Reverend Horton Heat
I got a late start on my busy day yesterday. I had tons of ambition the eve prior: hit the gym, go to work, do my show, and grab a coffee with my friends afterwards. It didn’t go as planned. I woke up late, donned my workout garb, and bolted over to my parent’s house to grab my ipod. I ended up slurping tea and procrastinating, running short of time to get to the gym. I needed the workout, so as an alternative I went up to the track outdoors up across from Kelly middle school.
It might be a phenomenon, but with 32-degree weather or less I can run about half the laps I can with warm conditions. I did some laps and impressed the elder ladies walking by as I closed with a big “Rocky 4 on the beach with Apollo slow-mo short shorts grunting” sprint to finish my run.
I got through work with only minimal damage from irate customers, who demanded to know answers to questions like, “Why do I pay 50 bucks for being one day late?” and “I…. I… already paid those last year! Ten days on a check? How long do you have to live in this town to have the privilege of writing a check”? Being the smooth operator I am, I handled the customers with tact and grace, patiently answering every question and getting to the bottom of ones I didn’t have an answer for. I only wish they gave an employee of the month award out. I want my plaque to be emblazoned on the outside of town hall, a true local legend of customer service.
My show went well. I got back in the swing of things and somehow didn’t miss any lines. I was pleased to see old friend from yesteryear Pistol Pete in the crowd, as well as Mike and Erik. All three were in a section by themselves, ready to pounce on any mistake I made.
We met up and went to Tim Horton’s afterwards. It is a big upgrade in interior decorating from the ole Bess Eaton that resided there. I do miss the inscriptions of bible quotes on the cups though. There are some weird folk and happenings at 11 in a coffee place. You have the loners who sit and look as if this is the only place they have to go, others who look to be drying out, teenyboppers hanging out with the employees. What happened to the good old days of using the parking lot as a beer-swilling hangout? I must be aging and kids must be getting wiser, that or have parents that are more tolerant and let them booze at home.
At any rate, I had a fun evening catching up with friends. I always say I have to do it more often, and should. Busy day tomorrow as well. I hope it goes as smooth as today did.
February 3rd, 2006 at 11:11 am
You are a stellar at customer service and I know a little about this field. A plaque some days is definitely deserved. Keep it up. This is a great site and I have enjoyed reading. I know nothing about Blogs as well and this is a fascinating new world.