Ziva’s in the shop. I won’t get her back until Friday, and in the meantime, I guess I have morphed into a muscle car fan, because this Toyota courtesy car is the most gutless (although biddable) piece of iron I’ve driven in quite a while.
Work is hilarious. I just schooled difficult individual; I was polite, I was thorough, and I made my opinion of him unmistakably clear. Well, why not, he told Tanya I sounded like I was on drugs. The only drug was the stench of his entitlement, but whatever.
Later…. the difficult customer got back and vented his ass on me. Only knowing that I have the recordings of his abuse of me and the other staff is preventing me from losing it.
We have hired a sound tech for church. Woot!