We Live In a World of Service and the Service is Bad

My boss said that about a month ago. I don't know if he got it from somewhere else, but it is freakin' appropriate lately.

Last night I went in search of a shop vac, so I could try to suck some of the water out of the carpet before flesh eating fungus takes over. I went over to Sears, because that seemed like a nice, safe choice.

I quickly found the unit I wanted, a small 6 gallon job that was on sale. But the only one left appeared to be on an overstock shelf up high. I wandered around the tool department for a few minutes before realizing I was completely alone.

I couldn't believe it. How many fucking stores do I have to go to in order to get a single fucking salesperson to say boo?!? Christ!

I started to widen my search for anyone that might work there, but as soon as I did, I realized how angry I was starting to get over this. I've worked in retail. I'm trying to have some semblance of understanding, but this is ludicrous.

Yeah, I know it's a weekday; Schedule some fucking coverage.

I drove down to Lowe's where, not only were the shop vacs where I could reach them, there was a guy in the isle asking if I needed help and he went over it with what was probably to him normally boredom, but it seemed like uber-zest to me. Go Lowe's!

When I finally got home, I unpacked it and went to work on the carpet. For about an hour or so I kept going over the area (probably around 4x6'?). It was cold, damp and smelled like wet, sweaty gym socks down there.

At the end, I got probably a quarter gallon of liquid out of the carpet (that might be over estimating). It looked pretty nasty:



After I got a fan down from the attic and let it run all night. This morning, it was noticeably dryer. Not dry mind you, but dryer. It will probably take several days for it to be completely dry, maybe a week.



No Serial Friday, today. I've got too much going on as you can see. If I manage to get back on track, I'll just post it as soon as I can instead of waiting for a Friday.

We thought of you today. The Baptism was in Easton, and the directions from RI had us go right past your house. (Well, nearly.)

Anyway, I thought I should drive up and ring your bell and pretend I was there for the LAN party. Val thought that would be pretty funny. So the only thing that saved you from a moronic prank was the fact that we were running late for the service.

Hehe. And the fact that you would have killed me. With the shop-vac.

By  Alfred-jr, at Sun Feb 18, 08:00:00 PM 2007  

Yeah, that would have been hilarious. With a captial H!

Bitch.

By  Evil Wayne, at Wed Feb 21, 01:38:00 PM 2007  

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