We done good…..

Yesterday I went over to the ex’s so he could check over the car and see what needed to be done before winter.
Like my transmission.
Which needs a flushing.
Included in the car check was dinner with him and Tember.
Well Tember and I ate and the ex had some drinks.
It was not as hard as I thought sitting there with him talking as he drank.
 
It took us a long time but the ex and I are friends.
Yesterday after he looked over the car the three of us sat in the shop chatting.
The ex and I chatted and Tember had a little input here and there.
As always. 
Our topics included property tax, divorce and how we should proceed. 
Discovered the previous rush had to do with the now ex-girlfriend who wanted to get married.
Turns out the ex didn’t.
Also they are looking at building in two years. 
Ex has a really good plan for himself.
And to be honest I am really proud of how far he has come in the last five years.
He even made a comment about how the split between the two was amicable neither had cheated.
I took it in stride. 
He was not being mean to me.
He was stating a fact.
And I understood he was not casting stones at me. 
We are passed that.
 
Our conversation segued into him telling me how at work on Sunday’s he checks the weekly obits.
And some of his friends are dying.
Which when you consider he is only 49 top age of a previous friend who passed away 51. 
Kinda scary when you think about it.
The ex is doing well with his weight and controls his diabetes with exercise and diet.
Last night he said that he might quit drinking in the future but not now.
We were discussing my nearly 90 days sober and he wanted to know what precipitated my desire to quit.
 
Discovering that his fly was down the ex asks:
Why did you not tell me my fly was down?
Me: Well I didn’t notice. (Not looking there so hello…..)
 
Tember at this time looks at the two of us and announces: 
If this is what an adult is about…..sitting and talking about death and taxes. And loans. And building houses. And divorce. That is just boring. I do not want to be an adult.
 
Worried your child is growing up to quickly the above is a detailed explanation of how to send them running back to childhood.
 
Was telling the ex how when I look at Tember I see so much of him in our son that I did not realize how many features we shared until I had taken a different picture of us. 
Showed it to him and he is looking at my eyes. 
I had still been drinking at that time. 
Tember is getting all embarrassed.
 
Me: He is not all that bad other than sometimes words come out of his mouth before his brain catches up.
Ex: That he gets from me. Oooops did I say that?
Me: And the eye rolling. 
Ex: That he got from you.
Me: He does it a lot. See?
Tember wails: I am not doing it on purpose.
Ex and I bellow with laughter and Tember is looking all hurt.
Me: Buddy no we are not laughing at you. We are laughing because your dad has literally heard those exact same words come out of my mouth.
 
Genetics have a funny way of showing up.
 
Lastly Tember begins his ‘mom you shrank’ dance and I told him off.
Stop with the growing.
My runners are flat little canvas shoes no rubber.
He is wearing hiking boots.
Standing on the top part of the curve on the slope of the shop entrance. 
No determination was made.
Tember did say he did a ‘test’ on the computer and he is going to be 6’2″ according to that.
Which lead to a height aligning with his dad.
As you can see in all three pictures which I snapped one right after another they have the same expressions on their faces.
And yes I did ask the ex for permission before I posted his picture here.

 

Have a magnificent Monday loves.
I am having a lazy holiday Monday.
 
©Oct. 12/20
Pictures are my own

You Sir are an Asshat!

It is not often that I allow a customer to get under my skin.
I no longer take things personally.
Yes I might get a little annoyed such as when I had a customer swear at me.
Or who snapped at me with regards to my asking for about making a donation.
By the way I saw that customer yesterday and he would not even look at me.
Pretended not to see me as he passed by.
But I digress.
Yesterday was my first shift in Customer Service since March.
I only made two huge gaffes trying to charge two separate customers 100’s for their lotto.
When we enter in a quantity for the lotto tickets it is 1,2,3 etc.
I entered 400 once instead of 4 and 100 instead of 1.
Shook my head on those two.
It was a really good day.
11-7:30.
Weird shift let me tell you.
Despite being slow my day whizzed by.
I am finishing up emptying the pouches when a customer approaches with his bag.
He has two beautiful roasts.
Both in the $50-55 range.
I am cringing inside thinking that he purchased them by mistake and was returning them.
Which meant we would have to throw them out.
But no that was not it.
A couple of weeks ago we had a special on these roasts for $8.80/kg ($3.99/lb) and he had had a rain check.
When he went through the till his cashier was one of our newer girls and instead of calling for help she entered in each roast as $8.80.
That is right $8.80 per roast.
Great I am thinking that he is coming back so that I can correct the error.
I thank him and tell him that I can help him.
I can return the first amount and weigh them at the correct price.
No.
That is not why he had come back in.
He had come in as a courtesy.
He really did not need to have come back in at all.
I am standing there staring at him not quite able to comprehend.
Not because I did not understand but the fact that he is arguing that because he did not have to come back in and let us know of this error.
In his head it equated to getting his roasts for the wrong price.
Even when I said human error does occur he disregarded that.
Making himself out to be the saint coming back in and pointing this error out to me.
Finally I had enough.
Staring directly into his eyes voice lightly laced with sarcasm I said:
Sir if you feel that it is right to take them at that price than by all means take them.
Really I can do that?
If you feel that it is right to take them for the wrong price than yes.
Okay thank you.
Tight smile from me.
I can go home and sleep well tonight. Not feel guilty for not coming in and telling you.
No sir you came back in looking for absolution.
And sir while you think that I gave it to you I did not.
Nor did the customer behind you think very highly of you.
You are a thief.
Pure and simple.
You knew at the till the amount was wrong.
You knew when you went outside that it was wrong.
You knew coming back in that you should pay the correct price.
When I said if you felt that that was right to take them at that price I was not giving you permission.
When I wished you a good weekend I did not mean it.
What I was doing in my head was hurling curses at your smug asshat face.
Already thinking about writing this episode up.
For my blog.
Putting your asshattery out there for all and Karma to read.
I was livid.
So livid that when I spoke of it to my supervisor I swore.
I swore!
It has been a long long long time since that has happened.
I do not swear at work.
I may say damn/hell/shit but never ever do I use the word ‘fuck’.
A little of my aggravation bled through at home.
Discovered that Tember’s idea of cleaning the litter box and mine are two different things.
First he was just putting the cat litter into the genie without looking to see if there was a bag.
🤦🤦🤦🤦🤦
Ugh.
So get a garbage bag and give it to Tember to clean up.
Next thing I know he is hollering.
He had not opened the garbage bag so everything was just sitting on top.
I lost my temper slightly.
I did not yell.
But I let him know that I was not impressed.
Like the customer he tried to make me give him absolution for doing a crappy job. (No pun intended)
I did not.
He is going to be cleaning the litter boxes today.
As in scrubbed with cleaner.
And he agreed quite readily to this last night.
Like the customer he knew.
I am writing this on the couch Saturday morning with my coffee and my Thomas cuddling at my side.
When he purrs he rumbles against me.
Yesterday’s annoyances are just that yesterday’s.
Today is whole new day.
Have a wonderful Saturday loves.
©Oct. 3/20
Picture via Pinterest