So, I'm sitting in the garage reading Curt's facebook (because this is what I do in my spare time), when this person shows up. Really, I don't deal with Curt's business or his people mostly because I dislike people in general. I am just not good at...people. Here is a great example of why:
I do not know this person, as I mentioned before. I have never seen her before, nor have we ever talked; however, after asking if Curt was around and then learning that he was on a parts run, she proceeded to go off on me about her car that is sitting at the end of the driveway, how it has not moved since she dropped it off 2 days prior...
(could it be that there were customers ahead of you? Oddly, the 20 other vehicles sitting in my driveway are not an indication that Curt does not just sit around waiting for her to drop her car off.)
...and how she needs it fixed by Sunday or else. I quietly sit on my stool and listen, not saying a word, letting her rant. My eyebrows raise occasionally as she proceeds to list all the reasons she should be pissed off about blah, blah, blah. It has been sitting here on and off since June?
(Really? I haven't seen it, but then they all blend into each other after a while anyway.)
I say nothing as she takes a breath. I refuse to apologize because I have no idea what she is talking about, nor do I care. After several seconds, she says, "I don't want to be a bitch, but..."
I say nothing.
"This is really important because, blah, blah, blah, something, whine, whine, ????."
(She lost me when she went all rude in the beginning. The only reason she is still talking is because I am not talking and she is getting uncomfortable. Something I have learned to love since I learned how to stay silent. Try it. It's cool.)
Finally, I say, "Do you have Curt's cell phone number?"
"Yes, he gave it to ??? (boyfriend)"
"Okay."
"...and I gave him my number and (boyfriend)'s cell number this morning."
"Great. So...why are you here then, if you talked to him this morning?"
"Because my car has not moved since we dropped it off Tuesday!"
*Sigh, close my eyes for a second, breathe, count to 10...Don't be an ass, don't be an ass. Be nice, be nice. Okay*
"Hm. Well, I don't have anything to do with the shop. I have my own job and I really do not deal with Curt's business. Mostly, because I am not a people person and find that most of them are selfish idiots that have no consideration for other people in general. It makes me crazy and my customer service skills suck. So, here is his cell phone number again *writes* and I suggest you call him again if this is an issue for you."
She storms down the driveway and I resume snooping on my husband's facebook. 5 seconds later, the cellphone rings, which is sitting on the tailgate of a truck, obviously not with my husband. *snort*
It turns out, the car HAS been here on and off since June, each time for a different issue, completely unrelated to the former. So, this is really an issue of a POS car and someone who would much rather spend her money at the bar...
(From the smell of her-yes, I judge. I'm irritated and angry. All my WWJD skills left me during my moment of silence. She smells like bar. I know that smell very well and can pick it up from 20 paces. I hate it. You know how they say a smell can ilicit an attitude or a frame of mind? Bar smell is my angry smell. Unless, of course, it's that rare occasion that the smell is on me, which probably means I'm in a good mood and happily buzzing and have a good reason to be there, soaking up that smell.)
...than invest in a decent vehicle.
So, person I have never met, wait your turn and get over yourself. If you can't get over yourself, you are welcome to take your car across the street to Corey's and pay 50$ an hour to have it fixed. Have a nice day. *eyeroll*
This is why I work at home, in my little room, alone, and without anyone but a faceless doctor crooning in my ear. This is why I get irritated when Curt leaves and I am forced to deal with people. No he's not here. No I don't know.
I don't know.
I don't know.
Do you have his cell phone number? Do you think you could write his cell phone number the hell DOWN this time? I have no idea what is wrong with your car. I have no idea how much your whatchamacallit costs. I have no idea what you owe him. Yes, I will tell him you called 400,000 times. *blank stare* Oh look, its 10:00 p.m. and the phone is ringing still. Oh look, it's 6:00 a.m. and the phone starts ringing for the day. Really? REALLY?
I know its not your fault you are having trouble with your car, I know how it is to need your wheels, I know how it is to have no money to pay for it. Unfortunately, it is not in my DNA to be sympathetic every day. I may have my own issues that day. I may not feel well. I may be asleep. I may have been interrupted constantly while trying to do my own job. I may not want to get yelled at today...Just not feelin' it. Don't get me wrong, sometimes I'm dripping with loving customer service, but its rare and I try to save it for sex night.
What? At least I'm honest.
Yep. See? Not a people person. So, Just because the name of the business is C&J Service and Repair, the "J" is really only for looks. I do my very best to avoid being an owner. I'm a medical transcriptionist, not a co-mechanic and I probably don't like you, or, if you are this particular woman, you have ruined your chances of my ever likeing you.
That being said, I am so thankful my husband is so strong and awesome to be able to want to grow old with me. It takes a strong individual to get close to me and an even stronger one to be able to put up with my mouth. I have a handful of friends in this world that have been able to tow the line. Thank you guys. I do love you. I really do cherish the fact that we can call eachother bitches and still be BFF's. I love not having to tiptoe through life with you all, worried that one word out of my mouth can ruin it all. We can agree to dissagree and its all good. It means more to me than puppies and coffee.
As for my Curtis, I hate your shop, but I love you more than the world. Thank you for closing your eyes and counting to 10 when I am an ass, thank you for cherishing the rare moments I am sweet and remembering them, and thank God for bringing you to me. This world would be a lonely one if I had to be a crabass all alone. God must have known we would work. It's awesome.
Also, The last couple of weeks I have had people in my house. It started like this: A distant cousin that does genealogy found me on facebook. We have been talking and she has been finding all kinds of awesomeness about the family and stuff. Suddenly, I see a post on facebook saying her car is broke down in new Richmond, only about 30 miles away. Well, I tell her hubby is a mechanic, come on down to Ridgeland and we will see if we can fix it. They show up in this beat-to-hell mustang with 2 dogs (one is a Newfoundland!) and a cat and all their belongings. They are homeless evidently and just jumped in the car in Washington and just started driving.
they had a tent and I suggested they stay in the park with their dogs, but my soft hearted husband said they could spend the night in the air conditioning. it turned into 2 weeks. 7 people, 4 dogs and one dog was the size of a truck. Needless to say, I was nuts. My food was depleted down to nil and I can't lie, when they went to visit other cousins on the weekends it was like heaven. Last week I never saw them all week. I thought they had found another place to hang since they have food stamps and don't need my food. Frankly, I had said to my Curtis that I wasn't keen on buying groceries because I figured as soon as I did, they would come back. Yesterday I spent 500$ on groceries--seriously, we were cleaned right out to NOTHING over here--and that's saying something because I am a huge forager and freezer/cannery person. Yep. When I pulled in the driveway there they were. Oh my word. I had bought groceries for myself and for my mom for the month, then there is this guy who likes to show up and hang out only to beg for money to drink on. sure enough, the first thing out of his mouth was do you have money for gas and cigs? Got all the groceries put away, heard about so-and-so-wants money and I need to pay whats-in-who. I was done. sent the kids out to the campfire to roast tome hotdogs and get out of my face. They ate and came in. My husband proceeds to tantrum because he has no hot meal in front of him when he wants to eat. Yep. I lost it. LOST IT.
After I ranted to myself in my craft room, I decided I needed to go to bed because I was one ugly be-hatch. About an hour later I hear my cousin and her husband fighting outside, she takes off walking, he chases her in the car, they were screaming at each other in the park, then they were gone. not real sure whats going on, but on the other hand, If it was me, I'm okay with it. I'm tired of taking care of everyone.
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