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.

Hippie Motorcyclist

Really? With the tambourine on the handbar?
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The smell of new money

Today, I was mailing packages in the Haymarket Post Office and I have to describe the woman that came in. She was a little Asian lady. Hard to really tell which ethnicity due to her unnatural tan, botoxed face that was frozen with a look of surprise on it and her huge lips. She had streaky highlights that were held at bay by her porn star shades on her head, unfortunately because it allowed the world to see that face. She was driving a gold Lexus SC convertible with a "I love Haymarket" sticker on it. I am sadden readers to say that I did not have the stealth to get picture of her inside the PO but I did take one once I got in my car.
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Where the hell is with buttoning the top button?

I don't know where this trend has come from but I am petitioning for its death. Unless you are wearing a tie, you do not need your top button on your shirt to be buttoned. That is whack. It looks stupid and people who wear their shirts like that should be punched in the face.
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Here's an update

I am playing brickbreak, wondering why people are trying to talk on their cells. What are you? Stupid? You can't hear anything in here.
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