In Search of The Truth
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First of all, yes, I call the 23rd "Christmas Adam" because it preceded Christmas Eve. Some people catch that quickly, others will give themselves a damn aneurysm trying to figure it out. Just getting it out of the way:
I. Had. The. Weirdest. Day. Ever. Just started with an early start and a 30 mile drive one way. Then the 30 mile return to have some coffee, discuss Toddman's possible impending employment, the recent family issues, and how to get our revenge. Then I made a cover letter and resume for my friend and we prepared for the 30 mile trip back to where we'd gone earlier in the day. I attached the saved documents to an email because I can't print here. Printer=crap. I accessed the email at Toddman's but I still couldn't print because we have different document processors.
The solution: We went to the library, revamped, and printed the resume and cover letter. As it turns out, on our way in, we spied a car at Toddman's previous place of employment, which is consequently the place at which is is currently trying to secure employment again, as it's under new management. We investigated more closely and verified that this is indeed the guy we drove 30 miles to track down at 7:45 this morning, and the guy we were intending on driving 30 miles to see again to hand deliver Toddman's recently acquired res/cover. We saved ourselves a 60 mile trip.
Then, my sister recruits me to pick up a last minute gift for my mom. After two failed attempts at finding a pay-as-you-go-phone from a specific carrier to replace the busted junk my mom currently has, I decided I had to drive all the way to Sand Springs or possibly Tulsa. So into the belly of the beast I go, with Toddman still in tow. I did find something adequate at my third stop, and I was going to get it, but I couldn't get any assistance. I was the first person standing there. She helped two different groups who were there like 2 seconds when I'd already been there for 5 minutes. I walked off to find another person to help me and she actually chases me down as if to say she was just about to get to me. I handed her the phone (which wasn't quite what I'd been sent to recover, and I was on the phone discussing this fact with my sister...), and I waited for her to get engrossed in her work before deciding that I can probably find what I'm looking for if I shop around. I just walked off, and left her furiously working at her exercise in futility. I felt like a bit of a douchecanoe, but it was awesome.
My next choice of location was also fruitless, though it was not very busy at all, and smelled pleasantly of recent construction. My only gripe is that they had nothing...and what they had was ridiculously overpriced. That's okay, there's more than one place to shop in this massive mess of merchants.
I went to another place just across the parking lot. They had pay-as-you-go phones, but they didn't have the right carrier. Last stop, last chance was a Target at the far Southeast corner of the shopping center. I went in and navigated my way straight to electronics where I found the exact phone I was looking for placed on the wrong peg...the flip phone in the proper price range was mine. I plucked it and muttered "Victory Is Mine" a la Stewie. I had to wait on one customer in front of me, and was happy to do it (despite my having previously been a douchecanoe). I was able to finally get what I was sent to retrieve. I paid with the money I was given by my sister, though I was given sticker price and had to chip in the tax from my own pocket. Again, I didn't mind.
Next challenge. Get out of the store. We took off toward the front and had to navigate the gridlock of red plastic shopping carts that vaguely resembled abandoned cars, parked without regard, after a generic Apocalyptic event. I ended up behind a really slow-walking person who just HAD to block the whole opening between the unused registers while he slowly moseyed onward. I excused myself through a ridiculously small opening, making me again appear and feel like a douchecanoe, and headed straight for the door.
The "ZOMGzorZ!!!11!!ELEVENTY!!11! They be stealin'!" alarm rang as I went through the sensor, and I walked back inside to wait for someone to check my bag and clear my name. I waited...nothing happened. I started counting backwards from 10, and when I hit 0, I went through the sensor again. The alarm rang, but this time I didn't stop, didn't slow down, didn't even blink. I started stepping quickly (yet casually) toward the car, forcing Toddman to step a little more lively himself.
After waiting for the people in the vehicle next to us to get situated and inside, we quickly situated ourselves in the car and left before they so much as got the key in the ignition. Once back onto the freeway, it was 30 minutes before I was able to deliver the phone to my sister. That was my crazy day...what was I thinking going into the fray on Christmas Adam?
I. Had. The. Weirdest. Day. Ever. Just started with an early start and a 30 mile drive one way. Then the 30 mile return to have some coffee, discuss Toddman's possible impending employment, the recent family issues, and how to get our revenge. Then I made a cover letter and resume for my friend and we prepared for the 30 mile trip back to where we'd gone earlier in the day. I attached the saved documents to an email because I can't print here. Printer=crap. I accessed the email at Toddman's but I still couldn't print because we have different document processors.
The solution: We went to the library, revamped, and printed the resume and cover letter. As it turns out, on our way in, we spied a car at Toddman's previous place of employment, which is consequently the place at which is is currently trying to secure employment again, as it's under new management. We investigated more closely and verified that this is indeed the guy we drove 30 miles to track down at 7:45 this morning, and the guy we were intending on driving 30 miles to see again to hand deliver Toddman's recently acquired res/cover. We saved ourselves a 60 mile trip.
Then, my sister recruits me to pick up a last minute gift for my mom. After two failed attempts at finding a pay-as-you-go-phone from a specific carrier to replace the busted junk my mom currently has, I decided I had to drive all the way to Sand Springs or possibly Tulsa. So into the belly of the beast I go, with Toddman still in tow. I did find something adequate at my third stop, and I was going to get it, but I couldn't get any assistance. I was the first person standing there. She helped two different groups who were there like 2 seconds when I'd already been there for 5 minutes. I walked off to find another person to help me and she actually chases me down as if to say she was just about to get to me. I handed her the phone (which wasn't quite what I'd been sent to recover, and I was on the phone discussing this fact with my sister...), and I waited for her to get engrossed in her work before deciding that I can probably find what I'm looking for if I shop around. I just walked off, and left her furiously working at her exercise in futility. I felt like a bit of a douchecanoe, but it was awesome.
My next choice of location was also fruitless, though it was not very busy at all, and smelled pleasantly of recent construction. My only gripe is that they had nothing...and what they had was ridiculously overpriced. That's okay, there's more than one place to shop in this massive mess of merchants.
I went to another place just across the parking lot. They had pay-as-you-go phones, but they didn't have the right carrier. Last stop, last chance was a Target at the far Southeast corner of the shopping center. I went in and navigated my way straight to electronics where I found the exact phone I was looking for placed on the wrong peg...the flip phone in the proper price range was mine. I plucked it and muttered "Victory Is Mine" a la Stewie. I had to wait on one customer in front of me, and was happy to do it (despite my having previously been a douchecanoe). I was able to finally get what I was sent to retrieve. I paid with the money I was given by my sister, though I was given sticker price and had to chip in the tax from my own pocket. Again, I didn't mind.
Next challenge. Get out of the store. We took off toward the front and had to navigate the gridlock of red plastic shopping carts that vaguely resembled abandoned cars, parked without regard, after a generic Apocalyptic event. I ended up behind a really slow-walking person who just HAD to block the whole opening between the unused registers while he slowly moseyed onward. I excused myself through a ridiculously small opening, making me again appear and feel like a douchecanoe, and headed straight for the door.
The "ZOMGzorZ!!!11!!ELEVENTY!!11! They be stealin'!" alarm rang as I went through the sensor, and I walked back inside to wait for someone to check my bag and clear my name. I waited...nothing happened. I started counting backwards from 10, and when I hit 0, I went through the sensor again. The alarm rang, but this time I didn't stop, didn't slow down, didn't even blink. I started stepping quickly (yet casually) toward the car, forcing Toddman to step a little more lively himself.
After waiting for the people in the vehicle next to us to get situated and inside, we quickly situated ourselves in the car and left before they so much as got the key in the ignition. Once back onto the freeway, it was 30 minutes before I was able to deliver the phone to my sister. That was my crazy day...what was I thinking going into the fray on Christmas Adam?