Friday, June 27, 2008

See What I Have To Put Up With?

Exhibit 1: The Girl came home from her second day at work and told us a story. There was a girl that worked with her, we'll call her Quartz. The Girl was warned that Quartz had a really bad attitude on the first day. Second day, The Girl goes to work and Quartz has been called in, an hour and a half late for her shift. Quartz wasn't feeling well. She was pissed that she had been called in to work and so she decided that she wasn't going to work. She left The Girl and one other worker alone on the line for dinner rush. This did not work. The line backed up, people were waiting for 30-45 minutes for their sandwiches and they were getting pissed.

So, The Girl--having never heard the axiom "Discretion is the better part of valor."--stuck her head in the back and told Quartz that they needed help and asked her if she planned on working at all that night. Quartz pitched a fit, cussed The Girl out and then called the manager to whine about how The Girl had cussed her out and /whine/"I don't feel good. I want to go home."/end whine/.

The manager came in, livid, sent Quartz home and yelled at The Girl and the other worker. Eventually, the manager apologized and The Girl explained her side of the story and it seems Quartz is out of a job.

At the end of her story, she said, "I can deal with a bad attitude. I can deal with someone who is loud. But what I can't deal with is someone being lazy. I just can't stand laziness."

Keith and I were dumbfounded and then...we laughed and laughed and laughed...

Exhibit 2: Yesterday, there was a mix-up with The Boy. He went swimming with a family across the street. While he was gone, Keith had to leave to go move his toolbox. He told The Girl that if he wasn't back before The Girl had to go to work, for her to stick her head in at the neighbor's house and let them know that I'd be home shortly and ask if The Boy could stay there. When work time came, The Girl saw that they weren't back yet so she went on to work and didn't say anything to anyone.

When they came home, The Boy said he'd be right back and came to the house. I was about 30 minutes from being home. The house was empty.

So, The Boy did what any kid would do.

He invited all his neighborhood friends into the house and they had a trash-the-place party.

Exhibit 3: About 45 minutes ago as of the writing of this post, Keith had to leave for work. He got dressed and was about to walk out when he said, "I need my belt." He went looking for it. He couldn't find it anywhere. He asked me if I could help him find it. He bent over.

I said, "Sure honey. You're wearing it."

He said, "You're going to blog this, aren't you?"

"You know it."

See what they have to put up with?


pidomon said...

plus putting up with US lol

Anonymous said...

That's not hard at all, Pido.

pidomon said...

there's a joke there that im hoping everyone here will NOT make :)