Labor Day Weekend

So, this labor day weekend I did lots. Went up to Michigan to celebrate cousin Colton's Eight birthday. We had a cookout and cheesecake with a good portion of the family. Colton and I even found time to make the little video below. I was camera man, for the most part and Colton was the director and star. He can really act. If you look closely, I am smiling because I thought we were going to have parents running outside when he started to do his crying thing. I was actually convinced that I had died.



And so we finished the weekend off by picking pears out of a pear tree so we could can them. Everyone got involved. Colton in the tree throwing them down to us, Cadin on the truck, picking pears from the lower branches.

Every Friday Afternoon

It seems that every Friday, (and by "every" I mean the last two) someone has called me and yelled at me. And I am going to be completely honest. I am losing my patience with this shit.

Last Friday:
Guy: Is Kimberly there?
Me: I'm sorry, she is gone for the day.
Guy: What? I have called three times today and have left messages and have not heard back. What am I suppose to do with this check? I mean, really? (Granted, he did call three times before this. And I took messages three times.)
Me: Well, what is the issue?
Guy: You have over paid us and I want to know what to do with the check.
Me: You have a check from us with an amount that is more then we owe?
Guy: Yes. And I need to deposit!
Me: Fine. Go deposit and write us a check for the difference.
Guy: I mean, that is just want we are going to have to do.
Me: Fine. Its no big deal.
Guy: Whatever.
Then he hangs up.
Two minutes later he calls me back and asks me to transfer him to Kimberly's cell phone. That shit wasn't going to happen so I transferred him to a manager. What a dick.

Today
Guy: Yeah. I talked to a guy about a "tyonic" order that was suppose to come by the end of the week, and it is Friday.
Me: I think you need to talk to the West coast office. They handle all orders.
Guy: No. I need to talk to the guy who works at this number. I have been talking to him.
Me: Do you mean "Kibble"?
Guy: Yeah. That's him.
Me: Well, he is out of the office right now but I can take your name and number and email it to him. then he can call you back.
Guy: Nevermind.
He hung up on me too.

What the fuck is with you douchey people calling my office and being dicks to me. Granted, I probably shouldn't use the tone I do, but if you didn't come out of the gate with attitude, you wouldn't get any from me.

Moral of the story: You get more flies with sugar then vinegar. And I hate people.