Chaos, Panic Disorder . . .

Well, not much has gone on but customers are continually proving how stupid they are. I had heard on Friday (but forgot about it by the time I got home) that I heard one of the managers talking to the store manager about how this customer came in to complain he wanted free food where he couldn't get the beanie baby happy meal box. He insisted he should get free food where he was paying for a box he wasn't getting. She tried to reason with him that you don't pay for the box and so she can't give him free food. Well, he takes her name down and she knew something big was going to happen. Monday I heard her talking with two other managers that apparently this kook called corporate and bitched them out for 12 minutes over her 'poor conduct' in not giving him free food for not getting a happy meal box . . . As she had said, she had no idea what he could have talked about for all that time since, no doubt, corporate would have stamped him a lunatic and hung up on him. Of course, if they were desperate to keep any business they could they would hear him out and try to reason with him. Anyone who bitches over not getting a happy meal box should be sent to a mental hospital, trust me.

Work has been great this week considering the store manager's on vacation. No problems (except for idiot customers) at all. The weather is looking good (humid which is going to be a breathing problem for me) but at least no rain/storms. Maybe finally we can dry out. As one of our regular customers said today, haying is going to be poor because of all the rain. He hoped he could get out once the field dried to at least get one batch of hay done. My mini garden is dying. I'm not going to get much in the way of produce, that's for sure. Hopefully next year will be better. At least I won't have the extra added expense of buying the pots, just the plants and any soil I want to add to the old soil for next year.

Tomorrow the crew from the TV station will be out to do their memorial piece for my stepdad to run on the local portion of the MDA telethon on Labor Day weekend. I managed to get out of work 2 hours early so I can be here when they do film. It's not going to be easy on anyone and as mum has joked, they'd better bring plenty of film because they're going to need it . . . that and a ton of editing.

I keep thinking there's more I wanted to say but, meh, I can't remember it now. Maybe later it'll come to me. Now it's time for bed.