Mutti Chronicles

One would think I get enough of shoes at work. I sell shoes . I answer questions about shoes. I look for shoes on the internet and in the catalog. I send out free shoes and arrange to get shoes back. I get yelled at about shoes.I listen to concerns about shoes. I try to find out where peoples’ shoes are out there in the great postal service black hole. But now I have my own shoe concerns. I say concern because we, at my place of employment , are supposed to call them concerns, not complaints. So far I have bought about 4 different pairs of formal shoes and returned them all. They all had about 3 inch heels on them. Perhaps I have a need to be taller. No…forget that. Anyway I don’t have a problem with the heel heights, in fact I liked all of them and I’m sorry I had to return some of them. My problem is with the part of the shoe where the sole bends down so your toes can go in. You know, that curvey part that goes from your heel down to your toes. My foot just does’t want to take that turn. I didn’t have a problem standing in them, but I did have a problem walking in them. Who can walk in those things? Back to the drawing board. Something in black satin would be nice. No more than 2 and a half inch heels, please.

So I’m guessing the Canadian postal service is pretty much just as disorganized and screwed up as ours. I just got e-mail number 2 from the mother-in-law subtly asking where their wedding invitation is. E-mail number 1 let me know that other relatives had already received their invitation but not her. I e-mailed back assuring her that it was mailed to their Canadian address and perhaps she should allow a few extra days. Her 2nd e-mail arrived this evening notifying me that a note mailed June 17th had already arrived but no invitation . Perhaps I’m putting more whining into the e-mail then is really there. But it’s just more fun reading it that way.

Mutti has nothing but complaints for the day. The 1st call of the day involved someone who threatened me with a lawsuit. Not me personally, but the company. Followed by several promises to report us to the Better Business Bureau. And one racial discrimination claim. All this over shoes. I mean don’t peope have anything better to do or has the whole world gone crazy? Top it all off with a relay call from the TTD operator which takes forever, and the work day pretty much sucked. There’s gotta be a better way to make a living.
The adorable Caesar had agility class tonight and kept falling off the gang plank walk. So this proves not only is he goofy but he’s a clutz. He’s also is in love with another dog , unfortunately it’s a male dog. We’ll have to work on it.

So my employer gives us all one more freakin’ speech to add to the end of every order we take. Now we have to offer every “qualified customer” (translate that as their credit card doesn’t decline) an application for a Master Card. Like every person alive doesn’t already have enough credit cards already. This involves actually putting the customer on hold, calling the credit card company, telling them we have a customer for them, waiting for them to acknowledge, identifying ourselves, going back to the customer, telling them we are transferring them and then back to the other credit card agent, and then saying godbye to the customer and the credit card agent. Blah, blah, blah! We’re not getting any more talk time or money. I pleaded my case to the supervisor giving us the information. She agrees, but can’t do anything. This added speech is going to add a lot of time to the call. And once it gets busy again in the fall, we’re going to be on hold a lot for the credit card agent. So what does this mean? It means we’re all going to start to get warnings about taking too long on calls. My employer causes their own problems. But they never learn!

Does anyone else really dislike my dress for the wedding? If so, let me know now, while I still have time to look for another one! And as for the egg pelter, from the way the egg was splashed on the van, he or she (and yes it could very well be a she) would have had to have been in the driveway to hit it in that spot. So, that is not only vandalism, but tresspassing! If I find you, you’re in trouble! And Caesar has an eye out for you.

Next Page »