Surreal

This has got to be one of the most surreal days of my life.  Just plain weird and stressful to the hilt.

The film was at 11 so you, my dearest readers, the few and proud you are shall get the morning edition.

Flakes picked me up at 5am, we swung by Waffle House for coffee and she bought me breakfast, well a Waffle and coffee before going to Donnelly.   Figured out there that my parking card actually does work for the 2nd floor and I have yet to pay for parking.  I figured this would be good since I dont like the paycheck deduction for parking and I have yet to turn in the deduction form to payroll.  With Richelieu out of commission I dont have my tag number handy.

So, I get to go home, I played on the internet instead of sleeping just doing the whole relax before work.   I really should have slept. 

So I head out to work early enough to park Flakes’ car, talk to the supervisor for days, Eddie, and head up.  When I get to the office itself Flakes tells me that Mother will be picking me up from work to go get Richelieu.  Very cool, I like that idea, was going to stop by grocery and pick up a light bulb, my lamp one blew.  Goodness all around.    Figured I would call Mother on my first break and tell her what time and confirm details.

Here is the part that gets me, why didnt Mother call me and tell me instead of having Flakes relay the message?  The disparity between the two of us becomes more and more apparent as I get older.  Its not like I didnt already know Flakes is the golden child of the family.  Doubly strange is that she is the middle child.

I clocked in early since the call volume was high and after about and hour on the phones (gods it was busy) Mary, the Training Manager, calls me into her office regarding an issue we had come up on Tuesday.  I am well aware of all this and apparently this ‘mistake’ which was later defined as a clarity issue within the manual itself. 

Something tells me if I stay at Donnelly I will end up in the Training Deptartment, as Mary is asking me whom I would choose to do edits at night (since I am now strictly day shift) and how to clarify some of Donnelly’s training procedures.  Additionally she wants me to be the go-to gal for Wendy’s and ColdStone Creamery accounts on the floor.  (Again I am not getting paid any extra for this stuff)

Low and behold here comes Flakes in a panic, when Mary pulled me from the phones she didnt inform the Lead Station and Eddie was pissed that I was in AUX for over 45 minutes when they started to look for me.  This was not my issue. 

My ‘issue’ was resolved with several phone calls placed to HErshey’s own training department who really oversees Donnelly’s performance.  The mutual agreement was made that despite I followed the customers order I should have done a product search and sent the order to custom.  Whatever, but the clarification to the manual must be done to avoid anything of the sort again.  Basically it was concidered both my own and Hershey’s fault.

Finally got out of Mary’s office and its time for me to go on that first break.  After taking one call after informing the Lead Station, I get out and call Mother.  Immediately she puts Dad on the phone.  Plans have changed, when the mechanic started the car up after fixing the other little things the head gasket has blown.  Replace at about $500 more and gods know how long that would take with this mechanic.   I asked for clarification from Dad and told him I  would call during lunch. 

Back again to the phones, now on dedication for Hershey’s, Wendy’s., Moana Loa, Long John Silvers and California Pizza kitchen, at least its a little slower till I get a stange name on my caller ID, Dr. Wisenand.  WTF??  Come to find out the CEO of Donnelly decided to help out a friend and has designated that without warning we will be the good Dr Wisenand’s after hours answering service.  Starting today, with no warning.

Lunch and I call Dad back, yes, the head gasket is gone.  I can replace or think about another vehicle.  Either way I will be walking for a long time.  Now concidering I have blisters from hell on my feet, my small toe on the right is litteraly covered in one large blister.  I started to cry, really cry at work of all places.  I hid myself in the parking deck, hit the wall a few times and generally be surly.   Dad told me at one point "I didnt want to be part of this fiasco in the first place"  meaning that he should not have helped me whatsoever.  Great, thanks Pops. 

I didnt even bother with calling after that the MaDScientist was called because of the need to hear a sane voice.  But I got voicemail.

Eventually the work day ended and I had the walk ahead of me.  Got a call from the Red Headed Step Child and he and La Cucaracha wanted to hang out.  I had planned on skipping Relapse because of feeling like shit, but when he offered to pick me up a block down from work.  Why would I refuse that?  My feet were already killing me.  So I head over to Borders to hang while RHSC and La Cucaracha got their tushes out of Austell.  HornDog calls and asks about Richelieu, come the tears again.  I say, he tells me he is going to call a buddy of his and see about a loaner car.  Okie.. I didnt ask for that.  Then the MaDScientist calls and I am still trying to say what is going on and tell him to cheer me up when I get a phone call from Dad.

Here is where things get weird…

Dad -"Your mother is coming down Friday to pick you up, your car will be ready on Sunday."
Me – "What?"
Dad – "Your mother is coming down tomorrow and picking you up, your car will be ready on Sunday"
Me – "Umm Dad, I have to work Saturday and Sunday, I cant miss work or else they will fire me"
Dad – "Your mother will be there tomorrow.  Confused yet?"
Me – "Very, what is going on?"

Basically at that point Dad tells me I am borrowing Mothers car till Sunday and then I go back to Rockmart to  pick up a new car.  I am apparently selling the T-Bird to Dad and have a 1997 Taurus to tag and insure.   Its exactly like my sisters, color and all.  I told Dad "I swear you and Mother decided to have twin girls 10 years apart",

Going on, still the car has to have the engine replaced and it will be done by Sunday or a mechanic will not longer be male.

HornDog calls again, he did procure a loaner car till Richeleiu is fixed.  I have to explain to him whats going on.

Flakes calls regarding Relapse and I call off with her then, telling her whats going on now.  I mention RHSC and La Cucaracha and she starts singing "Please dont Take the Girl" like Tim McGraw.  It was weird.  I explained that with the way the day has been I could bet that something else strange would happen.  She okays and that was that part.  I told her about the car itself and she had the same comment I had given to Dad.

So here comes RHSC and La Cucaracha, we hung out, I at times napped and generally let them use my internet to check email and whatever. 

About 4am Flakes calls and tells me she has to come over and tell me something.  Yes the strange had appeared again.

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