Ok yeah the first time they lost my scanner. Claimed to have delivered it to "the side door" but despite my meticulous search of the surrounding area, no parcel could be found. They eventually credited me and I drove to the bloody office supply store and bought the same model for the same price. This was after a dozen calls back and forth with some guy in charge of investigating it.

So now I eagerly await the arrival of my new guitar. It was supposed to be here yesterday. Yesterday a UPS truck pulled into the drive and I ran down the stairs only to receive the guitar strings I had also ordered last week. Disappointed I figured that surely I would be completed today. But no, not a trace of the UPS man today. So I fired off an email to the person I bought this thing from, asking for the tracking # (which she should have fucking given to me to begin with) and now I've changed my driving plans to get to New Hampshire to the evening just in case it arrives tomorrow. I don't even know if UPS delivers on july 4th. Oh well, traffic won't be bad I don't think as everyone should already be at their destination sacrificing middle eastern babies to herr bush while kneeling in front of a huge face of our fearless leader superimposed on the USian flag.

I arrived at work to find the store manager there instead of the associate manager as I had expected. This is certainly a good thing, as tonight was the last night before we each went on vacation (him for a week though) and he doesn't give a shit about the rules. So we did the usual insulting white trash customers and generally doing zero actual work once I cleaned up the store of all the misplaced toys.

So get this, his girlfriend works at another store in the mall, and she asked him to get her some five dollar bills at the bank while he went to get change for our store. Apparently the lady at the bank waited until the very end to give him the actual change, after punching everything into the computers and whatnot. The slip of paper said one hundred dollars in fives. She gave him one hundred fives. Net difference: four hundred dollars. He said he tried his best to look casual as she tossed him the quite thick bundle of money and he drove all the way back with it in his hand amazed at the events that had just taken place leaving him with this large amount of free money. So that makes his vacation a lot better, at least until the bank calls for him and he says something like "oh really? let me check the safe thats where I put it." Apparently he went to his personal bank instead of the one we usually go to for store change, so it's even more difficult to trace back to the store. Whatever, he's a lucky bastard and I think he's gotten away with it.

Also I told him I needed to take a week or so off in August (for doomcon2 of course but I didn't tell him that). His response was something like "yeah whatever I don't give a shit, I'll just let you go on vacation and not A__ (assistant manager bitch woman) that month." So I guess I'll find some train tickets, and get my shit together for that. This guitar is safe to transport in the padded gig bag so long as I'm actually holding it the whole trip. With that and a backpack with clothes I'm golden. I should probably find out ahead of time about the special accomodations for instruments and such. I'm not leaving it in the care of joe fuckhead who stuffs it underneath someone's boxes of collectible concrete angel figurines or some shit.

Manager also let me borrow the dvd Blow. Johnny Depp rocks, and penelope cruz was easy to fall in love with in Vanilla Sky (and also the original Abre Los Ojos) so I don't mind seeing her again. I joked with him about the film making him nostalgic for his own cocaine adventures of the past (he's only 25 or 27 though so I don't think he can get away with blaming it on foolish youth quite yet heh).

Still no call from kat, haven't talked to other girl from old job yet either. I almost started to really care about the former this morning when I accidently looked at her picture but I got over it before I let it get me down. It's comforting knowing I can go down so easily at a whim like that though. Knowing what breaks my self control just gives me more of it.

So those are my fucking plans, head to UMass Amherst sometime in the next couple weeks to figure out future college shit so I don't work retail the rest of my life. Happy USian day.

Blame USPS!

Posted by arioch from 10.0.0.97 @ 07/07/2003 01:18 PM CST