I already came out and admitted I am a complainer, and my husband has told me that I complain too much. That being said let me tell you three things that happened today that I could complain about but I won’t:
#1. At work someone from HR passed out the monthly updated inter-office phone extension list of all the employees. I did not get one, I have not gotten one in the 3 months that I’ve been there. Why?
Because I’m a temp so I’m not on the list? Because I’m a temp? I do occasionally have a need to actually contact an employee, so I have to borrow the list from a real employee and make a copy for myself. But….why can I not be handed one since I am actually a person who does perform work there and does need to contact real employees?
#2. When I went to fill my car with gas, well, not fill, can’t afford that, when I went to put gas in my car, I began to pull up to a pump that was not in use, but there was a car parked near it. Not near enough to show that he had actually pumped any gas, but not far enough away to leave room for anyone who actually intended to buy gas. The driver was in it, he apparently was waiting for his buddy who ran inside to buy a slurpee or something equally important. While he was waiting he was talking to a girl who was standing outside of the car. I honked and gestured for him to pull up a bit. Nothing…I honked again, the girl looked at me. I gestured for her to tell him to pull up, and then I actually yelled out the window, “ask him to pull up!” (duh!) She then translated to him, “she wants to use the pump”. Wonder of wonders…it worked! He moved up, enough for me to squeeze in there.
#3. A friend and I had planned to meet for dinner at Fridays. Earlier I looked at the menu on line, and decided I would order the pulled pork sandwich, with Jack Daniels barbeque sauce. Sounded good. Had only a salad, banana and fig newton for lunch, wanted to be hungry for dinner, I was. Well, we got there, ordered our beers, looked through the menu, and what…..cannot find the pulled pork sandwich with Jack Daniels barbeque sauce. Asked my friend if she saw it. No. Waitress came by, told her I saw it on line, where is the pulled pork sandwich with Jack Daniels barbeque sauce? “Oh,” came her reply, “we don’t have it at this location.”
So, as you can see, if I were to complain about something today, I would certainly have a decent selection, but I’m not saying a word!
July 2, 2008 at 11:28 am |
lol. You are excellent at not complaining.
So what’s the deal with ‘We don’t have it at this location?’ Do a large number of people in your area have a religious or moral objection to pork, so the sandwich wasn’t selling? Or maybe the pulled pork mysteriously falls off the truck on the way to that location? Or they served the Jack Daniels sauce at that location once and everyone in the place got hammered and trashed the place? Or do they just do this to torture people like you who actually read the menu in advance and like to get excited about dinner?
July 3, 2008 at 5:40 pm |
Thanks! Wish I had thought of one of those at the time, especially about torturing people who read the menu in advance!