October 7th, 2010

Going Postal.

 My normal mail man is awesome. So awesome, I make sure every Christmas season that he gets a little package of chocolates, just as a thank you.

I run an ebay business, good postal service is a definite need of mine and I have lots of packages coming in and out of my place. So, I appreciate good service and try to reward it, especially since with the influx of items I get, my post man has to go a little out of his way for me.

My Saturday post man, or any day that awesome man is off, is not so awesome

In fact, he is a total douche bag. I have had this guy literally throw my packages and he NEVER rings the door bell, even when a package requires a signature. So, I often end up having to pick up my items on MONDAY after the Saturday because the sucker is too lazy to get out of his mail-mobile. Yes, there's been days I've been home and he's never rang the door bell and come to find peach sheets in my mail box that they, 'missed me.' I'm a bit of a hermit after the school week. I don't want to go out, so usually, I'm always home on Saturdays. Besides, open windows and open doors is a generally good sign I'm home. Or my garage door up with my car in the garage.

I was once woken by the crash of glass and then a mail truck peeling out of my horseshoe driveway.

Turns out, mail douche had tossed a package containing a GLASS DOME that was clearly marked fragile.

I've reported this douche nozzle time and time again and nothing ever gets done.

Yesterday made me stabbity, though. My mother was over, and I had to go to a dental appointment, so she goes out to move her SUV since it's blocking my car in the driveway. At that perfect opportunity, Mail-douche pulls in and blocks my mother in. He gives HER the packages, and then proceeds to chat her up for some time, much to my annoyance. She also has this mail douche as she lives on the next block over and has also filed complaints that he hits on her and harasses her.

He drops an envelope that he forgot, and she goes to pick it up and he tells her basically that she, "Needed the exercise anyways," to which earns a very frigid glare from me, who is waiting to leave. Asshole douche bag could take his own advice and remove his arse from his mail truck a little more often if he wants to get like that. ( My mother is a 14, hardly 'large,' but that's hardly the point. ) Peeling out of my driveway, he is soon back after nearly colliding with the back end of my mother's SUV because he, "Forgot another package."

Fucking idiot.

BTW, my dental service was awesome~

At least the food was good!

There's a locally based burger place that has two locations. My husband and I regularly go to the location closest to our home because their food is super delicious. I can get a turkey burger that actually tastes like turkey, not the 40 different spices most places put in ground turkey because they think it tastes bland. Today was our first visit to their other location. It will also be our last visit there.

It's around 7 when we come in. There's a semi big group of what looks like two families with a few kids. They're just finishing their meal. There's also a four top that is just digging in and another family of six mid-meal. We waited by the Please Wait to Be Seated sign for a couple minutes, scanning the restaurant for a server. Finally a girl looks up from the tables across the room and comes over to seat us. She leaves without a word. Being familiar with the menu, we quickly decide what we want, close our menus and place them at the edge of the table. A male employee walks by us to the four top, checks on their meal, walks past us again to the table of six to clear a couple plates, then continues on his way. No acknowledgment to us whatsoever. We scan the room again for anyone who can take our order. The girl who seated us comes over a minute or so later. No "Hey, sorry about the wait." or "We're really busy/short handed/whatever." Just takes our order and leaves.

Hubby and I get involved in a new app he has on his phone and lose track of time, until he looks up, past me to the counter by the kitchen and says, "You think that's our food sitting there?" I turn around and see two plates chilling on the counter, right next to the male employee, who is busy chatting with an older lady, and not a foot from the girl who'd taken the order but was now deeply involved in cleaning a ketchup bottle.

"How long has it been there?" I ask my husband.
"I don't know. I just saw it."

We wait a couple minutes, by now curious to see how long it would be before anyone took notice of the two plates. I finally can't stand it any more and push my chair back, fully intending to go get the plates myself. Just then, the girl looks over, then abandons the ketchup and brings over our food. Its lukewarm temp confirms our suspicions, but we are so starved and it was still edible, so we just eat. Both of our glasses are by now empty, so we move them to the edge of the table, betting each other how long it would take before we get a refill.

During this time, both the male employee, the girl, and another female employee that had showed up keep walking past us, checking on other tables, clearing plates, delivering checks... no inquiry is made of us how our meal was going. It was only until the girl arrives to clear our plates that she says, "Oh, do you want a refill?"

I wanted to tip about 10%, but hubby bumped it up to 12%. As we were leaving, the male employee called out, "Thank you! Good night!" and we both burst out laughing. What a strange time to finally acknowledge us! Really, as frustrating and terrible as the service was, we couldn't help but be oddly amused through the whole thing, thinking over and over "how much worse can it get?"


ETA: As I was writing this, I figured I'd get the "you gotta speak up" tag so I tried to make it clear that we did attempt to "speak up" but it's kind of difficult when there's no one visible at first. And after that, it became kind of like a game, so we made a conscious decision NOT to speak up and just see what happened. :)