Almost Grown Up

You all need to stop writing so much. Take a day or two off. Seriously. My google reader is continuing to explode, and I haven’t had a chance to catch up from last weekend yet.

This story about an engagement gone wrong, made me question humanity. The poor guy buys a $12,000 engagement ring and puts it inside a helium filled balloon (so he can “pop” the question). He walks out of the store, loses his grip on the ballooon, and it flies away with the ring inside. He decides to make a bad situation worse by telling his girlfriend, who now won’t speak to him. I mean, really? What was plan A?

So yesterday was a landmark day for customer service. I give you two stories:

(1) The last piece of furniture was being delivered to my parent’s house, from which it will make it’s way to Virginia. I was given a three hour window on when it would arrive and made sure someone would be there. The truck apparently pulled into the driveway an hour before it was supposed to get there, sat there for five minutes, then left and didn’t call to say no one was there until 90 minutes later. Only problem? Someone was there. Both times. Ring the damn doorbell (Also, is “damn” a curse? The customer service lady asked me not to curse at her when I said “I want my damn furniture”). So annoyed.

(2) I attempted to get a tattoo yesterday. I figured that today’s post could be pictures and stories about that. Yeah, didn’t work out so well.

I researched this place for weeks, found no bad reviews, some good reviews, and decided it would be good (despite the somewhat shady practice of wanting payment in cash).  I was VERY nervous (remember the fear of needles? Yeah, I has it), but yesterday morning I called and made a 3:30 appointment.

I showed up at 3:25, so far so good. One person is waiting. After 10 minutes another person comes in (who had already started the process, and then had been sent across the street to get cash) and goes back to the tattoo-ing place (they only have one artist, and while there is other staff none of them were in yesterday).

At 4:00 the artist comes out and announces he has to leave for 10 minutes to run back to his house briefly, so I need to leave to get a cup of coffee. He stresses that he will be back in 10 minutes, and refuses to give me a price estimate so I can secure the necessary cash (and speed up the process when he gets back).

I’m annoyed (my appointment started half an hour before) but I get the coffee and wait in my car. After 20 minutes I try the front door. Still not back. After 45 minutes I try again. Still not back. Then I finally leave. I mean, why say you’re going to be right back if you’re taking off for an hour? Why treat people like that? So now I’m annoyed and need to restart the process.

I’m off for the day, I hope everyone has a great day and I will talk to you all soon!