MAINTENANCE FOLLOW UP

I did not post yesterday because after Tuesday, my brain needed a rest and so did my vocals from saying "we are closed". Then again, my vocals has nothing to do with typing a blog but I thought I would just throw that in there for a bit of sympathy. You chuckle at the previous statement but if only I knew where some of you lived... if only...

Anyways...

After my last number, another 3 or 4 people attempted to wash their clothes. One of them was a ninja at it. I didn't notice the lady coming in at all and the maintenance dude came and asked me if I was closed and I said yes and he brought the ninja that attempted to wash. Not cool lady, not cool. My reaction was "when did you come in?"... which she simply ignored... I felt the hate radiate off of her though. Oh well. She will get over it.

Also on that day, a guy in his 40s dropped off laundry and he was drunk. Wait. He is ALWAYS drunk and when he washes on weekends, he stinks of alcohol. He wanted to wash but I told him about the maintenance so he dropped off his green bag to be washed. I told him it would be ready on Wednesday at 8pm. He thought it would be done on Tuesday since on Wednesday he was bitching to me that I closed before 8pm on Tuesday... which is complete bullshit since I stayed after maintenance to clean up. My friends, alcohol destroys your perception of time as well as brain cells that make you think. Don't get me wrong... I am a fan of alcohol... whether it is social drinking or a glass of wine with a good read... but to be drunk constantly- NOT a fan. I even stressed to him on maintenance day that his clothing would be ready on Wednesday. So come Wednesday he was bitching that I closed early and asking "what maintenance was being done?" I felt like throwing back at him "next time you come and do laundry, please don't be drunk... this way you know what is going on and you don't annoy me"; however, I did not say that... instead I flicked on the patience switch and explained to him what was going... which he gave me a questionable look and then stared at my chest. That's what I get for wearing a low cut t-shirt... Note to self- hide the twins at work.

Tuesday showed that people refuse to read the answer to their questions... especially when it is in their face. Next time I post a sign, it will have to be in Arabic too. Translation.com here I come. -shakes head-... I also learned that if I were to become a mechanic, I would most likely be the only female and that people are douche bags when they don't get what they want... but hey... that can be applied to anywhere.