how Bart described it in an episode of The Simpsons: "It's like Vegas... if it were run by Ned Flanders."
And you know what? It really is. There's no proper way to really explain this town but I can regale some of the more amusing facts about it. Such as how every 5 minutes, but usually less, when driving anywhere in the town you will see a mini golf course, how in old Branson where you can only walk because it's made up entirely of undrivable stone roads they have a fudge shop that sells edible Dolly Parton boobs on a stick, how their only tour bus company consists of a fleet of huge boats with wheels on the bottom so they can not only cross the large lake to get to the other side of Branson but drive around both parts as well. The list of oddities goes on and on which is why I find it a very entertaining place to visit but Suzanna feels differently and I can't blame her. Branson is the textbook definition of a tourist trap and I can imagine growing up in a place like that isn't enjoyable in many ways. There's also the fact they have next to no gay community there and it is in the heart of the bible belt portion of Missouri.
Suzanna hates going back home so for most holidays her parents drive up to St. Louis and stay with her but this is their anniversary and they deserve to have it at their home. Hence our drive out there tomorrow. I'm hoping my presence will make Suzanna feel happier or more at ease during the extent of our visit but there's no way to tell that until we're actually there.
On that note I'm off to bed.
