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Woke up super extra early this morning because I had to pee. The cat heard me roll over and came crying to be snuggled… and then stopped short and snuggled with Dude instead, I could hear her purring.
So, in spite, I got out of bed and went pee, and stayed up, and sure enough, she heard that I was up and came and yelled to be let out, so I did, and then, mua ha ha ha, she came and snuggled me on the couch instead.
However, while I was up I did three loads of laundry, and as soon as the sun came up I started hanging them out because while it’s meant to be chilly today, there’s 0% chance of rain. So I was up and down the basement stairs a million times. I got out the door about a minute later than I wanted, and as I was leaving remembered I have to drop my car off for an oil change, argh. So I had to drive down to the garage on the corner, and then it took me a few minutes to drop off my key and make sure they knew which car was mine.
So it was 8:39 by the time I left the garage (which is a little under a tenth of a mile from my house; I cut through the parking lot when I walk to work). (Hey, kids, by the way, I’m aware that I’m probably giving away enough detail here and via my Instagram that it’d be easy to figure out where I live and where I work so like, don’t do this. Don’t be like your stupid old auntie.)
So I walked fast, and hurried a little– I don’t really run, but I kind of skitter sometimes, like across streets, so I did a lot of that.
I made it to work in 18 minutes, at 8:57 or so.
I was the first one there, which meant that for the first time ever I had to unlock the door and turn the alarm off. I had never used this keypad, so I wasn’t sure how hard to press the buttons. As I tried to key in the code, the door opened again and the alarm went off in a second instance, which was really unexpected and terrifying. I tried again to key in the code, and it made a bunch more noises.
“Excuse me, good morning,” said a man’s voice, and I looked up and it was a man I’d never seen before, holding a laptop or something under his arm. I assumed it was the rep from one of our camera companies.
“Ha, gimme a minute,” I said, and keyed in the code again. It turned off, and I walked away to punch in on the register. As I was doing that, the alarm went off again. MOTION DETECTED, it was saying, FRONT DOOR OPENING, MULTIPLE ALARMS. I’ve never interacted with this thing before, it’s baffling.
“I was just wondering,” the guy said, “I’ll pay extra or whatever, but how long it’ll take, I emailed a photo, I have people coming over–”
I looked up from the alarm keypad and realized he was carrying a framed photo under his arm. “Are you from Fuji?” I asked, baffled. The lights were not on. I was really clearly struggling with the alarm thing. What the fuck, bro?
“No,” he said. “I need to get some photos printed.”
I looked at my watch. It’s 8:59. The lights are off. The alarm keypad has stopped blinking. “What?”
“I have people coming over,” he said again, “and last time I was here, I emailed the guy a photo, but the pixels weren’t enough, and I’m just really trying to get a photo printed to this size, but of this picture.” And he gets his phone out.
“Uh,” I said, “I work in the online sales department, I don’t print stuff. Can I go turn the lights on? I bet the clerk who can help you will be in within the moment, it’s just not quite nine o’clock so we’re not really ready to help you just yet?”
The phone starts to ring. At that moment, the clerk who actually runs the photo machines comes in the door, and finds the light switches. “I thought I showed you where those were,” he says gruffly.
“I was getting to that,” I say, and I answer the phone. It’s the alarm company. “It’s the alarm company, Joe, is there a password?”
Meanwhile the customer has latched on to Joe and is trying to ask him the same things he asked me. “I’ll pay extra to get it done faster,” the guy says.
“Hang on,” Joe said, “gimme a minute.” He goes to punch himself in on the register, and tells me the password, which is the one I already knew about, so I tell it to the phone company.
“Last time,” says the customer, “I emailed an order to a guy who was here, and he did some things, can I do that now?”
“We have an online order interface,” I said. “Company policy dictates we shouldn’t download attachments on the work computers.”
“Oh but I emailed it to a guy,” he says.
“I don’t know,” I said. "Like I said, I don’t work in that department so I don’t know. Is that guy here now? Maybe he’ll help you. Otherwise we’re gonna have to wait until he gets in, so he can check his email.”
Joe has gone and is setting up the machines. “They take a while to get up to temp,” he says, “so you might as well just make yourself comfortable and I’ll come help you once I’ve got them set up.”
I’m ending the story here because I walked away, but like. Here’s the lesson: Literally everything this guy did was guaranteed to not get him what he wants so like, maybe don’t do any of those things. Don’t follow people in doors they’ve just unlocked! Don’t demand special treatment! Find out if there’s a procedure and try following it! Don’t show up before a store’s posted hours and expect to be waited upon! Don’t hassle employees who aren’t clocked in! Who the fuck are you, dude?
I hope the print lab guy told him to fuck off, but I’m sure he didn’t.
(Your picture was not posted)
Woke up super extra early this morning because I had to pee. The cat heard me roll over and came crying to be snuggled… and then stopped short and snuggled with Dude instead, I could hear her purring.
So, in spite, I got out of bed and went pee, and stayed up, and sure enough, she heard that I was up and came and yelled to be let out, so I did, and then, mua ha ha ha, she came and snuggled me on the couch instead.
However, while I was up I did three loads of laundry, and as soon as the sun came up I started hanging them out because while it’s meant to be chilly today, there’s 0% chance of rain. So I was up and down the basement stairs a million times. I got out the door about a minute later than I wanted, and as I was leaving remembered I have to drop my car off for an oil change, argh. So I had to drive down to the garage on the corner, and then it took me a few minutes to drop off my key and make sure they knew which car was mine.
So it was 8:39 by the time I left the garage (which is a little under a tenth of a mile from my house; I cut through the parking lot when I walk to work). (Hey, kids, by the way, I’m aware that I’m probably giving away enough detail here and via my Instagram that it’d be easy to figure out where I live and where I work so like, don’t do this. Don’t be like your stupid old auntie.)
So I walked fast, and hurried a little– I don’t really run, but I kind of skitter sometimes, like across streets, so I did a lot of that.
I made it to work in 18 minutes, at 8:57 or so.
I was the first one there, which meant that for the first time ever I had to unlock the door and turn the alarm off. I had never used this keypad, so I wasn’t sure how hard to press the buttons. As I tried to key in the code, the door opened again and the alarm went off in a second instance, which was really unexpected and terrifying. I tried again to key in the code, and it made a bunch more noises.
“Excuse me, good morning,” said a man’s voice, and I looked up and it was a man I’d never seen before, holding a laptop or something under his arm. I assumed it was the rep from one of our camera companies.
“Ha, gimme a minute,” I said, and keyed in the code again. It turned off, and I walked away to punch in on the register. As I was doing that, the alarm went off again. MOTION DETECTED, it was saying, FRONT DOOR OPENING, MULTIPLE ALARMS. I’ve never interacted with this thing before, it’s baffling.
“I was just wondering,” the guy said, “I’ll pay extra or whatever, but how long it’ll take, I emailed a photo, I have people coming over–”
I looked up from the alarm keypad and realized he was carrying a framed photo under his arm. “Are you from Fuji?” I asked, baffled. The lights were not on. I was really clearly struggling with the alarm thing. What the fuck, bro?
“No,” he said. “I need to get some photos printed.”
I looked at my watch. It’s 8:59. The lights are off. The alarm keypad has stopped blinking. “What?”
“I have people coming over,” he said again, “and last time I was here, I emailed the guy a photo, but the pixels weren’t enough, and I’m just really trying to get a photo printed to this size, but of this picture.” And he gets his phone out.
“Uh,” I said, “I work in the online sales department, I don’t print stuff. Can I go turn the lights on? I bet the clerk who can help you will be in within the moment, it’s just not quite nine o’clock so we’re not really ready to help you just yet?”
The phone starts to ring. At that moment, the clerk who actually runs the photo machines comes in the door, and finds the light switches. “I thought I showed you where those were,” he says gruffly.
“I was getting to that,” I say, and I answer the phone. It’s the alarm company. “It’s the alarm company, Joe, is there a password?”
Meanwhile the customer has latched on to Joe and is trying to ask him the same things he asked me. “I’ll pay extra to get it done faster,” the guy says.
“Hang on,” Joe said, “gimme a minute.” He goes to punch himself in on the register, and tells me the password, which is the one I already knew about, so I tell it to the phone company.
“Last time,” says the customer, “I emailed an order to a guy who was here, and he did some things, can I do that now?”
“We have an online order interface,” I said. “Company policy dictates we shouldn’t download attachments on the work computers.”
“Oh but I emailed it to a guy,” he says.
“I don’t know,” I said. "Like I said, I don’t work in that department so I don’t know. Is that guy here now? Maybe he’ll help you. Otherwise we’re gonna have to wait until he gets in, so he can check his email.”
Joe has gone and is setting up the machines. “They take a while to get up to temp,” he says, “so you might as well just make yourself comfortable and I’ll come help you once I’ve got them set up.”
I’m ending the story here because I walked away, but like. Here’s the lesson: Literally everything this guy did was guaranteed to not get him what he wants so like, maybe don’t do any of those things. Don’t follow people in doors they’ve just unlocked! Don’t demand special treatment! Find out if there’s a procedure and try following it! Don’t show up before a store’s posted hours and expect to be waited upon! Don’t hassle employees who aren’t clocked in! Who the fuck are you, dude?
I hope the print lab guy told him to fuck off, but I’m sure he didn’t.
(Your picture was not posted)
