Man Down

Last night I was at work when someone posted a curb alert about a bunch of beautiful things that were 15 minutes from me - FML.

I just recently learned about the ubiquitous "curb alert" source. This is when people put junk out on their lawn or driveway and post about it so people will just come get it.

This is a new thing for me, but something I will now look into at the beginning of each day, since a ton of lighting and clocks seem to come down the pike on those postings. Been doing this 18 years now and things still surprise me about different aspects of the job. lol

Raelly?

I sent a  handbag to Israel on April 10th.

On April 23rd, they attempted delivery. On May 12, they attempted delivery. On May 15 she opened a case on me saying she wanted a refund because there was "a problem with the shipping" (now how this is my fault, I don't know).

I responded to the case with the tracking number showing the attempts of delivery and proof that I indeed mailed it. On May 15, they attempted delivery again.  Finally, on May 17th, they delivered it.

Bitch left the case open, and I called Paypal with a WTF? I called them because they hire Americans to answer their phones. They passed the buck to ebay - now anyone who tells you those are two separate companies - they are full of shit. One hand washes the other with those two and the seller gets left (excuse my pun) holding the bag.

The lady said "I cannot help you, but I can transfer you to ebay" and I waited on hold for 10 minutes listening to all this ebay rah rah shit, leading me to believe I was on hold with someone from ebay and when I got on the line I got a guy with a heavy accent and got  "I cannot help you, I am with Paypal. here's a number for ebay" I was like WTF? I just spent 10 minutes on hold listening to ebay ads and talking to the script reading outsource and this was Paypal?

I escalated the case and my money remains on hold. The bitch has had my bag in her hands for 2 days and yet I am not allowed to use my money from the sale of said bag.

This is the main thing that remains fundamentally wrong with ebay today. You cannot just take someone's money without a good reason and expect that they will want to remain on your website to sell. Sellers are the ones that pay fees to you, you numbskulls. You anger enough of us and eventually you will have nothing when we all leave.

Junior High

Last week at work I took a picture of the backs of the heads of three people that were blocking my view at work. I had hung over the gate waving my number, 5 or 6 people had had to go around them to come get a drink or a snack, and there were at least 10 seats available. There was no good reason for them to be there, and they sure as hell knew they were in the way.

My boss messages me all up in arms because somebody showed them the picture and they were all like "We would have moved" Seeing as they had several heavy handed hints from me and several others, I seriously doubt that. She was like "I understand your frustration"

Now here is where I am pissed off. You.Have.No.FUCKING.Idea. about my frustration. I have to sit back there slinging $2 hot dogs for a $40 pittance with 20 years of experience in antiques and collectibles under my belt, so you are using me all wrong to begin with. I am supporting 4 people on my one income, and when some asshole blocks my view, that might mean National Grid/Spectrum/Geico/IRS/mpiua doesn't get paid that week because I missed something I should have bid on, then I get a termination notice, then I stress out all week and right now, with no health insurance and my mortgage company closing in on me, it's not a good time to stress me out.

She's all like "I work with the customers too."

Yes. But when you leave, you get to leave in a new Jeep that runs right, that you can afford gas for, you get to go out to eat, you go home to a house that doesn't leak, you go home to a house with heat. You can spend your days shopping, eating out and kayaking for your troubles. I am sure your mortgage company isn't about to foreclose on you and people keep driving by your house like sharks smelling blood in the water, because they saw your address on Zillow in "pre-foreclosures" hoping for a cheap foreclosure home to buy and flip.

I go home in my 16 or 18 year old car that always seems to have something wrong with it, I go downstairs and dump the buckets from my leaky furnace valves, and then eat a $3 frozen pizza and do research in a sweater in May. Maybe I might have to go to the bathroom and use the toilet paper I jacked from somewhere that week because another house/car expense wiped my bank account out again. I go somewhere "fun" maybe 3 times a year, and stress out about the cost the month previous to and afterward. I have the aforementioned lookie-loos driving by constantly slowing down, looking my property over and hoping to be the first ones to jump on the little green house with the big backyard when it gets foreclosed on.

I am happy for you that you will never have to feel like this, but don't tell me ever that you know how I feel.

I immediately went on a blocking spree on Facebook after that. I blocked every single person that I knew from the auction house, and I blocked her and her daughter from seeing anything on my page.

I am 43 years old. I am not going to be told what I can and cannot post on my own fucking page. In order for those view blocking asshole people to see that pic, someone I was "friends" with had to show it to them, because my settings don't allow the general public to see shit.

So thanks for bringing the mentality at work back to Junior High, asshole. I have my suspicions as to who ratted me out, but since they are all blocked now, they can all go fuck themselves anyway. This is precisely why I do not become friends with people or socialize with them. It always becomes this stupid little clique-y hierarchy with someone sucking up the clique leaders by shitting all over the "peons".   I am so done.