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!
Ziva is beginning to remind me of what people used to say about Jaguars, that you had to purchase two of them so that you would have one to drive while the other was in the shop being repaired.
I hasten to add (after I heard from a coworker) that the tiresome individual was a “difficult customer”, not a coworker, as that was not clear from the post.
Also, Ziva’s in the shop for some long overdue bodywork. Mechanically she’s quite sound.