I thought about putting this in the Customers department but honestly, I'm the customer and it was the worker who sucked here so...here it is in sightings.
So it snowed last night and was snowing most of this morning today in my cornfield haven. It's a bit slick but not to bad really. Problem of course is that many of us (least out of my pals and family) didn't hear it was due to snow and as such were a bit surprised to have to get the cars dug out this morning.
Now while a fair accumulation it's not that bad. Main issue is it's wet so it's kinda heavy to get moving. Hubby got his car out and about half of mine before the clock forced his hand and he had to run to work. Me and my three year old manage to get my car clear out the rest of the way and we headed off for our obscene morning of errands that had to be done. Our sidewalks and steps still had snow on them but I resolved to be careful going up and down them since I really shouldn't be shoveling the snow. Both kiddo and I are in snow boots as well so I'm not to worried.
Why can't I shovel snow you ask? At 7 months pregnant and counting it's really hard for me to bend and lift. Use a snowblower? Why waste money on one for our small patch of crappy brick sidewalk and steps? So shoveling this year has been a strictly hubby deal like the cat litter so we don't have to worry about me killing myself trying to clear the the sidewalk.
Kiddo and I finally get home again around lunchtime. He's a generally unhappy camper since he's been carted to and from stores on last minute christmas shopping that I couldn't escape. Since hubby was going to be stuck at work till 8pm at his job like he has been for the last 3 months it was either drag the kid with me and endure the fits or try to explain to some relatives why their special snowflake didn't get a gift from us.
So you can imagine how frazzled I am at 7 month pregnant, dragging a kicking and screaming 3 year old into the house while holding onto these presents I had to run out and buy today.
Cue the suck.
I have barely put my bags down and there's a pounding on my door. I mean like I'm expecting to have a cop on the other side kind of pounding. It's a mailman, note I say A mailman instead of MY mailman. I know our regular mailman and this guy isn't him, but mail carriers get their days off and sick days too. I can certainly understand it having been a newspaper carrier for 4 years.
Now mind you I'm trying to keep the door somewhat closed because I have a lab that likes to jump and I really don't feel like letting all the nice warm air in the house out. My 3 year old is STILL throwing the biggest fit and still has his snow gear on, so he's of course flailing snow everywhere.
This mailman is here to complain to me about our sidewalk and steps not being shoveled.
Now I understand he might not realize under all that snow gear I had on still that I was 7 months pregnant but when I explained the matter to him that it would get shoveled when my husband got home he got even more pissy!
Jerk: What's wrong with your arms that you can't shovel?
Me: Sir I'm 7 months pregnant and as such I'm having issues bending and lifting things. That snow is really heavy and wet.
Jerk: So? I already fell once today on some asshole's steps. I ain't falling on someone elses!
Me: I'm sorry to hear that. Seriously my steps will be cleared tonight once my husband gets home. They'll be all cleared tomorrow.
Jerk: They better be! *as he goes stomping off*
They better be? Seriously? What are you gonna do if they aren't? Hold my mail hostage? Good thing the only bill we pay that way is the water bill and if we haven't gotten that it's hardly a bother for my husband to call up the county (most of the folks who he knows by name) and ask what's up and what we owe. Besides the fact that I'm pretty sure that's considered tampering with the mail, which is illegal!
I'm sorry you fell down some stairs already. Having been in those snowy boots of yours I feel your pain. I know lots of people haven't shoveled their walks yet cause you know, they had to go to work this morning. How dare they work for a living and have bosses that demand they be there instead of shoveling their walks. Surely all those customers and managers they deal with will wait an extra 30 minutes or more while they shovel their walks for you, people are understanding souls like that.
I mean seriously, I understand the guy's concern and I seriously feel for him. However pounding on doors and screaming at the offenders really isn't going to endure them to help you and likely you're gonna get a lot of complaints about you. That's not a good way to keep your job here.
So it snowed last night and was snowing most of this morning today in my cornfield haven. It's a bit slick but not to bad really. Problem of course is that many of us (least out of my pals and family) didn't hear it was due to snow and as such were a bit surprised to have to get the cars dug out this morning.
Now while a fair accumulation it's not that bad. Main issue is it's wet so it's kinda heavy to get moving. Hubby got his car out and about half of mine before the clock forced his hand and he had to run to work. Me and my three year old manage to get my car clear out the rest of the way and we headed off for our obscene morning of errands that had to be done. Our sidewalks and steps still had snow on them but I resolved to be careful going up and down them since I really shouldn't be shoveling the snow. Both kiddo and I are in snow boots as well so I'm not to worried.
Why can't I shovel snow you ask? At 7 months pregnant and counting it's really hard for me to bend and lift. Use a snowblower? Why waste money on one for our small patch of crappy brick sidewalk and steps? So shoveling this year has been a strictly hubby deal like the cat litter so we don't have to worry about me killing myself trying to clear the the sidewalk.
Kiddo and I finally get home again around lunchtime. He's a generally unhappy camper since he's been carted to and from stores on last minute christmas shopping that I couldn't escape. Since hubby was going to be stuck at work till 8pm at his job like he has been for the last 3 months it was either drag the kid with me and endure the fits or try to explain to some relatives why their special snowflake didn't get a gift from us.
So you can imagine how frazzled I am at 7 month pregnant, dragging a kicking and screaming 3 year old into the house while holding onto these presents I had to run out and buy today.
Cue the suck.
I have barely put my bags down and there's a pounding on my door. I mean like I'm expecting to have a cop on the other side kind of pounding. It's a mailman, note I say A mailman instead of MY mailman. I know our regular mailman and this guy isn't him, but mail carriers get their days off and sick days too. I can certainly understand it having been a newspaper carrier for 4 years.
Now mind you I'm trying to keep the door somewhat closed because I have a lab that likes to jump and I really don't feel like letting all the nice warm air in the house out. My 3 year old is STILL throwing the biggest fit and still has his snow gear on, so he's of course flailing snow everywhere.
This mailman is here to complain to me about our sidewalk and steps not being shoveled.
Now I understand he might not realize under all that snow gear I had on still that I was 7 months pregnant but when I explained the matter to him that it would get shoveled when my husband got home he got even more pissy!
Jerk: What's wrong with your arms that you can't shovel?
Me: Sir I'm 7 months pregnant and as such I'm having issues bending and lifting things. That snow is really heavy and wet.
Jerk: So? I already fell once today on some asshole's steps. I ain't falling on someone elses!
Me: I'm sorry to hear that. Seriously my steps will be cleared tonight once my husband gets home. They'll be all cleared tomorrow.
Jerk: They better be! *as he goes stomping off*
They better be? Seriously? What are you gonna do if they aren't? Hold my mail hostage? Good thing the only bill we pay that way is the water bill and if we haven't gotten that it's hardly a bother for my husband to call up the county (most of the folks who he knows by name) and ask what's up and what we owe. Besides the fact that I'm pretty sure that's considered tampering with the mail, which is illegal!
I'm sorry you fell down some stairs already. Having been in those snowy boots of yours I feel your pain. I know lots of people haven't shoveled their walks yet cause you know, they had to go to work this morning. How dare they work for a living and have bosses that demand they be there instead of shoveling their walks. Surely all those customers and managers they deal with will wait an extra 30 minutes or more while they shovel their walks for you, people are understanding souls like that.
I mean seriously, I understand the guy's concern and I seriously feel for him. However pounding on doors and screaming at the offenders really isn't going to endure them to help you and likely you're gonna get a lot of complaints about you. That's not a good way to keep your job here.

I just said to myself "Oh well, no holiday cookies in the box for her this year."



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