parking structures and idiot customers

9-1-11


Yay sleep! It is always nice when I can wake up convinced that I in fact got some of the much needed rest.

I went with Stephanie to get an ultrasound of her heart. It was cool since most of the time you don’t get to see the images with such clarity. Mostly the reason for that is that you are the one getting scanned. But with this, I could watch the monitor, and see the coolness that is the heart in action. It was also interesting to see what my imagination came up with for each scan. I swear, that little baby from Ally McBeal was playing the drum at one point.

While in the hospital, there was a code red and lock down for a bit of time. The funniest part of this was the nonchalant attitude of the staff there. We stopped in the lobby of the office we were in when the alarm went off again, unsure if we should proceed, when the receptionist laughed and said it was ok to go. It sounds like these alarms go off a lot.

We were in the basement of the hospital. It was odd since I had not been down there before. What sucked, though, was our lack of internet. We had gobs of technology at our fingertips, with no ability to use them to their full capacity. LOL!

We did watch some of what I think was Access Hollywood, which specifically was creepy and funny due to the one story they happened to cover. There is a woman named Susan Powell who has been missing for two years now. Apparently, her creepy ass father in law has professed his love for his daughter in law. Oh, but if that wasn’t creepy enough, he has written several songs, which people have speculated are about her. Please enjoy the lyrics:

"Waiting for You"

"I could be getting a mistaken impression/

Each time you seem to gaze at me/

You let me touch you softly. Why? Is the question/

And the effect amazes me."



"You made my eyes pop out of their sockets/

You could empty all my pockets/

This flirtation isn't rocket science/

You came along and really knocked my socks off/

Now you're all I think and talk of/

So much for my former self-reliance."



"I'm Missing You"

"I can love you in a secret way/

I can love you each and every day/

There is nothing I can't see/

There is nothing you can't be/

It's not perfect, but I'm missing you."



Oh my goodness. So gross. So bad. So horribly funny at the same time.

The best adventure of the outing, though, was the parking structure.

Stephanie had the truck, which is ginormous. As we entered the structure, the bar noting the maximum height of 7 feet dangled ominously in front of us. Stephanie didn’t know if we would clear it, but there were idiots behind us, which didn’t allow us to turn around. So we decided to wing it.

As much as there is part of me that would have enjoyed the Daily Breeze having the front page story of us in a truck wedged in the Torrance Memorial parking structure, I am glad that truly the only thing that was going on was the antenna scraping the ceiling as we drove along, attempting to find a parking spot not labeled “compact”. It actually reminded me of high school, driving around in the Spirit or Beasley with the CB antenna’s dragging along every structure we drove through.

I have not mentioned the funniest part, though. Stephanie, as she was driving, was ducking under every low beam. It was hysterical. It was kind of like watching someone playing video games moves their body thinking it will somehow move their character out of harm’s way. She knew it didn’t make any difference, and she even laughed at the comedy of it. Of course, I snapped a photo of her in full duck as we continued our drive. Based on our vehicle adventures, some might advise us to look into public transportation. I on the other hand feel that these outings are sometimes half the fun!

We got back to the house where Ken showed us how he made a giant lantern inspired from Tangled so the kids could laugh. They were very amused. I married Mr. Wizard!

My afternoon sounds busy! My walk will include a stop at the school to see who Dax gets to spend Kindergarten with. Afterwards, we shall get ready for Bobby’s soccer practice, which is at 4:30. Before practice, though, we are running over to the shelter to visit my babies; the two I raised and the orange who stole my heart.

I have to entertain Dax at Bobby’s practice. I think we will bring his ball and practice off to the side. Maybe we can practice dribbling and he and I can both go around the large fields. Will be good exercise for me, also.

Even though I didn’t get to do my standard workouts yesterday, I did use the stairs at the hospital where I could! I do what I can.

I hate customers. Just a little vent. This bitch just called me. First off, she has been a thorn in my side for some time now. She doesn’t even have an account with us. She returned something she purchased from us on her credit card. No one processed her refund, so of course, she starts off bitching my ass out, when in reality, I didn’t know she needed a fucking refund. It took forever to get her card number and the refund done because everyone was being retarded. It processes on the 25th. MasterCard claims that we never ran it, despite us sending her a fucking receipt! She then goes on to start lecturing me on how the system works. Mind you, I don’t run the fucking card. I don’t give one flying fuck about her refund. It is out of my hands since I don’t have authorization to process the damn thing. So I tell her I will look into it. She says this isn’t good enough. I explain I have no way of knowing what the fuck happened. So she asks for a number of who to call. I don’t even have that. She is still ranting on, which does me no fucking good. I know what the issue is. She now needs to shut the fuck up and let me help her instead of being her fucking punching bag. Look, if I was customer service, I would not mind as much. I know customers need to vent. But dammit all, I am not the one to vent at. FUCK! I know, I am getting way over worked up over this, but her arrogance and shrill voice just irritated the shit out of me this morning. I am better now. Sigh.